Lisbon caught me off guard. Although it’s Portugal’s capital city, I kind of assumed that Porto was the”place to be” with all the hype that surrounds it. The Algarve is Southern Portugal’s shining star and had already won us over (and put us behind schedule by a good few weeks) earlier on in our trip. So what did Lisbon have to offer us?
Gibraltar is a weird place. The first time we crossed the border and were standing on Main Street, I couldn’t decide if I was in awe or if I totally hated it.
I was 15 the last time I visited Nerja. At least I think I was, I could have been 16? Eamo was 16 the last he visited Nerja. Weird, huh? Maybe we crossed paths and didn’t even know it.
All the memories came flooding back to Eamo, the second we arrived in the little Spanish town. For me… nothing. I don’t remember a damn thing about this place. I really should have, but all I remember is that I was here once upon a time.
Nerja is beautiful, it really is. It’s a quintessential Spanish town with cute white houses and perfect little villas overlooking the Mediterranean. Palm trees bustling full parrots line the Main Square all the way down the promenade to the Balcon de Europa, where you can get a pretty awesome panoramic snap of this part of the Costa del Sol.
It’s the middle of January and it’s 20 degrees; what more do you want, right?
I don’t know whether we weren’t in the mood the day we visited Murcia or if we’d had a bit too much vino the night before, but Continue reading Over-hyped or just hungover?
The Dune Du Pilat wasn’t really on our radar until a friend mentioned it when we were in Bordeaux. He told us we should definitely check it out – said it was pretty impressive.
I’m glad we did and as far as a large pile of sand goes it is very impressive, I’ll give you that.
The weather was wild when we arrived – it was pouring with rain which was coming at us from every angle and the wind was just crazy. Add sand to the mix and trying to clamber up Europe’s largest sand dune wasn’t exactly easy. Continue reading Europe’s largest sand dune
I found writing about Bordeaux hard. We had such an exceptionally good 72 hours in Bordeaux that I was worried I wasn’t going to capture everything or do the whole trip justice.
This weekend wasn’t originally quite the trip it turned out to be. I had mentioned to one of my best friends that we would be in and around Bordeaux towards the end of November, which, coincidentally was the same time she was visiting her boyfriend. Of course, we started to make plans. Then our other best friend got involved and quickly booked flights for her and her boyfriend as well. A quick catch-up in the city quickly escalated in to a full blown couples mini-break which would likely mean over eating, over drinking and over spending for 3 days straight. I wasn’t wrong.
You can’t tour France without going to Cognac. You just can’t. It’s brandy central.
Mont Saint Michel has ranked high on our list of places to visit for a while now, so it was, of course, the first major stop on our trip.