As my words trailed off in Part 1 of this story, Harman and I were left to enjoy our gelato in the harbor for quite some time as we found ourselves floating hazily into the afternoon. The sun was still high and there was still plenty of life swarming around us, mostly American and Asian.ContinueContinue reading “Hiking to Heaven, Pt. 2”
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Hiking to Heaven, Pt. 1
When we first arrived in La Spezia, admittedly, we struggled a bit more than usual as we spent a solid twenty minutes searching for the hostel, walking around in circles. We ended up bothering a sweet, elderly Italian woman for directions while unsuccessfully trying to locate ourselves via Google Maps. She didn’t speak English butContinueContinue reading “Hiking to Heaven, Pt. 1”
A Train Travels Through Italy
Harman and I would be leaving for La Spezia in just about an hour, continuing our journey on our way to Cinque Terre. I had always dreamed of seeing the five villages, and when we began planning our trip the previous winter it was one of the destinations that he and I both agreed wasContinueContinue reading “A Train Travels Through Italy”
Milano Nights, Pt. 2
The next morning we decided to sleep in, however, we still had time to indulge in the typical European breakfast of assorted pastries, deli meats, and copious amounts of Nutella. We were then soon out the door and on the Metro headed to the city centre to explore a Milano afternoon with our new friendContinueContinue reading “Milano Nights, Pt. 2”
Milano Nights, Pt. 1
After learning the very important lesson of always give yourself extra time when traveling – especially when abroad – the hard way in Marseille, Harman and I got to the Nice bus station almost too early. We set-up shop in the shade of one of the only covered benches and waited until a bunch ofContinueContinue reading “Milano Nights, Pt. 1”
Monte Carlo, Waterfalls, and Wine on Top of the World
We decided to wake up early so we could make the most of our last full-day in Nice. The rest of our room woke up at the same time, too, so we were inspired (and a little bit guilted) into getting out into the city. Breakfast was 7€ at the hostel which, if you’re travelingContinueContinue reading “Monte Carlo, Waterfalls, and Wine on Top of the World”
Baguettes, Beignets, and the French Police
The next morning we both woke up in much better moods than the ones we went to bed in. We actually got some rest and were eager to get back out on the road and continue our journey, that day making our way to Nice. We helped ourselves to the Vertigo’s breakfast, careful to prepareContinueContinue reading “Baguettes, Beignets, and the French Police”
Limes, Churros, and Topless Beaches
Limes, Churros, and Topless Beaches.
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The Night I Snuck Into the Notre Dame de la Garde, Part 3
The streets of Marseille are as quiet as any after midnight. The air was thin and cool. The streets that led to the cathedral were lined with Renault cars and Vespa scooters and a surprising amount of Harley Davidson motorcycles, all crammed onto the sidewalks or wherever their owners could park them. Anouk led the wayContinueContinue reading “The Night I Snuck Into the Notre Dame de la Garde, Part 3”
The Night I Snuck Into the Notre Dame de la Garde, Part 2
The Vertigo was surprisingly empty that early at night. Save for the front desk attendant we seemed to be the only ones there. The WiFi wasn’t reliable in our room and Harman needed to get some paperwork filled out online, so we relegated ourselves to the common area next to the kitchen. Nobody was cookingContinueContinue reading “The Night I Snuck Into the Notre Dame de la Garde, Part 2”
The Night I Snuck Into the Notre Dame de la Garde, Part 1.
Getting off the bus outside the station in Marseille left us a bit dazed and confused. It was hot – much hotter than we had expected after sitting in the conditioned air of the bus for the previous eight hours, and even more so with 20-40 pounds of clothing hanging from our backs. Harman andContinueContinue reading “The Night I Snuck Into the Notre Dame de la Garde, Part 1.”
A Bus Ride Through Spain
The following morning was absolutely beautiful. The two block walk from the Be Dream to the train station was coated in sunlight and a bit of heat, but we were the only ones on the street at the time and were met with that strangely aloof feeling that only comes when wandering out into quietContinueContinue reading “A Bus Ride Through Spain”
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