I woke up on at about 4am the morning before we flew to Ibiza, noting that a mild eye infection I thought I had kicked the previous day via eye drops in one eye had now spread with a vengeance to both eyes. I looked like an alien. Not exactly what I wanted on the… Read More Ibiza, Spain
I met Kellie and her friend of a friend Jacqui in a different hostel in Barcelona that had come recommended by other travelers. I Immediately knew it was a better choice: comfortable, clean, friendly without obnoxious guests, a big kitchen, lots of computers – and my own single room for 32 euros in the adjoining… Read More Return to Barcelona
I left Kellie, who wanted to spend an extra night in San Sebastian, and jumped on my train. Despite the comfort of the roomy tran and being very tired due to a late night out in San Sebastian, I couldn’t sleep much. Nonetheless I enjoyed a glass of wine and put my makeup on and… Read More Barcelona, Spain
I arrived outside Olga’s Place in San Sebastian, which was an easy 12 minute walk from the train station. However, the address I was looking for appeared closed up, and I only had 4% of battery left on my iPhone. I feared being stuck at 9:30pm at night in a strange city with no accommodation… Read More San Sebastian, Spain
Kellie and I got up early and took an hour and 30 euro (maybe a bit more with luggage) plane to Madrid following breakfast in the airport – mine was a ham and cheese tosta that was not quite as delicious but probably slightly healthier (less oily) than the one I had had the previous… Read More Madrid No. 2 and Toledo, Spain
Upon arrival in Seville I knew it was the last day of the feria, or the big April festival which sees all of Seville spend an entire week eating and drinking in casas, or family owned tent-ish restaurant-ish things where there is tapas, drink and people performing flamenco or similar.
I took the morning train to Granada and found these four hours much more pleasant and easy than plane: my window seat was much roomier and I was able to stow my large suitcase without too much trouble – the same could not be said for those who boarded at later stops.
After a long painful flight via Moscow from Hanoi (I suppose it wasn’t that bad and I saw three good movies: I was just expecting to be able to sleep but in small seats and on a narrow aisle I did precious little), I could not be bothered taking three metro changes to the hostel… Read More Madrid, Spain