Category: Travel (Page 2 of 4)

This post is a bit out of order because I haven’t told you yet about our amazing bike trip along the Canal du Midi with Darren and Julie. But I’m longingly thinking of Barcelona this morning so I thought I’d share how we got there.

Friday, May 25

Friday is flower market day in Beziers so Julie, James and I set off in the morning for the market and a coffee.

Just after lunch we headed out for Casa Pairal in Collioure, which is a small beach resort town along the Mediterrean.

After our first swim of the year in the ocean, we had a lovely dinner at a restaurant Julie recommended. The chef was Japanese and each dish was a delightful morsel, wonderfully presented.

Walking around Collioure at night was warm and reminded me of hot summer evenings in Manitoba.

The next morning we had a swim, breakfast in the garden, where we enjoyed croissants, jam, fruit, ham and eggs. Then we set off for Figueres, Spain.

Figueres is the home of the Dali Museum, which was our afternoon stop. What a place!

The main entrance and building itself is remarkable with huge Mother Goose eggs and golden sculptures. Then inside the front entrance is a look into the atrium.

The most remarkable thing about Dali’s work is the number of different medium he experimented with, plus the number of different senses he put into play with moving parts, optical illusions, sound, scent and I’m sure taste was in there somewhere.

Post museum visit, we had a quick bite to eat then were on the road to Mataro, which is about 30 minutes outside Barcelona. Although there are three city beaches in Barcelona, I’d read that Mataro was more spectacular.

The Ibis hotel where we stayed is on the edge of the action, the far edge. There was a big street festival going on during our first night and also a circus so we wandered through the streets into the downtown looking for a place to have dinner.

The funny thing for North Americans in France and Spain is finding somewhere that will feed you between 6 and 9 pm. Most restaurants are closed or don’t do dinner service until 8:30 or 9. We did find a butcher shop with a lunch menu and back garden who was also serving tapas and drinks.

Between my beginner Spanish, the waiter’s Catelan and some show and tell, I was able to order us some amazing tapas. My favourites were these little fried sausages and breaded balls of meat.

There are a ton of unique tasting proscuitto.

Sunday, May 27

Since it was our last day on the road before hitting Barcelona, where we stayed put for 4 nights, James and I went for some beach time in the morning, had a terrible breakfast/lunch in the fast-food joint of our hotel, then made our way into Barcelona.

We dropped our car off at the airport and took the Aerobus into the city, jumped on a subway and arrived at our totally sweet penthouse apartment.

May 14 & 15

We found a great inn near Orange called Bastide des Princes that is run by a master chef and his wife. We’d hoped to stay two nights but they only had availability for one night so we decided to take it anyway.

The door knocker

The inn is along a lovely country road and in the middle of fields. It’s charming to say the least, just like the owners.

While James and I were having a small picnic in the garden, Annie came out and let us know that the couple set to arrive the following day had some misfortune and were no longer able to come so if we still wanted the room for two nights, she’d be happy to accommodate us. Hooray!

This was wonderful news for us because the kitchen is closed on Monday, which meant that if we weren’t staying the extra night on Tuesday, we’d be unable to enjoy the fantastic creations of her husband. The menu is set each day depending on what is fresh and available in the garden and from the market.

Check out these old vines.

For our first night we asked them to recommend a good foodie place for us to have dinner, and we had a fantastic recommendation, which did require a bit of scouting! Fido can thank Google maps for that $50 data checkin.

I’ll have to update this post with the name of the other restaurant when I find the business card because it was James’ favourite meal.

The following day we borrowed a map from our hosts and did another excellent loop drive, where we stopped and wandered through several little villages.

In Vaison-la-Romaine or Seguret (maybe), we walked up to some ruins at the top of a hill and enjoyed a beautiful view of the countryside.

The route from Vaison to Suzette is a little climb, which means that the viewpoints are even more frequent and spectacular than the loop route near Grasse. In addition there are caves for wine tasting everywhere, and everything tastes amazing.

That night we had dinner in the restaurant, which was magical and my favourite meal of our entire trip.

We started with a glass of sparkling wine, then moved on to this bottle of red, which I’d happily have again and again.

I really should have taken a photo of each course because the next dish was always trumping the last. This is my favourite way to eat, small plates throughout the evening with a great bottle(s) of wine.

I can still taste this dessert. The fruite mousse was delightful, but the white chocolate cheesecake with the whipped mint-chocolate hardened around it was the ultimate taste combo for me.

It was sad to leave our little kitchen breakfast table the next morning, but also happy because we were on our way to see Darren and Julie in Argeliers.

Grasse, France

On Saturday, May 12th James and I flew from Amsterdam to Nice. Our plan was to have lunch in Nice and wander around then drive to Grasse, where we had rented a little cottage. We left the Amsterdam flat at 5 am so by the time we arrived in Nice, we really just wanted to get to Grasse and have a nap. So we decided to forego our lunch plans and arrived in Grasse in the early afternoon.

We were a bit lost. It was analog maps and the compass on my iPhone guiding us, especially since the French are pretty relaxed when it comes to signage. At one point we stopped at a McDonald’s that was advertising free wifi in order to get our barings. It ended up that the McDonald’s was on a roundabout and our guesthouse was straight across that very roundabout.

We stayed at Mas des Romarins, which is walking distance from two perfumeries and 45-60 minutes walk from the town of Grasse.

After a nice little nap, we ventured out into the warm afternoon and trekked uphill to the town. Right at the top of the hill is Molinard, a little history of perfume museum with old bottles and photos and a small factory tour below. We wandered around there, then stopped at a creperie for a bite to eat.

The town was a quaint little village with windy streets and little stalls selling lavender and rose products. Overall I was disappointed in Grasse because I was hoping for more insights into the perfume industry and I was keen to see the rose fields where Channel grows their special stock. Alas, the internet (in French and English) was not helpful in getting us sorted out.

We did do one of the tours though, just to look around.

Thankfully I discovered a loop road and we planned our adventure for the following day.

Sunday, May 13

After a lovely breakfast we drove off to Valbonne, which is a typical Provence town.

There was a huge garage-sale event happening in one of the parking lots so we walked around there, then stopped at a butcher and vegetable stand to collect some lunch items.

Then we took to the road, driving passed Chateauneuf-Grasse to Gourdon. The road was absolutely spectacular and Gourdon is tucked up at the top of a mountain.

In Gourdon James stumbled upon a confectioner who was only too happy to chat us up about his son’s visit to America, French politics, the art of making nougat and the perfume fields around Gourdon.

Since it was afternoon, the roses would be already picked, but after having a sip of orange blossom liquor from their private stock, we decided to see one of the fields anyway.

It’s not really that hard to find beautiful roses.

In May, the orange blossoms are scenting the air more so than the roses.

From Gourdon we travelled eastward to Tourres-sur-Loup and Vence. We stopped at the Florian confectionery and visited La Colle-sur-Loup where there village was celebrating Rose Festival. Then it was back to Valbonne for a nice dinner.

The Florian confectionery had a lovely garden with roses and orange blossoms.

In Colle sur Loup is where we encountered the Rose Festival with traditional dancing, sweets and roses bushes of every kind for sale.

Monday, May 14

Our host Claire made us a lovely breakfast in the garden and chatted to us about the jasmine growing and orange blossoms. By the time we left we had a small flower and herb garden of clippings in our car, which made for a fragrant journey to Chateauneuf-du-pape.

We also stopped at a few of the perfume factories to poke around. They are rather touristy but it was still fun to see the old stills.

Wednesday, May 9 James and I boarded the train in Paris. The Mobilism conference was on in Amsterdam and we were going. Technically James was going and I was to amuse myself. I did have a great set of recommendations from friends so I was nonplussed about it.

First, train travel in the EU is spectacular. We travelled 300 km per hour and zipped along the French countryside, fired our way through Belgium and bingo-bango arrived in Amsterdam in just over 3 hours. No borders, no “security theatre” as James likes to say, and no drama.

The Dutch enjoyed our company from May 9-12 then we flew off to Nice, France.

So about that Amsterdam visit.

May 9: We walked around Amsterdam that afternoon and evening. Amsterdam’s downtown streets radiate out in a stoke with the cross streets alternating with canals. It’s really quite a lovely city.

I was interested in going to Amsterdam but it wasn’t on my original list of honeymoon plans so I’m glad it was blissful.

The weather was a bit better than Paris, which had been grey and then cold and rainy. At least Amsterdam’s air was refreshing and everything was green and blue as opposed to beige in Paris. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Paris. But Amsterdam felt wonderful.

One of my wishes was to have great Indonesian food in Amsterdam. I’d been to Indonesia and enjoyed Dutch chocolate sprinkles on my food so I figured that Amsterdam would have brought back the best of Indonesia. Indeed they did!

We had a delicious dinner at Kantjil & de Tijger. Our choice was a rijsttafel, which is a number of dishes to share. Our palates enjoyed 13 dishes.

Rijsttafel Matjan:
Nasi Koening, Sate Ajam, Sate Oedang, Daging Roedjak, Ajam Goreng Pazri Nanas, Ikan Boemboe Bali, Sambal Goreng Boontjes, Sambal Goreng Laboe Siam, Selada Nanas, Sambal Goreng Kentang, Sambal Goreng Telor, Seroendeng en Kroepoek.

May 10 & 11

I was feeling much better after my Parisienne broth and dry bread diet but still not 100%. Thankfully our apartment in Amsterdam made it worth it to stay indoors and relax. We had an upstairs flat in one of the canal houses on Keizersgracht (#684). The front-half of the entire floor.

This meant a beautiful view out the front of the canal from our sitting room.

A nice table for breakfast.

A day bed. A full-size bedroom with a small washer/dryer tucked away in a closet.

A super cute kitchen. And a small bathroom off the back of the kitchen.

Totally lovely. And Maud, our landlady, brought me fresh bread and breadfast foods. I quite happily read my book and lazed away my afternoons.

There is a ton of style in Amsterdam and great touches with the clothes and interior design. We even noticed a ton of graphic designers and ad/marketing agencies. Perhaps Boxcar Marketing needs a European office?

During the adventurous parts of my days, I went to the Anne Frank house. I think many people forget that Anne was from Amsterdam. It was sad to see the tiny attic rooms and to think about those families hiding there and being afraid. It choked me up to see Anne’s walls still with some of her movie star postcards plastered to the wall. Most affecting were the pencil marks charting Anne and her sister’s heights. Anne was my height. Taller than I’d imagined, especially because she was so young.

At the end of the tour is a video series. One is of a neighbourhood girl who knew Anne and saw her in the concentration camp when Anne believed she’d lost everyone. She didn’t know that her father was still alive. The neighbour believed that if Anne had known then perhaps she would have fought to continue. The other was Otto Frank talking about Anne and how close they were, yet he never suspected she had these thoughts that she was recording in her diary. He knew she had a diary because she made him promise not to look at it and to lock it up in his safe every night. One of his striking comments was that they got along well and reading the diary made him feel like this was not the Anne he knew. He ended with a caution to parents that you never really know your children, regardless of how close you feel to them. I wonder if the discrepancy between the Anne he knew and the Anne in the diary made it easier for him to edit and publish the book.

After my tragic exploration of Anne’s quarters I sought out the sunshine of Vodelpark. I did think of renting a bicycle because they are everywhere in Amsterdam, but walking meant I could look more closely at things and enjoy my time ambling around vs. watching for traffic.

On our last night, James was finally free from the conference and we walked around the streets again and settled in at Cafe George for a delicious dinner.

Louvre at sunset

James and I are on the great honeymoon that happens in multiple parts:

Paris
Amsterdam
Nice / Grasse / Chateauneuf du pape
Argelliers
Collioure / Mataro
Barcelona

We landed in Paris on Thursday, May 3rd for 5 days in the city of lights, the city of love, the city of all-things-wonderful like croissants, cafe au laits, steak et frites and macarons. Sadly it wasn’t all to be.

The metro from the airport to the 3rd arrondissement was pretty easy, but we got out at Les Halles and the mall where the metro stops is a zoo. The construction outside the mall makes finding a taxi even more of a challenge. Those feats accomplished, we arrived at our apartment but no one was there to meet us and James’ phone wouldn’t pick up a signal. Sometimes travel is hard and you have to remember that there are croissants and cafe au lait in your future and this small inconvenience, despite your 24 hours plus of awakeness, is no big deal.

We had a small dejeuner at Cafe Charlot, right around the corner from our home-to-be. I had an awesome tomato, mozza, pesto salad. The tomatoes were skinned and perhaps even stewed then cooled? Something magical happened to them anyway. It was excellent people watching, if you could keep your eyes open. Our host met us at 2 pm (we’d left Vancouver at noon the day before and Paris is 9 hours ahead so about 5 am YVR time we were finally in for a little nap).

After a brief slumber we tried to get on local time by going outside in the sun for a nice walk, grabbing a picnic from Rue Bretagne, which is right around the corner from our small Parisian apartment. We took cheese, bread, sausage and apples down to pont Neuf, which is a bridge to Ile de la Cite, where the Notre Dame is located. Wow is Notre Dame ever cool. On the point of the island is a little park with benches and we listened to some university students playing guitar, watched the locals smoking and enjoying the sunset and the occasional tourist meander by accidentally. It was lovely, and our first (albeit partial view) of the Eiffel Tower.

Then I was sick for two days.

I doubt it was our picnic as the likely culprit was a pepperoni stick that I’d eaten on the plane under questionable circumstances. James was an excellent caregiver, but it did mean that I spent two days in bed while James spent one day closely monitoring me and the next wandering the ancient book market by himself. Trooper. I asked for a full report and photos as I’d barely been out of the neighbourhood.

My bout of illness meant a revised sightseeing plan for Paris. I was still pretty weak so cycling or walking the city wasn’t yet in the cards, nor was standing in long lineups. We decided to do the Hop on Hop off tour so that we could get a lay of the land quickly and at least get to see the outside of all the marvellous sites, even if we just stayed on the bus.

Our apartment was actually close to Republique metro station, which is also near the Montmartre route for the tour so we jumped on the bus and saw immediately Porte St Denis and Porte St Martin, which are big arches like the Arc de Triomphe (smaller of course but still impressive). We got out at the Paris Opera, which is a stunning building with huge gold statues on top. Our hope was to transfer to the Grand Tour line as that is the one that goes by the Louvre, Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe and all the big sites. No luck. We didn’t remember to check the route number and ended up getting on another Montmartre bus.

So up to the Basilique du Sacre-Coeur for us. The bus doesn’t actually go up the hill but we did on foot power, after stopping at a biscuit shop to gather a sugary snack for later. If I could have eaten cookies at this point, we probably would have bought just one and been done with it, but I was feeling sucky about not yet having any Paris treats. Sacre Coeur is actually a pretty young church in comparison to the other attractions like Notre Dame. It’s gleaming white and you can certainly pick it out from a number of spots in Paris once you know where to look.

Montmartre metro station

The famous photo of the escalier du Montmartre are also off this church so we went down those and explored a small portion of the neighbourhood, had some water and got back on the bus. Remember I wasn’t feeling 100% so there was less exploring than we would have done otherwise. Gare du Nord and Gare de l’Est are two famous rail stations that we passed by next, each one more impressive than the last. Paris itself is a museum. The architecture is amazing and it’s fascinating just to gawk around from the heights of the double decker bus.

Our second attempt to switch lines was successful and we zipped by the Louvre and the throngs of people lined up to get in, then it was off along the Champ-Elysees to the Arc de Triomphe and the Eiffel Tower. The Eiffel Tower is actually pretty impressive so we got out to walk around the park and peer up at the cool ironwork. There was only one tram going up that day so we had to forego the visit to the top, but that was ok. We had a rather mediocre dinner in Marais (our neighbourhood).

Day two of the tour we zipped around the Bastille and St. Germaine. Then did a little walkabout. I was feeling much better. Next up was dinner at a very cute pizza place in our neighbourhood. It was called Biochet or something like that and was delicious.

Last day in Paris was dedicated to some perfume shopping. I bought two from Nicohai and I’ll let my perfume friends guess which one. Then I bought a nice ring for my mom for Mother’s Day and met up with James to go for lunch at the amazing Comptoir Gastronomie (thank you Siobhan and Chris for the great recommendation). After more walkabouts and a bike ride along Canal St Martin, we returned to our ‘hood for dinner at a wine bar called Le Barav.

May 9 we navigated our way through the metro system to Gare du Nord and the Thalys rail station to take our 300-mile-an-hour ride to Amsterdam for Mobilism 2012. The train is excellent and a great way to travel in the EU. No customs, airport lineups, stress. It was smooth, smooth, smooth. And Amsterdam is lovely, and perfect for another post later.

Paris Takeaways
* No good croissants
* Great graffiti
* Rue Bretagne and Enfant Rouge is a great spot for food shopping
* One the last day some random guy running through the street with a bouquet gave me a rose.
* Biking St Martin was the highlight
* The Mona Lisa is worth seeing, even if you’ve seen all the reproductions
* Picnicking on the Seine at pont Neuf was excellent and an indication that getting off the main drags is required
* Notre Dame is monstrous
* Yelp restaurant recos are worth reviewing
* There are lots of men in coloured jeans

I am so excited. The anticipation of the Opening Ceremonies is bubbling up inside me. I am truly a bandwagon supporter when it comes to sports. I care about the winners and the big games. During playoffs and tournaments, I get excited, I follow along, I love the connection to something bigger. The Olympics is the pinnacle of that, in particular the Vancouver Olympics since they are hosted by my city.

Today I saw the torch run by my office. I’ve spent years watching the Athlete’s Village build up around the office. I have helicopters buzzing above my home. I don’t care! I know intellectually I don’t like the politics and moving homeless people out of the downtown and the commercialism of the sponsorship, but emotionally I’m totally hooked right now. I am thrilled to invite people to my city. I am smiling a broad smile. Everything about this moment is contagious.

I believe! Go Canada Go! And whatever other sayings have been drilled into my head. Let’s do it! Higher, faster, further …

Electricity is in the air. Good luck to all the athletes. If I’m this pumped, I can only imagine a quarter of their excitement.

(This post is in memory of Georgian luge athlete Nodar Kumaritashvili who was killed today in Whistler during a training session. May his spirit fly on.)

Just taunting you.

Well we survived the long flight to London, which was made extra long by the fact that neither the Rabbit (aka my mom) nor I bothered to double check the flight time. Our itinerary said 3:30 but the eticket said 4:50. Brilliant because who doesn’t love to be at the airport 2 hours early for an international flight, plus 1.5 hours extra early. Ideal really, especially if the flight itself is 9.5 hours. 13 lucky hours!

It wasn’t so bad actually. The flight was ok. I read mostly and didn’t feel too jetlagged when we arrived. I had a short sleep then we wandered around the town of Horley (near Gatwick). Dinner at the 6 Bells, which is a great little pub, then back to bed. The next day we took the tube into London, did the “left luggage” at Victoria station and then bombed around London on the sightseeing tour. We didn’t have a lot of time so we went to Buckingham Palace, which is walking distance from Victoria station. Watched the changing of the guard in the pouring rain. Wondered if they have to blow-dry those big buffalo hats they wear. Then carried on to the Phoenix for lunch. This is another great pub just off the beaten path. I ordered an incredibly tasty risotto, had a couple of bites and then traded with the Rabbit for her penne with tomato and mushroom and pesto. The Rabbit cannot eat pesto because she is allergic to pine nuts. Good bye delicious risotto.

In many ways all the things I do to James come back to haunt me when I travel with my mom. He once traded me his beautiful steak for my cheesy pasta dish. James is not a cheesy pasta guy. So gallant.

Back to my travel tale though. After Buckingham Palace and our delicious lunch (the pasta was very good), we made our way to St. Paul’s. The toss up was Westminster Abbey or St. Paul’s and my preference is always St. Paul’s. Westminster feels oppressive to me, like the walls are caving in. There is so much to look at whereas St. Paul’s is incredibly beautiful but airy.

Then we took the tour bus along London Bridge, past London Tower and got out at the Embankment. We took the tube to Victoria station, walked across to Victoria Coach Station and took the bus to Gatwick. It was harrowing. We made the bus late by 2 minutes but made the bus, which was the important part.

The flight to Amman was uneventful and fairly empty so I had a full row to myself for the 5 hour trip. We arrived at 4:30 am, the driver was late, and by the time we arrived at the hotel and were in our rooms it was 6 am. The short nap was 8 hours long (woke up at 2 pm). There was some delay leaving the room, much puttering. Tea in the caffe at the hotel with cookies. By the time that was done it was time for dinner so we went to the Italian restaurant. Poor Rabbit was thwarted by pesto a second time. Her cheesy pasta arrived with pesto sprinkled on top. It looked lovely but under no circumstances was I trading my veal dish.

Today is another rest day and on Saturday we leave for Petra.

Life is good. Not much to do at the moment, which is why I’m on the interwebs.

Did I forget to mention that I’m away all of October? Yes it’s true. I’m in Jordan and Egypt.

Hopefully photos to come.

Here are my favourite moments, in order of “off the top of my head”:

* Julie’s day planning–she’s a fantastic tour guide.
* San Blas on the first morning–glowing red sand and good snorkeling
* The Blue Lagoon with Gwen–driving the boat and swimming in such a gorgeous place
* Seeing an eel at Blue Lagoon
* Hanging out with Darren and Julie–should be #1 really
* Thanksgiving Dinner in Malta–a gas stove, no measuring cups and 10 mouths to feed
* Driving on the left for the first time
* Learning that Darren has a soft spot for cats and tick removal
* Visiting Dwejra on the last day
* Pumpkin soup and ravioli at Tatita’s–even though they schooled us on the wine
* Walking around Gharb
* Doing the Stations of the Cross with Julie and James and Gwen
* Ta’Pinu
* Mass at St. George’s in Victoria
* Pea pastizzis
* Meeting Alex Grech at Cafe Cordina–he’s an interesting guy
* St. John’s Co-Cathedral in Valletta
* The Caravaggio exhibit
* Doubt, even with its horrendous acting, it was worth seeing for the amazing woman who played the mother
* Picnic at Peter’s Pool–great landscape
* Hypogeum and getting last minute tickets
* Watching Rugby finals with James at The Pub where Oliver Reed died
* Going to the Bourne Ultimatum with Julie
* Lemon-coconut dahl in Mdina
* Martin and Monica and the Freespirit Spa, finding Dermalogica moisturizer
* The leather boots I bought in Gatwick

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