Embracing a Perfect Day
When I was 15 years old, I had a perfect day. I boy I liked in high school liked me, too. He asked me to the school dance, and we went, and we had a great time, and he kissed me goodnight, which at 15 was a perfect date…
Not off the beaten path
I continue my streak of traveling to places NOT off the beaten path. Right now I am at an all-inclusive resort in Puerto Vallarta. Very much on the beaten path.
Time for a permanent blog address
I have been fortunate enough to have had adventure after adventure, and a few friends and family members willing to read about them and give me positive feedback (thank you!). So I decided to give my travel blog a permanent…
THREE WEEKS IN SPAIN BLOG: Final days, final photos, final thoughts
Home / Europe / Three Weeks in Spain Final days, final photos, final thoughts We are on the last day of our trip, and I need to note a few things I don’t want to forget! Name that nationality.This was…
French food, French language
Home / Europe / Three Weeks in Spain French food, French language I might have made a mistake going to France just as I was feeling good about my Spanish. I felt like I had turned a little bit of…
Costa Brava
Home / Europe / Three Weeks in Spain Costa Brava We felt brave heading out to the “Brave Coast” when we woke up to a thunderstorm on the day we had scheduled for sea kayaking. But our guide, a Brit…
Montserrat
So, where the hell was Alex (see below, for Alex’s “where the hell is Matt” dance)? He was at Montserrat, a monastery poised upon a cliff about an hour northwest of Barcelona. Pilgrims have flocked to this spot for 1,000…
Where the Hell Is Alex?
Alex does the “Where the Hell Is Matt” dance:
Hiking in the Pyranees
Our first guided tour of the trip: a hike in the Pyranees, to see cliffs, waterfalls, and medieval villages. Gramma had found this wonderful “small group” tour company, and the group consisted only of the five of us, a couple…
La Sagrada Familia
This beautiful, incredible cathedral-in-progress (since 1882) probably speaks for itself, and has been professionally photographed by many others, so I’ll only share a few of my amateur shots. I was here in 1989, so on this visit I was baffled…