The women surrounding us on the beach had one thing in common: they were missing their swimmer tops. And not the least bit shy about walking, running, jumping in the rolling waves of the Mediterranean without being covered. Going topless on a European beach. It’s on my bucket list. But, could I really take offContinue reading “To be, or not to be … topless”
Tag Archives: Spain
The best food. Ever.
I have never been a foodie. I am too picky of an eater to really go all out and sample delicacies the world over. If you asked me a year ago where the best restaurant I have ever eaten was, I would tell you simply — in Las Vegas. Because, well, let’s be real, LasContinue reading “The best food. Ever.”
F1 101: Your cheat sheet
Formula One Grand Prix. If you asked me my thoughts on it before I left for Europe, I would have looked at your blankly and mumbled something about it being loud and like NASCAR. It took another continent and tickets to the Formula One Grand Prix in Valencia, Spain (thank you Land of Valencia) toContinue reading “F1 101: Your cheat sheet”
Benidorm – the most British part of Spain
Benidorm. A city with towering hotels stacked 60 floors high above the multi-colored umbrellas lining the beaches which are packed with people. If you are familiar with Benidorm at all, then you know it is a British hotspot. Fish and chip restaurants next to fish and chips restaurants, lobster-red people roam the sidewalks, white sandsContinue reading “Benidorm – the most British part of Spain”
SHA Wellness Clinic & #blogtripf1
I was so happy to leave Morocco. Partly because being there was exhausting as a single female traveler, but mostly because I was headed to the Land of Valencia for #blogtripf1, a gathering of travel bloggers invited by Land of Valencia’s tourism department to see the sites and witness the sheer beauty of the region.Continue reading “SHA Wellness Clinic & #blogtripf1”
Affairs of the something or other
The cluster of red flowers lay wilted on the table next to the bed, a silent testament to the evening that was. I rolled over, looking at the flowers for a moment, just thinking. Then, Peter came back into the room and crawled back into bed with me, wrapping his arms around me. I didn’tContinue reading “Affairs of the something or other”
The campo in Espana
“D!!” I could her Abbey calling my name, but couldn’t see her. “D!!” I looked past the bus, across the street where a red Volkswagen van parked on a bed of gravel, and there was Abbey, waving her arms around. Ahhh … to be with a friend again! After two nights in Lagos, the secondContinue reading “The campo in Espana”
A week of Spanish
When an editor e-mailed me waaaaay back in February about VaughanTown, and I applied and was accepted to a program, I never, ever imagined how greatly it would change the course of my life (and by life, I mean this great ol’ adventure I am on). But, it sure did. In a beautiful and amazingContinue reading “A week of Spanish”
Motor bikes in Merida
I’m not the bravest girl in the world. YES, I am traveling alone, and YES, that is brave. But, I am not brave. For instance, I will NEVER jump out of an airplane. OK. Maybe not NEVER, but not any time soon. I will NEVER bungee jump. NEVER. And, up until the billiard hall’s grandContinue reading “Motor bikes in Merida”
Back back back to Extremadura
Nearly six weeks after my initial trip into Extremadura, I was at it again. This time, the bus was replaced by a nice four-door sedan, and the 20 Anglos were replaced by two Spaniards — Marcos and Jesus, a friend of mine from the Monfrague VaughanTown program. Just like the first time on the bus,Continue reading “Back back back to Extremadura”
D Travels 'Round 