In other news, Baby. No really, Baby is the news. My mum forwarded the photos of him meeting the Pope to Canada AM as they run a segment in the morning called "What I Learned on the Internet Today," and the video seemed applicable (plus, she's a proud gramma!). Within a few minutes of it … Continue reading Fifteen Minutes.
Yesterday I treated myself to some R&R at Caldea, Europes’s largest (6000 square metres) thermal spa, located in the tallest building in Andorra! There are two areas in the facility: Caldea, which has indoor and outdoor pools (the kind of outdoor pool that you access from inside, swimming through double-layered plastic flaps to keep the … Continue reading Caldea and Inuu.
Andorra la Vella, the town that we are visiting in Andorra, is basically the most beautiful duty-free shop you’ve ever been to. The country itself is situated between France and Spain in the Pyrenees mountains, and is a tax haven, so shoppers rejoice. The town is store-after-store of giant liquor bottles, perfume shops, and high-end … Continue reading Andorra.
December, 2010, Tyler lost his hotel booking privileges. It was a mutual decision after an unfortunate experience in St. Vincent, where he found a “great, inexpensive little inn — only $20 a night!” that had us as the only guests (for years, perhaps), large (in size and quantity) bugs in the bed, and a fridge … Continue reading Hotel Hopping in Andorra.
I almost feel embarrassed to tell you how great everything is going for us, so please read this as absolute gushing and not bragging. Taking the flight instead of the train from Nice to Barcelona was one of the best decisions we’ve made on this trip. I feel like I’ve said that before, so I guess … Continue reading Let me Rambla on for a minute about Barcelona.
A nine hour travel day is a long day for the majority of people, but having an infant has made us more sensitive to anything time related. We’re constantly tweaking our itinerary to accommodate his schedule. We were lamenting that while Baby is this super-traveller who handles, really, whatever we (considerately and strategically) throw his way, … Continue reading When a train becomes a plane.
We’ve said goodbye to Rome now, and have moved on in our journey to Nice, France. It’s funny how you can feel as though you’ve seen a city in a day when you’re on a cruise or a tour, but then given a month in Rome, it's as if we barely scratched the surface. Two years … Continue reading It’s pretty Nice (and other cheesy puns).