A collection of strange and funny signs that we came across throughout the trip, the meanings of which not always obvious. Caption challenge?
And so much more… I guess now that I have time and a less annoying editing software, I should finally fulfill the promise of a video doc.
Our very first stop, and very first time ever in Spain, getting off the train to find a sandwich in the warm, humid Irun.
And then boarding the next train to take us all the way to Lisbon, and the strange jungle behind the window as we wake up in the morning.
Here’s to the good old days, and the wonderful, magical times yet ahead.
The Ice Cream we had in Paris.
The Ice Cream we had in Budapest.
The Cakes we had in Naples.
The Chai Masala we had in Riga.
Venice, when we first got there, on our way to Naples. Only a couple of hours, early in the morning, empty streets, Easter…
And Venice, 5 days later, wet, soggy, and full of tourists. I loved it anyway.
The art on the wall at the squat where we stayed in Barcelona. Our host was pretty much a Spanish Sid Vicious, who didn’t come home (to let us in) unil 1am, when we had a train to catch at 6 the following morning. It was brilliant.
Père Lachaise cemetary in Paris, hours of walking around, Jimi Hendrix, Oscar Wilde & Edith Piaf’s graves, not hard to find following other tourists with maps of the place, but then the little things like this as we walk along…
Walked up a hill in Fót, Hungary. I figure it was worth it.