The next morning we both woke up in much better moods than the ones we went to bed in. We actually got some rest and were eager to get back out on the road and continue our journey, that day making our way to Nice. We helped ourselves to the Vertigo’s breakfast, careful to prepareContinue reading “Baguettes, Beignets, and the French Police”
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Limes, Churros, and Topless Beaches
Limes, Churros, and Topless Beaches.
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The Night I Snuck Into the Notre Dame de la Garde, Part 3
The streets of Marseille are as quiet as any after midnight. The air was thin and cool. The streets that led to the cathedral were lined with Renault cars and Vespa scooters and a surprising amount of Harley Davidson motorcycles, all crammed onto the sidewalks or wherever their owners could park them. Anouk led the wayContinue reading “The Night I Snuck Into the Notre Dame de la Garde, Part 3”
The Night I Snuck Into the Notre Dame de la Garde, Part 2
The Vertigo was surprisingly empty that early at night. Save for the front desk attendant we seemed to be the only ones there. The WiFi wasn’t reliable in our room and Harman needed to get some paperwork filled out online, so we relegated ourselves to the common area next to the kitchen. Nobody was cookingContinue reading “The Night I Snuck Into the Notre Dame de la Garde, Part 2”
The Night I Snuck Into the Notre Dame de la Garde, Part 1.
Getting off the bus outside the station in Marseille left us a bit dazed and confused. It was hot – much hotter than we had expected after sitting in the conditioned air of the bus for the previous eight hours, and even more so with 20-40 pounds of clothing hanging from our backs. Harman andContinue reading “The Night I Snuck Into the Notre Dame de la Garde, Part 1.”
A Bus Ride Through Spain
The following morning was absolutely beautiful. The two block walk from the Be Dream to the train station was coated in sunlight and a bit of heat, but we were the only ones on the street at the time and were met with that strangely aloof feeling that only comes when wandering out into quietContinue reading “A Bus Ride Through Spain”
Barcelona, Day 1
I landed in Barcelona after surviving three delays and four separate flights over the course of just one day. I had been drifting in and out of consciousness since we departed Newark, staring mindlessly at the little TV that was attached to my seat and wondering just exactly what it was that the flight attendantContinue reading “Barcelona, Day 1”
That Tricky, Tainted Four Letter Word
Jack Kerouac, the beat-generation darling responsible for fueling countless road trips and soul- searching backpackers over the last six decades, once wrote, “The road is life.” This is by far the easiest of his quotes for people of all ages to prophesize, exploit, and it resides among others like, “Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’tContinue reading “That Tricky, Tainted Four Letter Word”
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