Hiking to Heaven, Pt. 3

Hiking to Heaven, Pt 3
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Hiking to Heaven, Pt. 2

As my words trailed off in Part 1 of this story, Harman and I were left to enjoy our gelato in the harbor for quite some time as we found ourselves floating hazily into the afternoon. The sun was still high and there was still plenty of life swarming around us, mostly American and Asian.

Hiking to Heaven, Pt. 1

When we first arrived in La Spezia, admittedly, we struggled a bit more than usual as we spent a solid twenty minutes searching for the hostel, walking around in circles. We ended up bothering a sweet, elderly Italian woman for directions while unsuccessfully trying to locate ourselves via Google Maps. She didn’t speak English but

A Train Travels Through Italy

Harman and I would be leaving for La Spezia in just about an hour, continuing our journey on our way to Cinque Terre. I had always dreamed of seeing the five villages, and when we began planning our trip the previous winter it was one of the destinations that he and I both agreed was

Milano Nights, Pt. 2

The next morning we decided to sleep in, however, we still had time to indulge in the typical European breakfast of assorted pastries, deli meats, and copious amounts of Nutella. We were then soon out the door and on the Metro headed to the city centre to explore a Milano afternoon with our new friend

Milano Nights, Pt. 1

After learning the very important lesson of always give yourself extra time when traveling – especially when abroad – the hard way in Marseille, Harman and I got to the Nice bus station almost too early. We set-up shop in the shade of one of the only covered benches and waited until a bunch of

Monte Carlo, Waterfalls, and Wine on Top of the World

We decided to wake up early so we could make the most of our last full-day in Nice. The rest of our room woke up at the same time, too, so we were inspired (and a little bit guilted) into getting out into the city. Breakfast was 7€ at the hostel which, if you’re traveling

Baguettes, Beignets, and the French Police

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 prepare

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 way

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 cooking

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 and