Month: March 2018

Padua

We left Lake Bled about midday on Friday amid a heavy rain shower. I wouldn’t call it a storm exactly. There was no wind or menace really – just a lot of rain. Kind of like that heavy but background rain you get in Connemara. The roads in this part of the world are excellent …

Slovenia

What was supposed to be an acceptable four hour journey to Lake Bled,  somehow became a seven hour day in the car. One of the reasons being we set off a few hours later than planned (without the bloody roof rack). There was an incredible amount of traffic on the German motorways. We were moving …

Another day in Munich

There is something very luxurious about waking up in a hotel room knowing that you do not have to pack up again and check out. After a leisurely shower in our spacious bathroom followed by an unremarkable breakfast, we hit the streets of Munich. Wandering around, we came some churches, including the Church of our …

Munich

A bit foolishly perhaps, we had only booked a single night in the Art Hotel and after breakfast – which was very fine incidentally, typically German – we discovered that we would need to find a new place for the rest of our stay as the Art was fully booked. As it happened, after the …

Baden-Baden

There was none of the pomp and ceremony I was hoping for crossing the border from France into Germany. Not so much as a small signpost! We knew though, as we crossed the expansive river Rhine that we were now in the territory of the leaders of the EU. As Sorties changed to Ausfahrts we …

Metz

Honfleur was certainly a good first stopover. I fell in love with the old wood and slate houses of different shapes and sizes squashed together along tiny streets. Our hotel was quirky too. It was more like a room in an apartment run by a glamorous middle aged lady with a teddy bear fetish. I …

Normandy

I woke up this morning rested and refreshed. Lena didn’t mention it in her previous mail (probably because she slept right through the whole thing) but the crossing over from Rosslare to Cherbourg was pretty choppy and I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep. Our cabin was at the very front of the ship …

Starting out

Moving house is stressful. Moving house voluntarily twice in three years is verging on crazy. In both cases though, the moves have been for exciting reasons. The first was moving to our ‘forever’ home (otherwise known as the house you will be waked in). This time around we are relocating to the island of Crete …