Travel Flashback: Kardamyli

For awhile last year, I was posting a look back at past travels every Wednesday. Life got in the way and I stopped doing it, but I figured I’d start back up again. Today’s post is from my graduation trip to Greece in the summer of 2008. You can find the rest of my Greece posts here.

Kardamyli, a tiny seaside town in Greece’s Mani region, will go down as one of the most delightful travel surprises of my life. I went there knowing absolutely nothing about the place, with zero expectations, and left with some of my most wonderful memories of Greece.

What I remember most about Kardamyli was how beautiful it was, especially since the town is just bursting with flowers. They were everywhere – from little gardens accompanying every home to bushes and trees filled with blooms to window boxes with flowers spilling over the sides. We arrived there in the late afternoon, and as my mom and I walked around the town, I stopped a million times to take flower photos. Everything was so gorgeous, and I simply couldn’t help myself:

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(The Esperides Hotel was where we stayed in Kardamyli…and yes, it too prominently featured flowers everywhere)

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On our first night, we had dinner at Lela’s Taverna, a wonderful little gem of a restaurant. It’s tucked right against the shore, so the views from every table are stunning. Particularly if you time your dinner so the sun sets when you’re there, you are in for a real treat.

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The “menu” at Lela’s is no more than a tiny chalkboard with that day’s options scribbled on it. That’s how I think you know this place is good – the menu changes based on what’s fresh that day, and there’s no mass-produced chain restaurant food nonsense going on.

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On our second day in Kardamyli, we spent the morning hiking. We were headed to a church at the top of the path, but midway up we also found these lovely ruins:

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The views from the top were gorgeous, and well worth the climb:

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After our hike, we headed back down into town for lunch at another restaurant located by the sea.

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While there, I took my all-time favorite food photograph which, considering the volume of food photographs I’ve taken over the years, is really saying something. But to me, this picture was all my favorite parts of Greek cuisine in a nutshell, particularly the delicious salads featuring gigantic slabs of the most wonderful feta you’ve ever tasted.

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In the afternoon, we took another walk around town (stopping for more flower photographs along the way, naturally):

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And that brought our time in fantastic Kardamyli to a close, as we left town the next morning. Like I mentioned before, Kardamyli was truly one of the unexpected highlights of Greece for me, and whenever I think back on our trip, it’s usually the place that comes to mind first.

(For more on Greece, be sure to check out my posts on Athens, Delphi, Kalavrita & Dimitsana, and Olympia)

Travel Notes: Olympia

Every Wednesday, I plan to post a look back at a place I’ve traveled, including some favorite photographs and memories. Today’s post is from my graduation trip to Greece in summer 2008.

After Dimitsana, we headed to Olympia. We didn’t stay overnight there, but we did spend the day wandering around the museum and ruins. I’m a huge Olympics nerd, so I was pretty pumped to see the spot where it all began. Here are some favorite photos:

The Museum at Olympia had an awesome collection, but my favorite pieces – by far – were the remains of the Temple of Zeus. Amazing:

I also loved all the tiny knickknacks that have been recovered from the site:

We also spent some time wandering around the ruins outdoors:

Heading into the stadium via the ancient archway. Incredible:

The starting line:

And me creeping among the ruins:

Next up next week: relaxing in the seaside town of Kardamyli.

Travel Notes: Kalavrita and Dmitsana

Every Wednesday, I plan to post a look back at a place I’ve traveled, including some favorite photographs and memories. Today’s post is from my graduation trip to Greece in summer 2008.

After Delphi, we headed out into the countryside, stopping by two very tiny towns – Kalavrita and Dimitsana. We were in a part of Greece that I really knew nothing about, and that I never would’ve put on my “must visit” list – but it was cool to see such a different side of Greece after visiting chaotic Athens. Here are some of my favorite photos.

The next few pictures were taken at a roadside truck stop. I don’t know about you, but I generally think of truck stops as kind of gross and shady – not in Greece. They were very well-cared for and had the most amazing, drool-worthy collection of baked goods:

After fortifying ourselves with baked goods, we made it to the town of Kalavrita. There, we learned about the town’s sad history – the Massacre of Kalavrita during WW2. It was very sad, but the town seems to have recovered since then, and it was cool to poke around all its little shops.

On the road from Kalavrita, we ran into what would become a common sight – herds of goats wandering across the road at a rather leisurely pace. And that’s how you know you’re in the Greek countryside.

We stopped out in the country for lunch – I’m not even sure if we were in a real town; we just had lunch at a little restaurant sitting next to a stream. But, it was amazing – we were served a feast, including two gigantic fish per person. Deliciousness:

And finally, in the afternoon, we pulled into the town of Dimitsana. There weren’t any restaurants in town, so for dinner, my mom and I went to the local grocery store and bakery and stocked up on fruit, cheese, and bread for our meal. This might sound strange, but I love shopping at grocery stores when I travel – it gives you such a neat sense of “real” life there, and it’s cool to see how different some of their staples are from ours.

Next up next week: visiting Olympia and standing at the starting line in the original Olympic Stadium.

Travel Notes: Normandy Beaches

I had a lot of fun blogging last summer’s travel adventures, so I figured it would also be fun to take a look back at some past trips. I’m starting with some notes on my 2010 France and Spain trip; this post is one of several in that series.

It’s been awhile since I did a “flashback” post to some of my past travels, but I thought I’d pick it up again and try to crank out a few before the semester gets too crazy. And this is a good place to start, since it’s one of my very favorite travel memories – the Normandy Beaches. I knew it would be a powerful experience, but it was a very powerful experience. We had a great guide and – to use a completely cliche phrase – he really made history “come alive” for us.

One of the cool things about our visit was that we didn’t just visit the beaches; we also visited some sights inland. This meant we learned a fair amount about the role that paratroopers played in the invasion (cue me immediately reading Band of Brothers once I got home, then buying/watching the ten-part miniseries, and then becoming obsessed with Damian Lewis). Anyway, we started inland at Sainte Mere Eglise, a town in the paratroopers’ drop zone. We visited the Airborne Museum there, and we also saw the cathedral where one paratrooper got caught and hung limply for a few hours, pretending to be dead (I believe the Germans figured it out eventually and took him prisoner). The town now has a replica dummy hanging off their cathedral (you can see it below, in the picture on the right). Tres tacky, non?

Next we visited a little village, Angoville-au-Plain, where two medics set up a makeshift medical center in a church and took care of many wounded soldiers during the first few days of the invasion. One chilling thing was that some of the church pews are still stained with blood – a sobering detail to notice. The church’s windows were all bombed out during the war, and over the years, they’ve slowly been replacing them with beautiful stained glass designs – although they still haven’t been able to afford to finish the project, so a few windows are still open.

After visiting the church, we headed out to the beaches. Our first stop was Utah Beach, the westernmost of the five beaches the Allies landed on. Our guide told us that at Utah, everything went more or less according to plan, and there was much less resistance here than at Omaha Beach.

We next visited Pointe du Hoc, which I had never heard of before, but which is actually quite fascinating. Pointe du Hoc is a clifftop location where a bunch of German guns were located (and which consequently the Allies needed to capture). In order to capture the area, the rangers who landed there basically had to scale a cliff while German guns were pointed down on them. I cannot even fathom how brave you’d have to be to face something like that. The other interesting aspect of Pointe du Hoc is that it is filled with gigantic craters. Seriously, I can’t emphasize enough how large they were – pretty amazing to see.

Next, we headed to Omaha Beach – it probably goes without saying, but this was a powerful experience. I’m not going to attempt to describe it much, but our guide spoke about the landings there in a way that still gives me chills and makes me sad. One thing he said that continues to stay with me is that many survivors, wracked with grief and guilt, later said they would have rather died on that beach with their fellow soldiers than live on (even if that meant never getting married, having kids, and so forth). Unimaginable stuff.

Our final stop of the day was the American Cemetery. The thing that struck me most about the cemetery is that it was so peaceful – it’s right by the water, and you can hear the waves lapping against the shore. They couldn’t have picked a better spot. And as I imagined they would be, the rows and rows of stark white crosses were a powerful sight to see.

And that was our day on the Normandy Beaches – and it’s really not overstating things to say it was one of the more memorable ones of my life.

Travel Notes: Bayeux and Mont Saint-Michel

I had a lot of fun blogging this summer’s travel adventures, so I figured it would also be fun to take a look back at some past trips. I’m starting with some notes on my 2010 France and Spain trip; this post is one of several in that series.

Our primary purpose in visiting the Normandy region was to see the D-Day beaches (more on those later), but we also had some time to explore more of the region. Visiting Normandy made me realize that I’ve only scratched the surface in France – there are so many more regions I want to see (Burgundy, Provence, the Loire, Dordogne and on and on). Paris is lovely, of course, but it’s not all there is.

Our home base in the region was Bayeux. We arrived in the afternoon and wandered around town for a bit. Our first stop was the cathedral, which is huge and pretty hard to miss. It always amazes me how, in seemingly every small town you visit in Europe, there’s a cathedral, and often a very grand one.

We also spent some time exploring the main street of Bayeux. There were lots of little shops and it was fun to just pop into each and see what we found. I discovered a store that I can only describe as a French countryside Pottery Barn. I wanted to buy everything there!

The town itself was also lovely – lots of pretty flowers, flags, and banners decorated the streets. So charming.

On our second day in the region, we visited the D-Day beaches (again, more on those later). On our third day, we took a day trip to the island fortress of Mont Saint-Michel. Before arriving, we stopped to snap some photos from a good vantage point:

Then, we headed onto the island. We walked up to the monastery from the back (read: tourist-free) path. We then spent awhile exploring the monastery itself before walking down the main path and back into town.

We grabbed a meal in town, and, on our way back to our shuttle van, stopped to watch the omelet-making at La Mere Poulard. I had seen the restaurant featured on Samantha Brown’s show, so I knew I wanted to get a glimpse of it, even though we weren’t going to eat there (30 euro omelet? I think not). It was kind of fascinating (and quite noisy) to watch them rhythmically and rapidly beat the eggs.

In the afternoon, we returned to Bayeux and saw the Bayeux tapestry. I wasn’t too jazzed about seeing a tapestry (doesn’t it sound boring?), but it was actually really cool. First, it’s super old – from the 11th century. Second, it’s really long – about 70 yards. Third, it’s not just random pictures – it tells a chronological story. You get an audio guide that narrates the story for you, and then you can walk along the tapestry and listen while you look at it. I thought it was pretty cool, and it’s incredible that something that is a thousand years old is so well-preserved.

And that was our time in Bayeux and Mont Saint-Michel! One more thing I wanted to mention – there, as in Paris, we ate quite well. We found a restaurant in Bayeux that we loved so much we visited twice – it had a yummy beef bourguignon and delicious desserts. Like this one – mmmm, creme brulee!

We also had a delicious breakfast at a little cafe. I love this picture because, to me, it perfectly captures what I love about France – sitting out at a little outdoors cafe, eating good food, and people watching. What’s better than that?

Travel Notes: Paris 2010

I had a lot of fun blogging this summer’s travel adventures, so I figured it would also be fun to take a look back at some past trips. I’m starting with some notes on my 2010 France and Spain trip; this post is one of several in that series.

My dad told me once that the one place in the world he still wanted to visit was the Normandy D-Day beaches. These have always been on my list too, so we decided to plan a trip. And, because I love to travel and quickly get excited about the opportunity to see a bunch of places in Europe, the trip was obviously not going to be just Normandy. So, it became: Paris-Normandy-Barcelona with dad, and then I did Madrid-Toledo-Sevilla solo. And so we start in Paris.

The rule of thumb when it comes to jetlag seems to be: to adjust to a new timezone, don’t take a nap, but try to go about your day as though you were already completely adjusted to the new timezone. We, apparently, really took that to heart as our first day in Paris was jam-packed with activities. Looking back, we may have overdid it a tad – it was a thoroughly exhausting day.

I had been to Paris before but since Dad had not, we did all the most crucial tourist items this trip. The thing about all of Paris’s sights is that they’re all so incredible that it didn’t feel repetitive to me. It just felt exhilarating to be in Paris.

To start, we headed to Notre Dame – it was beautiful as ever. We followed the Rick Steves walking tour, and so our next destination was the Ile Ste. Louis, where we stopped at Berthillon for lunch and (naturally) their famous ice cream. The ice cream was delicious, but I don’t know if it’s 8-euro-for-a-cup delicious.

On second thought, maybe it is worth it:

After lunch, we kept following the walking tour – visiting the Latin Quarter, Shakespeare and Co., and Sainte Chapelle. We also stumbled upon some musicians playing on one of the bridges to the Ile Ste. Louis. I’m not exactly sure why, but this was just quintessentially Parisian to me – very charming and lovely.

We headed next to the Arc d’Triomphe. I had wandered around the base of the Arc on my previous trip, but I had not been to the top. This time, we decided to conquer that. I have to say, a couple hundred steps when you’re jetlagged = not a great idea. But, exhaustion notwithstanding, the views from the top were spectacular.

We then headed down the Champs Elysee, stopping at Laduree. This was my first visit to Laduree; since then I’ve become semi-obsessed with it (and with fancy French macarons). Every pastry looks absolutely beautiful.

We walked down the length of the Champs Elysee, then through the Tuileries Gardens, and found a restaurant a few blocks from the Louvre. Since it was our first dinner in France, we decided to go full-on, traditional, stereotypical French food: French onion soup to start, followed by boeuf bourguignon. It was fantastic! I actually don’t have a picture of it, but to me the onion soup was the most amazing. And by amazing, I mean – more cheese than I ever would have imagined could fit into a soup bowl. So good.

And finally, to finish the day, we went up the Eiffel Tower. I thought it was fun to see the tower at night, when it was all aglow – a different perspective than my previous trip.

The next day, we went outside the city to Versailles. This was the part of our Paris stint that I was most looking forward to, as I hadn’t gotten to do it my first time around and I absolutely love European history. I’ve read a couple books on Marie Antoinette, and I took one course on the French Revolution and one on the French Enlightenment in college, so I was super geeked about this.

The first thing about Versailles was that it was incredibly crowded. When you’re outside on the grounds, it doesn’t matter, but making our way through the palace itself was a bit of a challenge – it was wall-to-wall people.

The interior of the palace was spectacular and so lush and over-the-top. Since visiting Versailles, I’ve been to a bunch of the other big European palaces (Madrid’s Palacio Real, Munich’s Residenz, and Vienna’s Schonbrunn). However, at the time, Versailles was my first glimpse into grand European palaces, and I couldn’t believe how opulent it was. After seeing the others, Versailles seems par for the course, but at the time, I was blown away. I’m still blown away, but a little less so (if that makes sense).

One small detail I loved about Versailles – the wallpaper. I know that sounds strange, but it’s all brightly colored, velvety, and with nice floral patterns. Just perfect. Another cool thing – the famous hall of mirrors. So much glass, chandeliers, and overall sparkly-ness.

One thing Versailles has that none of the other European palaces can compare to is its gardens. They are spectacular and HUGE. The all-caps is merited there, I think, because I can’t even describe how large they are. We spent a few hours in the gardens, and there were still entire gigantic tracts we didn’t even get to explore.

We walked through the gardens and then across the grounds to get to the Grand Trianon and the Petit Trianon, both of which were impressive as well. In the Grand Trianon, the rich yellow + blue tapestries caught my eye. Wherever you go, go blue.

The Petit Trianon also has its own very lovely gardens. I can never turn down a flower picture, so the entire day was heaven for me.

We returned to Paris in time for a dinner cruise down the Seine. Though the food itself wasn’t that remarkable, the cruise was a pretty good deal for 2 reasons: 1) It’s a neat experience to float along the Seine and have dinner. Very fancy. And, 2) We got two bottles of wine with our meal. Me like.

After dinner, we walked back to our hotel, stopping by the Eiffel Tower again. It’s everywhere you go in Paris!

The next day, we tackled the Louvre. On my first visit, my primary reaction to the Louvre was rage, triggered by the fact that I actually heard a couple with heavy southern accents loudly ask where the Mona Lisa was. Yes, that’s a valid question, but I get so upset about all the people who just go there, see Mona, and leave. There’s SO MUCH MORE. There I go with the all-caps again. Anyway, to reinforce this point, I submit to you my photo of all the crazy tourists crowding to see Mona. Get your pictures, guys, and then move onto the next thing!

Rant over. I will say that, this time around, I enjoyed the Louvre more. We saw Mona, yes, but rather than lingering in the Italian paintings section, we saw lots of other things – some of the French and Flemish paintings, the Greek and Roman and Egyptian artifacts, and Napoleon’s apartments. It was good to see the less marquee exhibits; they were just as fascinating (if not more so).

In the afternoon, we had one of my favorite lunches – croque monsieur. I had croque monsieur 5 times while in France (yes, I counted). The thing is, I really like routines. And, even more important than that, it’s really tasty.

In the afternoon, we did one of my favorite things of the trip. We went back to the street our hotel was on (Rue Cler) and went to a creperie. We enjoyed our crepes, drank coffee, and played cribbage using our handy travel-sized cribbage board. Crepes + cribbage + Rue Cler = perfection.

(Also: don’t these crepes look amazing? Mine was a Grand Marnier + nutella crepe. The Grand Marnier was pretty strong, but it was tasty. Dad’s was called the “birthday crepe” – fancy!)

After that, we visited Sacre Coeur, which is probably my favorite church in Paris (and maybe anywhere). I like how unique and non-traditional the exterior is – it just stands out. I also love the hill beneath Sacre Coeur – it’s a good place to relax and enjoy the Montmartre vibe.

We finished our day with dinner at a restaurant near our hotel. The big story of that meal was that we got escargot for an appetizer and I had a little trouble extracting the snails. One might have flown across the table. Who knows, really?

The next day, we visited the Musee d’Orsay in the morning (no pictures, but I love that museum. So many treasures but infinitely more manageable than the Louvre) and then headed out of Paris in the afternoon. Next stop: Normandy!

Travel Notes: A Love Letter to Paris

Dear Paris,

Hi, it’s me, Laura. We’ve met three times before. I know you’re fabulous. You know you’re fabulous. Everyone knows you’re fabulous. But, hey, I bet it never hurts to be reminded of the fact. And so, here are some of the things I loved about you on my most recent visit.

I love Rue Cler. Upon arriving from Amsterdam, we made our way almost immediately to Rue Cler. The area was buzzing with activity; it seemed like every person in Paris was out enjoying a Sunday lunch at the cute cafes lining your streets, and soon we were just such two people. After lunch, we stopped at my favorite little creperie (Ulysse en Gaul) for unparalleled people watching and sweet Nutella crepe goodness.

I love the Eiffel Tower. Oh, Paris, I fear that even you don’t love the Eiffel Tower. I’ve heard that your residents find it tres tacky, but – for better or worse – it is the symbol of your city. When I see it, I feel a little thrill. Because in that moment I know, I’m in Paris. And it is fabulous.

I love your artwork. Seriously, Paris, are you just showing off here? I mean, you’ve got the Orsay and the Rodin, two of my favorite museums ever. And don’t even get me started on the Louvre. It’s ridiculous. You could spend a lifetime and a half wandering around its halls (which, in and of themselves are pieces of art) and still not see everything. Let’s just get past the fact that the Mona Lisa is overrated and comically tiny. There are so many other paintings, sculptures, and artifacts to treasure. This visit, I was especially enchanted with the works of Jacques Louis David and with the painting “The Burial of Atala” by Anne-Louis Girodet de Roucy-Trioson (pictured below).

I love your food. I have many French favorites, but one of my favorite meals this trip was plain and simple – onion soup, pomme frites, and white wine. The onion soup, in particular, never fails to impress. You really cannot go wrong with sinfully excessive amounts of cheese in soup. And as you can see below, Janelle also enjoyed your tasty Croque Madame.

I love your ambiance. You see, you have this delightful river flowing right through your heart, and as we walk across the Pont d’Arcole onto the Ile de la Cite, I feel the magic all around me. I’m in the center of the city, the place where it literally all began, and life is pretty damn good.

I love Notre Dame. I’ll be honest with you – sometimes I feel major church fatigue while in Europe. I mean, how many churches can you visit? And don’t they all kind of look the same? But Notre Dame, with all its gothic grandeur, is something special to behold. Notre Dame, I don’t get tired of.

I love that you are the city of love. One day, I hope to be in love in Paris. How wonderful would that be? For now, though, I’ll just have to soak up the love that’s all around me when I’m there. There are over-the-top gestures of PDA everywhere you look. You Parisians sure aren’t shy about showing your affection to one another, that’s for certain. In any other place, I might roll my eyes at it, but in Paris, I give it a free pass.

I love Sacre Coeur. It, like Notre Dame, is one of the few exceptions to my boring church rule. I love that it sits atop a hill in Montmartre. I love that, from its steps, you can look out and see all of Paris. I love its blindingly white domes. And I love to relax on the hill just below it, listening to the music performers, and seizing a moment to chill out and simply be.

I love standing atop the Arc d’Triomphe. You have to climb up hundreds of tiny, winding stairs to get there, but when you emerge onto that rooftoop, it’s spectacular. Looking down the Champs Elysee and watching the eighteen million lanes of traffic spiral around the Arc, I feel the energy of the sitting buzzing all around me.

I love the elegance of Laduree. Walking through the line there, passing intricate pastry after intricate pastry, and taking in the sweet sugary smells. Sitting outdoors under a mint green tent, grabbing a table with mint green tableclothes, and sipping my coffee out of a mint green coffee cup, I feel ever so slightly elegant even though I know I’m not. And, oh yes, did I mention your macarons? They are light and colorful and wonderful (salted caramel became my new obsession, this time around).

I love floating down the Seine. On our last night, we took a dinner cruise down the river, and it was the perfect way to end my five weeks in Europe. It’s a lovely and special thing to do, in a lovely and special place.

So, Paris, all this is a very lengthy way of saying that I love you as much as I ever did and can’t wait to come back again soon. I know you’ll be waiting for me.

xoxoxo,

Laura

P.S. In May and June of 2011, I spent 5 weeks traveling around Europe. This post is the last of a series chronicling the different places I visited on that trip. Here’s where else I went: Rome, Palermo, Cefalu, Taormina, Siracusa, Agrigento, Colmar, Munich, Salzburg, Vienna, Prague, Berlin, and Amsterdam.

Travel Notes: Amsterdam

In May and June of 2011, I spent 5 weeks traveling around Europe. This post is one of a series chronicling the different places I visited on that trip.

Looking back at my photos from Amsterdam, they all seem a bit depressing – grey and dreary and rainy. But, in actuality, we loved Amsterdam and it was one of our favorite destinations of the trip (even though, yes, it was grey and dreary and rainy the entire time).

We took the train from Berlin; it was a long seven hour ride, so we didn’t arrive until the late afternoon. After checking in at our hotel, we decided to head to the Heineken Experience, which was just down the road from where we were staying.

The Heineken Experience bills itself as more than just a “museum” of Heineken – it’s an interactive tour. I thought it was pretty fun and a nice change of pace from our typical sightseeing.

There were also several displays of their ingredients – there are four, water, barley, hops, and yeast – and they allowed you to smell and taste them if you wanted. I heard barley was quite bitter, so I didn’t taste it, but I thought it looked oddly pretty:

The most unique aspect of the tour is the “Brew U” experience. You go into a room and stand on a platform. The idea is that you are the beer. You go through a simulation of the brewing and bottling process. The platform jiggles and shakes at different parts, and sometimes water is sprayed on you. Kind of odd, but definitely an uncommon experience!

The tour ends with – what else? – a beer tasting. With your tickets, you get 2 tokens allowing you 2 beers. I’m not a big beer drinker so this part wasn’t all that exciting, but it was still fun. Randomly, we met a really nice couple from Brazil while we were drinking our beers and chatted with them for awhile. One of my favorite things about traveling is the opportunity to connect unexpectedly with people from all around the world. You never know who you might meet!

The next day, we started out at the Rijksmuseum. I really loved this museum because it was small and relatively quiet, but had a fantastic collection, including several Rembrandts and Vermeers.

Near the museum was the famous “I Amsterdam” sign. It was neat to see, but so crowded with tourists. And it’s pretty hard to get the awesome pictures you were envisioning when there are people everywhere.

Next we headed aboard a boat for a canal tour. Our tour took us through the main canals of the city and then out onto the open water for a bit. Even in the overcast weather, the canals of Amsterdam are lovely. Looking through my pictures, I felt a bit disappointed that none of them looked as pretty as I remembered it being (although that’s usually the case with photographs, and especially travel photographs, isn’t it?)

After our tour, we headed to a little cafe for lunch. We decided to sit outside, which was a good idea for awhile, but it kept getting colder and colder (seriously, what was up with the weather this trip?!?). We had to end our meal with hot chocolates just to warm up! Honestly, the most satisfying part of the hot chocolates was just holding them and getting our hands warm!

After lunch, we headed to the Anne Frank museum. This was the highlight of Amsterdam for me, and perhaps even the entire trip! The museum was fascinating – and so sad. I couldn’t believe just how tiny the space they were living in was. And, the stairs leading up to it were terrifyingly steep. I cannot imagine how frustrating it would have been to remain confined in a place like that.

As we walked around the house, I think what struck me most were the photographs of the Frank family. I kept looking at them, these simple everyday snapshots, and thinking “wow, they look just like a normal family.” And I guess that’s the point really, and what makes it so horrifying – that this happened to so many ordinary, every day families. It gives you a lot think about, you know?

The next day we woke up to – big surprise – grey skies and ran. We decided to start at the Van Gogh Museum so we could escape the rain for awhile. The museum was super crowded, but it was definitely worth it to see such an extensive collection of Van Gogh’s works. The thing I enjoyed most about the museum was that it’s organized chronologically, so as you walk around, you can actually see the evolution of Van Gogh’s work. That’s pretty awesome.

Next, we decided to follow one of Rick Steves’s walking tours. We took the tram to Dam Square to start. One problem: while on the tram, it started pouring. We got off at the square, and it was still pouring. I half-heartedly took a few pictures, but the conditions were awful.

So, our big walking tour turned out not to be so awesome. While we technically followed the book’s walking tour, we didn’t really stop at any of the places because we mostly wanted to get out of the damn rain. Plus, at a certain point, I had to put the book away because it was becoming soaked through with rain! This pretty much sums up how we felt:

And with that, we ended our adventures in Amsterdam on a somewhat depressing note. However, the rain did not dampen (yeah, yeah, pun intended) my enthusiasm for the city. I though Amsterdam was perfectly charming and would love to go back! Hopefully in a sunnier season, though.

Travel Notes: Berlin

In May and June of 2011, I spent 5 weeks traveling around Europe. This post is one of a series chronicling the different places I visited on that trip.

Ah, Berlin. I really, really loved you. You are different from most of my very favorite European cities – less cozy and charming, less historic and pretty. Instead, you are modern, large, energetic, sprawling. But I love that about you too.

From Prague, we headed onto Berlin. We had one evening and then three full days there, and I still probably could have stayed longer and explored more. In fact, I think I could add Berlin to the list of cities that I could see myself living in someday. I liked it that much.

After a long train ride, we arrived at Berlin Hauptbahnhof (Central Station), which is huge and modern and pretty fantastic, as far as train stations go. We grabbed a cab to our hotel and absolutely loved our cabdriver – he was so nice and had lots of helpful advice. So things were already off to a great start.

Because I traveled an insane amount for my last job, I had a lot of hotel points. So, in Berlin and later in Amsterdam, we got to enjoy large, super-American chain hotels for free. Yes, I like the cozy little family-owned hotels that are more authentically European. But, after weeks of tiny bathrooms, walking up several flights of stairs, and using gigantic wooden room keys, I was ready for some sleek, generic comfort. Janelle, I think, was even more ready. So when we arrived at the Marriott and got a free snack upon arrival because I’m a Platinum member, she got a little excited:

Since we arrived in the evening, we didn’t do much except venture out to grab dinner. We found a little place a few blocks from our hotel and grabbed a few of the dishes we had loved in Munich – spatzle, pretzels, and Radler. Always a solid combination.

The next day, we headed to the Reichstag. It is a beautiful building, but the highlight is clearly climbing the dome. Except, we did not get to climb the dome – apparently, because of security reasons, there’s a brand new online reservation system. And, because you have to reserve several days in advance, it was impossible for us to get reservations during our time in Berlin. Bummer.

From the Reichstag, we walked to the Brandenburg Gate, stopping en route to look at a memorial to the victims of the Berlin Wall (people who tried to escape but were killed doing so). I know the Brandenburg Gate is one of the iconic sites of Berlin, and it was very cool to see in person.

Next, we headed to the Holocaust Memorial. Above ground, it’s like a massive abstract art installation – hundreds of giant blocks of concrete. Below ground, it’s a small museum commemorating some of the Holocaust’s victims. It was fascinating and sobering;

From the Holocaust Memorial, we continued down Unter der Linden, stopping here and there to check out famous buildings. But, if I’m being honest, I’d tell you that the site we were most intrigued by was…Hotel Adlon, the hotel where Michael Jackson dangled his baby off the balcony. Because, you know, in a city filled with landmarks, that’s what really matters.

We continued down Unter der Linden until we reached Museum Island. We didn’t actually visit any of the museums (yet), but we did spend some time admiring the Berlin Cathedral. We didn’t go inside, but it’s a spectacular building – and I love the green dome.

We also had a bit of a funny incident there – in front of the cathedral, there’s a large fountain. For some reason, my sister and I thought it would be funny if I walked into the fountain and posed for a photo. While I was doing that, a goofy Russian man ran over to me, and asked if he could take a picture with me. I have NO idea what was going on there. Did he think I was someone else? Did he just want a picture with the crazy American girl in the fountain? The world may never know.

After the cathedral, we headed to Brauhaus Georgbraeu, an awesome beer garden right on the river. We sat outdoors; it was a great, fun atmosphere. I ordered schnitzel and spargel and the portions were huge!

Once we had finished lunch (and I was in a schniztel coma), we headed to Checkpoint Charlie. I can honestly say that the museum there was one of the quirkiest I have ever visited. First of all, it’s filled with stuff. Literally, wall to wall, floor to ceiling, covered in memorabilia and lengthy descriptions. There was room after room of objects, photographs, letters, and fun displays. It was overwhelming and fascinating. There was also an entire room dedicated to Ronald Reagan – because our dad’s a big admirer of him, we took a bunch of pictures of his display.

After visiting the museum, we headed out to see a few fragments of the Berlin wall. There’s not much left, and it’s not much to see, but it’s a lot to think about. I made a mental note to check out a book on the Wall’s history (though who knows when I will have time to read it).

We headed on to Fassbender and Rausch, a fancy chocolate shop. Our Rick Steves guidebook told us that we would find an “erupting chocolate volcano” there. We were intrigued. We wanted some molten chocolate. But, when we asked our waitress about it, she only gave us blank stares. I ended up with plain old hot chocolate, which was tasty, but disappointing. We noticed that downstairs, they had a giant chocolate volcano model – so maybe that’s what the book was referring to? If so, I cry foul, Rick! Misleading advertising! (Seriously, though, I still love your guidebooks).

Our day was pretty jam-packed, so didn’t do much that evening. In fact, we could only muster up enough energy to visit a Chinese restaurant near our hotel for dinner. It turns out that a Chinese restaurant in Berlin is pretty much like a Chinese restaurant anywhere in the US – and that’s oddly comforting, I suppose.

The next day, we headed to West Berlin and visited the zoo. This was Janelle’s idea, and I have to say that, generally, a zoo is just a zoo to me – not very exciting. Plus, since the Berlin Zoo’s star attraction, Knut, recently died, I felt even less motivated to visit. However, it was actually a pretty cool zoo with a large and diverse collection of animals. And, you know, lots of gorilla statues for us to pose with.

We also stopped by the aquarium, which was really awesome. Seriously, you would not think a collection of fish could be cool, but it was. There were so many different species of fish, plus collections of jellyfish, coral, and other assorted unique things. Fascinating.

From the zoo, we walked over to KaDeWe, a gigantic department store. A little backstory is necessary here: my mom visited Berlin in 1983 (1982?) and absolutely loved the KaDeWe. Naturally, she said that we had to make a visit to the store too.

I have to say that – no offense, mom – it was pretty much just a department store to me. Sure, it’s huge and has just about anything you could ever think of wanting, but a store’s a store. So says me, the girl who hates to shop, so take that for what it’s worth.

We also ate lunch at KaDeWe, upstairs at what was the most dangerous buffet ever. I say dangerous because the pricing system was in German and completely unclear to me. So I picked some random stuff and ended up with a 26 euro plate of food. It was tasty, but not 26 euro tasty.

Next, we headed to the train station to get our tickets to Amsterdam and Paris all sorted out. Sadly, we wound up waiting in line for about two hours. I was not a happy camper after that one, and we both decided that we needed a drink (or four) stat.

We took the U-Bahn to the Prenzlauer Berg neighborhood, which was very funky and fun; Janelle said it reminded her of New York’s Lower East Side. We made our own happy hour miniature bar crawl – 2 bars, 4 cocktails each, plus some garlic bread. Good times.

After we were done drinking, we grabbed some Asian noodles (a cheap food staple for us while traveling) and headed back to our hotel.

The next day – our final in Berlin – we finally hit some of the city’s many museums. We started at the Gemaldegalerie, which had a fantastic collection of 13th-18th century European art – I’m talking Rubens, Botticelli, Michelangelo, Raphael. But my favorite was, by far, Caravaggio’s Love Conquers All. Mostly because Cupid was totally rocking out.

In the afternoon, Janelle was museum-ed out, so I soldiered on alone to the Neues Museum, which is famous for housing the bust of Nefertiti, which was gorgeous. There was also an interesting collection of other Egyptian artifacts – from etchings to murals to jewelry to small statues. Very cool.

For our final dinner, we revisited the same restaurant from our first meal in Berlin and ordered the exact same thing. It seemed a fitting way to end our stay in Germany, a country that turned out to be way more amazing than I had initially imagined. Like I said already – not only would I love to visit again (many times over), I could also see myself living in a place like Berlin. It has an amazing energy.

One final note. This didn’t really seem to fit anywhere else, but one thing we kept noticing in Berlin was giant bear statues everywhere we went. I started taking Janelle’s picture with them and we wound up with quite a collection. I did some digging and found out more about them – they are apparently United Buddy Bears. Kinda cool.

Travel Notes: Prague

In May and June of 2011, I spent 5 weeks traveling around Europe. This post is one of a series chronicling the different places I visited on that trip.

From Vienna, we headed onto Prague. My opinion of the city is that there isn’t much to do there, but it’s a lovely place to be – seriously, so many things looked like a postcard to me. Very lovely.

After settling in at our hostel and grabbing lunch, we started in Old Town Square, which was where the loveliness really began. Even though it was crowded (of course) with tourists, I found the square really charming – and so colorful.

The major tourist attraction on the square seemed to be the clock tower. Just before the top of the hour, we saw hordes of people gathering in front of it. Naturally, we joined the mob to see what was up. We waited (and waited), and the hour finally arrived. Little figurines came popping out and the whole clock was in motion, but…it really wasn’t that impressive. Ah, well, onto the the next thing.

We walked a few blocks to the Charles Bridge. While this was – again – a tourist-filled locale, it’s still a Prague must-see, in my opinion. There’s a lot of activity and energy on the bridge, plus great views of the river and the pretty buildings lining it.

Also on the Charles Bridge is a statue that you can rub, and then whatever wish you are thinking of will come true. I can’t tell you what my wish was (duh), but I made one nonetheless. Here’s Janelle taking a turn:

After hanging out on the bridge for awhile, we stumbled upon a matryoshka shop selling all kinds of cool matryoshkas. But when I found this one, I knew I had to have it, no question. If you know me, you know this is pretty much my idea of the perfect souvenir. My only question is, why didn’t poor Novak Djokovic get included??

After shopping, we had some time to kill, which we naturally chose to fill with…cocktails. We found a restaurant advertising “alcohol buckets” for pretty cheap prices. We started with a bucket of orange juice + vodka (not my first choice, but the cheapest option), and then finished with a pitcher of sangria. Needless to say, I was loving Prague by that point.

That night, we met up with our dad for dinner. Coincidentally, he had a business trip in Germany while we were in Europe, so he stayed an extra weekend and met up with us in Prague. One, this was cool because we got to hang out with our dad in Prague. Two, this was cool because it meant we didn’t have to pay for our meals.

The next day, Dad, Janelle, and I headed up to Prague Castle, which is situated on a hill above the city. Prague Castle is probably the major tourist attraction in Prague, but I have to say I was pretty underwhelmed by it. The coolest thing about it was that it offered fantastic views of the city.

The other neat thing about the castle was the Cathedral (St. Vitus’s) on its grounds. It had a beautiful interior – and I especially loved all the stained glass.

We walked from the castle back down into the city, stopping here and there for some more gorgeous views. Like I said before, Prague is pretty!

For lunch, we ate at Klub Architektu. We had a really good meal, but the coolest thing was the setting – it’s in an underground, cave-like space. It was very dark and atmospheric. I wish I would’ve taken a picture of the restaurant itself, but I did take a picture of the beer. So, you know, priorities.

My sister, tired of visiting museums/churches/castles, insisted that we do an “outdoor” activity, so after lunch, we rented a paddleboat and cruised down the Vlatava River. It was fun, except that it sprinkled throughout our mini-cruise. Also, I was sitting in back, and my dad and sister decided it would be hilarious to situate the boat so that they were under the bridge, but I was left out in the rain. Awesome!

Despite the rain, I think we all enjoyed the afternoon. We also got some more typically lovely views of the city from the river:

Next, we took the tram (or trammy, as we affectionately called it) to Wenceslas Square, which is in the “New Town” part of Prague.

Wenceslas Square was pretty neat – full of activity and more beautiful buildings. But my favorite part of it was a rather silly thing – the Marks + Spencer store. When I visited London in 2006, I discovered Marks + Spencer All Butter Chocolate Chunk cookies. Luckily for me, I discovered them in Heathrow Airport as I was leaving London, otherwise I probably would have indulged in one too many over the summer. In any case, when I saw the Marks + Spencer in Prague, I knew we had to go in, and I knew I had to buy some. I was not disappointed.

For dinner, we went to Aldente Trattoria. The food was very good, and I ordered a Sicilian white wine, for old time’s sake. My favorite part was that our waiter came out with a giant inkpad and stamped the dessert menu on our placemats – I love little touches like that.

And with that, our adventures in Praha wound to a close. We had planned to stay for one more full day, Sunday, but we found out that there was likely to be a transportation strike on Monday that would shut down all trains for awhile. Worried we might not be able to make it to Berlin if we waited to take our train on Monday as planned, we decided to head out on Sunday. I think we saw everything we wanted to in Prague, and we ended up loving Berlin, so it was absolutely a solid choice. Ah, European transportation strikes. Gotta love ‘em.