Costa Brava knocks off early

It’s April. Normal people are working. We were walking around Toroella de Montgri waiting to check in to our hotel. The city¬†wasn’t exactly bustling, but that’s ok. Apparently we’re not high season kinda guys. We were walking around the city and laughing. Sasha had just figured out that a camera lens makes a great way…

Mallorca blooms in April

A scooter. That’s what you need in Mallorca. Yes, there are beaches. There’s drinking. There’s a wild nightlife. It’s all here. But, come on… the boy is 12 and I’m 40 something. Neither of us are indulging in that side of Mallorca. So… back to the scooter. We rented one and wound our way through…

Barcelona rewards the wanderer

Hotel. Big bed. Didn’t want to move. Even in the most magical cities, good¬†pillows can defeat the best of intentions. We won’t embarrass ourselves by sharing the hour our willpower returned, but let’s just say we started the day with lunch. But then… the glories of wandering. Our first restaurant was closed, sort of. The…

Barcelona glows in the evening

The boy and I have been in a car. For hours. 11 hours to be exact. And then 7.5 more hours. Winterthur to Marseille and then to Barcelona for a few days. He napped. I drove. The other way around would have been interesting, but terrifying. Here’s the hard part about wanting to take photos…