Hey Everyone! I dont know if anyone is still reading this, but I realized that since the crash we haven't written at all. And unfortunately, this computer does not let me upload pictures. But I will give a quick (maybe) update on where we were, are and are going. So I think the last post was maybe in Ireland? Anyways we went to Ireland and love it there. I definately want to do a 3 week trip throughout the country and rent a car (the trains arent so accesible) and see all the cute Irish towns and countryside. Any takers? After [View Full Entry]

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Munich. Land of beer, sausages, more beer and history. Well, maybe not so much history. From early on during our visit in Munich, say our first breakfast for instance, we were introduced to the first two (make that three) highlights of the city. Unable to find anything that struck our fancy, we stumbled into a beer garden in the morning and found ourselves a couple sausages, sauerkraut and potatoes. I kept myself under control, however, and turned down the 1 litre mug and opted for the half litre for the sake of propriety. Our first day was spent meeting one [View Full Entry]

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So we left Lagos for Sintra, which a little fairy-tale like town just outside of Lisbon. Tons of castles and pretty forests, etc. What sucked was we were only there for 1 night. The hostel was nice, but a bit musty. Either way we slept well after a full day of seeing castles and palaces. The next 48 hours were BRUTAL. The next morning in Sintra we wanted to see one more castle. Unfortunately we had to check out at noon (but the reception was closed until noon) and we had to leave Sintra at 2 for Lisbon. So.... we [View Full Entry]

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Directions: Cross boulevard, find BP gas station, follow street, street parallel to pharmacy, come to small white building with street on both sides, take left (cultural center), third street on right. Dina's Guesthouse. After a six hour long bus ride from Sevilla (trains didn't run), these were the only directions we had to find our next home. Lagos, a small beach village, luckily offered a large amount of english speaking population who were eager to help us find our way. After many wrong turns, we found our way and were introduced to a new set of friends. We found ourselves [View Full Entry]

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Sevilla was one of our favourite places, so it was too bad we only had one night there. As I said we had travelled here with two friends from Granada; they were in one hostel and we were in a different one just around the corner. The first day we went to the Alcazar, which was yet again another big fortress and palace, with both Islamic and Christian Architecture. Apparently it is also where the King and Queen of Spain stay when they visit Sevilla. My favourite part was the gardens, because they were like 4 times as large as [View Full Entry]

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We arrived in Granada around midnight. We had made a friend over a bottle of wine on the train, a New Yorker named Jesse, who like us, had just graduated. A lot of people we have met just graduated or are returning to their graduating year. So we were able to walk together down the streets of Granada to our hostel, "The Funky Backpackers Hostel." Which was very funky. It was small in area but had many floors, and free internet. We shared a room with 6 other girls (Kev was a very lucky man). Funky also had a rooftop terrace [View Full Entry]

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We arrived in Alicante after a short train ride from Barcelona. According to our books and fellow travelers, Alicante is a lesser known stop along the Southern coast of Spain. Hoping to relax a little after our times in Barcelona, our first impressions of Alicante were optimistic. Arriving on a Sunday, the streets were unusually quiet. We were surprised to see a variety of float-like statues erected amongst the streets of the city. Although odd, we figured something was just a little different in Alicante. We didn´t have a reservation and settled at Pension Popeye (A portent of things to [View Full Entry]

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So getting to Barcelona was a problem. The French train union had been striking, and the morning we arrived at the Nice train station for a train to Barcelona, they told us the Nice train station was on strike. Fortunately, that means ALMOST all trains... but not all. So we found a train to Marseille, which took us to Montpellier, which took us to Barcelona. Needless to say, it was a long ride. Barcelona is craaazzzyyy. I swear the clubs don´t get busy until like 2 or 3, and throughout the night and into the morning you can hear people [View Full Entry]

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Nice. Ehn, not so much. Amidst a bustling, energetic and non-stop construction scene, we found a few bright spots in Nice. Our hostel, Chez Patrick, introduced us to some interesting people. First, our British friend we dubbed "Colin" after the crazy brit in Love Actually, was a crazy cyclist who was taking a "casual" bike ride across the French Riviera. Our second friend, whom the title of this entry is named after, was our self-professed French translator. After enrolling in French Immersion from grades 4-8, our friend truly believed her French was "very good". Informing a very friendly Fre [View Full Entry]

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Wow, we don't even know where to start. Our 3 days in Paris were crazy and jam-packed. I think our legs and feet are going to fall off. The weather was nuts - sunny for a few minutes and then downpours. I'm so glad Kev convinced me to bring my jacket. Day1 - We climbed the Eiffel Tower to level one only. A pretty amazing view - We'll post some pictures. We then took the metro to Sacre-Coeur Basilica, which was soo pretty. Actually we took the metro everywhere, it's so efficient. We also saw Notre Dame, and I tried [View Full Entry]

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