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I swear, I've become my family's personal travel agent.  I joke that if travel agent was still a viable career choice it would have been my dream job, a perfect match to my obsessive need to match travel style and needs with a perfectly planned and tailored trip.

For my own trips I don't tend to over plan things and just take them as they come, but when it comes to planning for other people, I like to get every detail possible along with alternates.  I blame my past professional career for this obsession with planning detail.

For my brother and Daniele's May trip I've been stalking the RENFE website for train tickets ( just my luck they are completing work near Granada so instead of 60 days in advance, they are only releasing tickets 30 days in advance), I waited for exactly midnight in Spain 60 days in advance to get them reservations at Tickets Bar in Barcelona (even booked just in case reservations for the next night as well), and I've waited patiently to get tickets to the Alhambra in Granada.

Tickets are usually available 90 days in advance for the Alhambra, but for whatever reason tickets for May were only put online today, March 30th.  Last night I checked obsessively since I wasn't sure what was meant by "tickets for May will go on sale March 30th".  Did it mean at exactly the stroke of midnight in Spain, later in the night, or whenever the employees got to work and felt like uploading the ticket availability on the Ticketmaster site?  Turns out it meant the latter.

I had my tablet near me as I slept and when I woke throughout the night I checked to see if tickets were available.  Even though tickets were available around 1 AM, for whatever reason, they never showed as available on my tablet.  So as Daniele woke up at 6 AM to get ready for work, I was finally able to book tickets!

By the time I was able to get tickets to the Alhambra (a mere 5 hours after they went up), the 11 AM time slot I wanted for Nazari Palace was gone, leaving only an option for 10 AM with two tickets available.  I said I've been stalking the website, and I really have.  Every so often I check availability. and 10:30 AM and 11 AM always seem to be sold out almost immediately.  My guess is these tickets are bought up by tour companies the moment tickets are available.  That's fine, 10 AM still works for the schedule I planned out, it might even mean Richard and Daniele will get a chance to enjoy the Alhambra before all the tour groups start to show up.
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With these tickets booked I can rest a little easier as I only need RENFE to post the train tickets for Barcelona to Granada for May 20th.  Currently they only have tickets posted for up to May 18th!   I know a flight would probably be easier, but I promised an overnight train and that is what they will get!

Wow, getting reservations at Tickets Bar in Barcelona is no joke!  I've been waiting ever since January to book reservations for my brother and Daniele for May 19th.  I forgot we had daylight savings recently so at 3pm, I kept refreshing the reservation page until I remembered 4pm is now midnight in Barcelona.  I waited and waited, and right at 4pm I was able to click on a reservation for 8pm, but since I had to use a translation tool to figure out what I needed to fill in, I lost the 8pm reservation, but got a 7:30pm instead.  When I looked again at 4:07pm, all reservations were gone!  

I feel lucky to have gotten the reservation that I did!

Yay! Excited that I was able to get a reservation for my brother and Daniele.  
Oh yes, a year after planning my family's first trip to Europe I am planning another trip to Europe this May, but sadly it will not be me who goes on it.

After jokingly suggesting my brother take a trip to Europe, I decided that it was going to happen.  I know that sounds rather bossy of me, but my brother, Richard, isn't the type to think about taking a vacation unless it's suggested to him.  I asked him where he wanted to go and he mentioned Amsterdam, after hearing me talk about all the yummy food there he said he's been curious ever since.

I started concocting an itinerary right away thinking the United Kingdom and Ireland would be a good addition to round out the trip.  Easily accessible from Amsterdam, multiple ways to travel around, stunningly gorgeous landscapes, history familiar to students on an American curriculum, and good hearty food with some locations dabbling with gourmet food that delights.

As I started to debate with myself whether or not more time to explore the Scottish Highlands
and various islands should win over Irish countryside and jaw dropping coastal cliffs,


The other day I was writing to a friend explaining why I love airports.  As I wrote it reminded me of the crazy man I met when I landed at the airport in Malaga, Spain.  He taught me about lateral thinking and used the airport as an example of well thought out design.  I was curious to see how he was doing when I clicked into his Facebook page from my friend list only to discover he had passed away 7 months after our conversation.   “They are after me, “ I listened to his paranoid rantings, “if I die suddenly it is because of them, they will make it look natural, but it won’t be.”  I never asked who “they” were, but after a quick search, I found his obituary:
I like to write.

I carry a notebook with me at all times as a place where my thoughts go uncensored. When I travel I tend to utilize my notebooks more often than when I am home, but my home is a collection of notebooks in every corner of my apartment, some half written in, others maybe a page with a scribbled thought, others still, a mixer where my thoughts and notes mingle on a paper dance floor. 

I start out with the intent to dedicate an individual notebook for my sketches, another for notes from reading, and yet another for lines for writing that come to me while I go about my day, but in the end I grab the one closest to me to let my thoughts escape and become concrete on a page. I’ve even tried to organize my various outlets into a divider filled binder, but the mind knows what the mind likes and more often than not my hand passes over that binder and grabs my notebook a la mode. 

The notebook of the moment is one I guard with as much safety as I do my other sacred possession, my passport. No two things explain me, or where I’ve been, better than these two items and because of that they sit together in a space guarded closely in my handbag. I know others believe in using travel pouches strapped closely to their bodies, but travel isn’t about standing out and nothing says tourist quicker than the over reliance on precautions that the traveler perceives as safety. Life is all about perception, the traveler’s perception of their environment and the local’s perception of the traveler. 

The flight was over before I had a chance for rest, but then again I've never been able to fall asleep on a flight. 


My last moments in Weymouth were colored in an early morning shades of dark blue sky with gentle lines of blues and pinks making their path through the horizon. Aric, standing tall like a grizzly in his checkered bathrobe, house slippers and an endless tangle of curly hair that amplified his head to mythical proportions, hugged me good bye before I shooed him back into the ocean cottage he opened up to me for the past few days as I gathered my bearings and figured out my next destination after leaving the dichromic country that is Egypt, at once both chaotic and peaceful. I spun the digital globe and considered Ireland or Malta, but the prospect of being in Dublin alone during St. Patrick's Day didn't excite me and discovering heavy rains in Malta exiled the idea of spending the rest of my trip diving the Mediterranean. My friend in London invited me to go home with him to Paris for the weekend, but coming from two weeks in near solitude among tourists and desert dwellers alike to a brief interlude in the hustle of London to four days of lazing around a quiet port town in Southern England, the prospect of heading back into the maddening urban sprawl that is Paris didn't excite me. The original plan B was to meet up with a stranger I met in Dahab who lured me to England with the prospect of getting my PADI Advanced Open Water, but the frigid waters native to an English winter squashed those plans and a car tour of the U.K. with said stranger didn't seem to make much sense anymore either. To be completely honest with myself, after a brief interlude in Jordan, my heart was in the Middle East, and the moment my flight touched down in London, I knew I should have headed further into the Near East. 
From my once in a lifetime birthday dinner at the now closed El Bulli.  The actual dinner took place April, 17th 2008, two days before my 25th birthday.

With over a million people applying yearly for only 8,000 covers a season,  I felt really lucky to have experienced such an extraordinary dinner.

Without much further ado, I'll let the photos do the talking.
Kyoto cocktail made with sake and yuzu. Very refreshing, a great palate cleanser before the meal.

 Nori-Trias


 Tomato cookies. These things literally melted in my mouth releasing an intense tomato flavor.

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