When I first decided to travel to all of the cities that Jeff saw during his European adventure last year, I was pretty excited that Prague was on the list.
My Heart is Here
When someone asks me about my favorite place to travel, I always think of Europe. From the vineyards of France to the hills of Budapest, I cannot get enough of this continent.
Salzburg is one of those cities that utterly befuddles Google Maps, sending unprepared wanderers – like me – into helpless follow-the-blue-dot circles. More than once I took a narrow lane or a steep staircase thinking this can’t be right, only to have the little passageway empty into a sprawling square or a surprise beer garden.
This is why I decided early on to ditch the maps and get impossibly and delightfully lost in Salzburg. That and the fact that the massive fortress at the top of the hill – visible from nearly everywhere in the city – pretty much guarantees that, as long as you know where you live in relation to the fortress, you won’t be lost forever.
When I booked a one-way ticket to Europe, I thought I would write and write and write. And, while I have written, it is not, as expected, a slew of blog posts that I’m putting on paper. Instead, it is the book that I have talked about writing for years that is suddenly pouring out of me. In the meantime, this blog is getting a bit dusty.
The fact is, fiction is easier for me than the real stuff right now. So, instead of staring at an empty page, I’m going to skip the beginning of this story and the reason that I am here in Europe. That will come later.
For now…I’ll write about the joy of connecting with one of my best friends in one of the greatest cities in the world: London.
France for the holidays is magical, romantic…and logistically challenging.
The French unofficially start their holiday at least a half-day early (kudos to them for it), which can make fitting in all of your dream sights, attractions and destinations a bit of a challenge.Continue Reading