Monthly Archives: July 2012

Waterfalls, Meatsplotion, and Feral Cats

The rental car in Pula didn’t exist.  We walked around for at least an hour, with our packs, and it was hot, searching for our promised vehicle, to no avail! We ended up giving up and grabbing some lunch.  We picked up a tip about a place that was good and not touristy.  I think it was called Kantina, but I thought it was pretty good.  I ordered the octopus salad and the calamari.  Delicious.

Pula Kantina Octopus Salad

Pula Kantina Calamari

We, then, caught a taxi to the airport, because that’s where they keep their rental car places.  We found the place we had made a reservation and they had no knowledge of our booking, and no cars to lend.  Lovely.  But, we found a car.  A little Volkswagon Up, in red.

With the help of Serena, our British English Garmin guide, we made our way to Grabovac, a small town outside of Plitvice Lakes National Park.  Because we used the Garmin, it calculated a route through the Croatian countryside.  It was stunning.  I think that a car is the best way to see Croatia.  But, amidst the beauty I became saddened.  There were many homes and buildings that were abandoned, and both the homes and buildings that were abandoned and those being lived in, had holes from bullets.  Though Croatia has rebuilt much of their country since their war in the 90’s, there are still ways in which the tragedy can be viewed.  I felt sad as we drove past homes with people on porches and bullet holes in the sides of the homes.  I am lucky that I live in the US where we don’t have wars on our soil.  I can’t imagine what it’s like, and I hope I never have to experience that.

The next morning we head off to the national park.  Plitvice Lakes is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been, if not the most beautiful.  The crystal clear, turquoise water flows from falls into pools that house petrified logs and a single type of fish (we think some type of carp).  It is amazing that a place like this exists.

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From Plitvice Lakes we went in search of the Cerovacke Caves near Gracac.  It turns out that Gracac is a very small town.  And, in the middle of the day it is empty.  We did a round through the town in search of a place to stay, but couldn’t find one.  We head over to the caves to see what the deal was over there, and the nice girl who worked there knew of someone who rented out rooms.  We headed over to Apartman Ana, in a little residential area.  Well, just about all of Gracac is residential.  I think there were two industrial sites, one I think was a trash processing plant, and the other had something to do with fish.  Both were very small.  Anyhow, a man and his daughter met us and the daughter spoke English pretty well.  The father was super smiley, but spoke little English, which was fine, because we speak very little Croatian.  Anyhow, the girl asked where we were from and was very surprised to hear that we were from the United States.  She said that they had never had anyone from the US before.  Then she was shocked to hear that we were from Los Angeles, and asked what brought us to Croatia.  When we told her that we heard that Croatia was beautiful, she was in awe that people from Los Angeles spoke of Croatia.  It’s amazing how we see Croatia as this beautiful gem yet to be discovered completely by the US, while she is clueless as to why someone from Los Angeles would want to visit her country.  It was an interesting exchange, and to see her point of view.  

We walked down the street to have a beer.  Ojusko seems to be the beer of choice.  Most bars and cafes have awnings adorned with the Ojusko sign.  We ended up grabbing the dice and playing a round of Farkle.  For those of you who don’t know the game, it is a game of chance played with dice.  That’s the short explanation.  We drank a lot of beer and eventually Seth won.  So, Sloane and I had to take care of the bill. I think it came to about $3 american each.  Not bad for 6 large beers.

We eventually made our way to the recommended restaurant where we ordered the massive meat plate.  We had no idea it would be as massive as it turned out to be, and the meat was piled atop a mound of french fries.  It was so good, but way too much!

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After dinner Seth and I went for a walk.  As we were walking I suddenly heard a little, “mew!”  I stopped, and I heard it again.  A kitten!  The momma was probably moving the kittens to a new location and we found this one when momma was away.  So cute!  We pet the kitten for a bit then began to walk away.  But, the kitten started mewing and following us!  We had to put her back and Seth scared her so she would stay in the bushes and not leave the spot where the momma had left her.

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That night we enjoyed the free internet, talked with some family, and went to bed.  We didn’t sleep too long before we were woken up by tons of dogs barking.  That was nice.

The next morning we made our way to the Cerovack Caves, also a UNESCO world heritage sight.  The caves were cold and pretty impressive.  They were bigger than we had expected.  

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After the caves we asked Selena (aka Magellan) how to get to Skradin, to see the waterfalls in Krka National Park.  Once again, we drove through windy streets to get there, passing through towns that once were and fields that once grew.  Skradin is a bustling little tourist town that feeds into Krka National Park.  We had a nasty little meal of fake risotto, then hung out to finish the Serious Eats blog post.  Seth took a liking to the ice cream shop around the corner from the hotel.  He ended up ordering 6 scoops of ice cream that day.  

Skradin Ice Cream

That evening Seth and I went for a little walk around Skradin.  We went to the top of the little hill to see the fortress.  It allowed us to view the entire little town and the lake and bridge beyond.  It was a pretty view at night.

Skradin Fortress View

The next morning we hopped on a boat down the river to visit the Roski Slap, which I think means waterfall.  It was pretty and we were allowed to swim in the water just beyond the falls.  Unfortunately, the weather was not too hot, and the water was a bit crisp.  So our time in the water was brief.  We stood in the sun to dry (we didn’t bring towels) then went for a walk.  It was pretty, but I think because we had been to Plitvice a few days before, we were not that impressed.

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We made our way back to town so Seth, and Sloane, could get more ice cream, then made our way to Split, Croatia’s second largest city.  We were not too happy to enter a big city.  I think we’re going to try to stick to smaller towns throughout our journey.  They are much more pleasant.  Seth did a great job at navigating throughout Croatia, and did not falter while entering the city.  Good job Seth!  We found our overpriced, crap hostel and took a walk to the city center.  It was crowded, a bit smelly at times, and overpriced.  We wanted to find a cheap meal, so we found a chain called Popej, pronounced Popeye and they had a cutout of his likeness.  It was horrible.  Weird version of kebab, but really bad.  I do not recommend.

Then, we bought our ferry tickets to Vis, a small island off Split before Seth and I made our way to the airport to drop off the rental car.  That was a pain.  Apparently, somewhere along the way someone had opened their car door into our wheel well and made a ity bitty dent.  So we got to pay 150 euros for that, lovely.

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This morning we woke up and made our way down to the docks to catch our ferry to Vis.  Vis is an island that, supposedly, was forbidden to foreigners for about 4 decades.  It is out of the way and not very touristy.  It is known for it’s beaches and diving.  Seth and I hope to find a dive shop to check out some scuttled ships and airplanes.

Food – Pizza in Croatia

Recommended to us by our new friend and guide Marina, Pizza Italiana da Sergio, in Rovinj Croatia, has been our favorite meal and by far the best pizza we have had. They have a salad with what they call vrhnje, which in Croatian just means sour cream, this stuff is amazing. This inspired us to go there two nights in a row for dinner.

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Though this post is going to cover our time in Rovinj, Croatia, I want to start off by giving a clothing update.  Those of you who have been following since the beginning know that clothing was a difficult endeavor for me.  Well, it’s been interesting.  I only brought 1 strictly short sleeved shirt.  It is a wicking, quick dry, merino wool by Patagonia.  Strait away I didn’t like it.  I wore it one of the first days traveling and it was too much coverage.  I ended up purchasing 2 tank tops from Lefties (a European store) in Madrid.  So, I’ve been wearing those two tops and my jean shorts (something which was a last minute decision).  When I’m waiting for my shorts to dry I end up wearing a lightweight cotton dress (also, a last minute decision).  So, the majority of the clothing I have been wearing is not technical or quick dry whatsoever.  Interesting…

Rovinj! (Pronounced ROH-vin)  Before the ferry ride was over, Sloane’s friend had found us an apartment to rent in the center of the old city.  It worked out really well, with two bedrooms and two bathrooms.  It’s nice to have your own space like that.  Marina, Sloane’s friend, has been so wonderful.  Part of it is because she works in hospitality at the moment, but I think it is just her nature to be extremely friendly and helpful.  She has been a wealth of information, and a fun person to get to know.  I wish we had a Marina for every place we visit!

The first night, Marina picked us up from the ferry, brought us to our apartment, then we went on a mini tour of the town of Rovinj.  It’s very small.  It has a real cozy feeling.  Even as we were approaching in the ferry, our attitudes began to change.  The coastline is spectacular, with pine forests, sheer cliffs of white rock plunging into the crystal blue sea, and picturesque buildings scattered here and there.  Upon exiting our spirits were high.  The weather was warm with a bit of wind.  What a romantic  town.  Marina took us  around the town, and we ended up at a little bar between the coast and Saint Euphemia’s Church.  The bar was settled in the graveyard, but it wasn’t creepy.  It was quite relaxing with the breeze and the ability to see the stars, and a few bats.  We tried our first Croatian beer, Favorit, which turned out to be a favorite.

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The next morning we woke and ventured out to find coffee.  We ended up at the Cinema Cafe where we enjoyed wonderful Illy expressos and what they call brioche.  Their brioche is our croissant with a marmalade filling.  It was very nice.  We then went in search of a place to swim.  It wasn’t much of a search, really.  Just a decision of where we wanted to hop in.  After choosing a spot, we cooled off in the water.  The temperature was wonderful.  It was pretty hot out and the water was refreshing, but not cold.  Already Croatia has an up on Madrid and Venice.  We were extremely hot in those cities, but had no way to remedy the exhaustion.  Here, we just hop into the water.  

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We found a place to grab some lunch.  Once again, Sloane ended up the winner of the meal.  She ordered the grilled calamari and it was delicious.  I ordered a plate of assorted mussels, and though it was good, I was not blown away.  Seth’s was pretty good, a dish of pasta, scampi, and red sauce, but Sloane’s was the best.

Then, Seth and I went in search of internet.  Though Marina was going to give us the internet info for the hotel she works in, she didn’t start work until 3.  So we sat down at one of the restaurants near the water.  Seth ordered a beer and I opted for an iced coffee.  Surprise!! Iced coffee in Croatia is not the light, low calorie drink we know in the states.  The waiter brought me a sundae cup with something that looked like a milkshake, topped off with a scoop of iced cream, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and a cookie.  Oops!  Though I graciously accepted the dessert, I asked the waiter about the difference.  He seemed confused as to why I would want a double espresso and a cup of ice.

While Seth and I were on our beverage adventure, Sloane had been exploring more of the town.  She found a daily open air market where the vendors push you to try all of their fare.  We went to explore and to to taste the different types of fruit and their locally harvested truffles.  Yum!  We bought these fruit that look like pears, but taste like a mix between a pear and an apple, perhaps.  But, not like an asian pear like we have in the states.  Closer to a crabapple, maybe.  Really tasty.  Then we sampled a bunch of truffle products.  Yum! We bought some white truffles in truffle oil.  We ended up making a mini feast of bread with a slice of really good tomato from Marina’s garden, truffle, then sea salt.  Wow.  

It was still hot, so we followed Sloane to the graveyard beach.  We scrambled down the rocks and, with some direction from a local, we hopped in at the right spot.  The water felt amazing.  We watched some children being taught by their father how to flip off the rocks into the water, before trying it ourselves.  Well, not the flip part, but jumping off the rocks into the water.

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Marina recommended a pizza place, so we found our way there for dinner.  This turned out to be the best pizza we’ve had so far.  Sorry Italy.  We started off with salads, and Seth was the winner there.  His  was an arugula salad with this mysterious ‘cream’ on top.  Though we made the conjecture that it was sour cream at the time, we decided that it was nearly impossible that our sour cream could be so far off from this.  We found out later that it was sour cream.  Apparently, without pasteurization and preservatives sour cream can have a completely different, and amazing, flavor.  Dumb US rules.  They kill so much flavor!  Anyhow, when it came to pizzas, I was the winner, with Seth as a close second.  My pizza had sheep cheese, mozzarella, Istrian ham, and salami, and parmesan sprinkled on top.  So, so good.  Seth’s pizza had Istrian ham, arugula, and fresh tomatoes.  Sloane’s was good, but not like ours.  Wow, that was amazing.

We went to visit Marina at the hotel and to use the internet.  It turned out that there was a Croatian folk festival going on in the town center, and we had front row seats!  It was amazing to see the tradition of the culture.  We saw dancing and heard music.  We had no idea what they were saying between numbers, but we think it was traditional stories.  There’s no connection between English and Croatian, so we were in the dark.

The next morning we picked up our laundry (Marina had found us a place to drop it the day before), picked up a kebab for lunch, and headed over to Red Island for a bit of snorkeling.  Though the island wasn’t much more than a bunch of resort hotels, it was a nice change of scenery.  We snorkeled and saw little fish, some sea urchins, and a sea cucumber.  We, also, saw an enormous bee.

we decided to treat Marina for dinner, so we headed back to Sergios, the amazing pizza place.  This time we all ordered the Sergio salad, which is the one Seth had ordered the night before.  The plan was to get less pizza and share, but our eyes were too big! I think either my pizza or Marina’s pizza were the winners.  I ordered a pizza with mozzarella, soft cheese, eggplant, arugula, fresh tomatoes, and salami.  It was wonderful.  Marina got a 4 cheese pizza and added salami.  The gorgonzola on her’s was really tasty.  We, then, went to stuff ourselves on ice cream.  We have to start watching our weight if we’re going to be laying around in bathing suits!  Or at least I do!  We did a few more laps around the town before calling it a night.

Today we are going to head off to Pula, mostly to pick up a car.  After many phone calls, it was decided there were no cars to rent in Rovinj.  So we will pick up a car in Pula and drive to Plitvice Lakes National Park.  The pictures look amazing, so I’m excited.  We then make our way down the coast, stopping at places here and there to see neat things like caves and waterfalls.  It’s going to be a fast paced week, but hopefully it will be worth it!  I think it will.

Hostel Swap

Hostel Swap. It’s kinda like Wife swap, but less entertaining.  We packed up all of our things and headed toward the islands of Venice.  We were off to find a lady with sardines.  What I mean by that, is we had to make it to a meeting point by 10am to find Mrs. Di Cicco, our cooking class instructor.  This sounds simple, right? You plan enough time to get from point A (our hostel on the mainland) to point B (an obscure vaporetto stop).  And, it would be simple if we had a map that included all of Venice’s windy streets, or if all of the windy streets were labeled with names.  Honestly, I don’t think all of the ‘streets’ have names.  So, what you do is you look at the map, walk in the general direction you think you are supposed to go, then ask someone who looks like a local where this point B is, then turn around because you’ve been going the wrong way.  Eventually we seem to get to all the places we need.  If it weren’t so darn hot, or if we weren’t carrying all of our possessions, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.  My strategy with directions, so far, is to take off my sunglasses, place a semi-vapid look upon my face, and walk up to an Italian man while butchering their romantic language, pointing to a dot on a map.  Then I smile real big, with a bit of confusion in my eyebrows.  This seems to be working relatively well, met with smiles, laughs and very helpful directions.  

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We made it to our destination with 5 minutes to spare, and met Mrs. Di Cicco.  She led us through the labyrinth to her apartment on the top floor of a building.  It was a beautiful space with air conditioning and a serene balcony view.  Sadly the weather didn’t permit lunch on the terrace.  With the guidance of Mrs. Di Cicco, and Seth’s expertise, we created a delectable meal of Sarde di Saor (marinated sardines in an onion, pine nut, and raisin mix), zucchini and prawn  risotto, baked sea bass in tomatoes, olives, and capers, and Zabaglione (a marsala wine custard).  It was all so delicious.  I really, really liked the sardines.  I was impressed that Sloane liked them too.  She even had seconds! The risotto was cooked in an amazing broth that we made with the prawn heads and a variation of a mir poux.  I could have sipped that from a cup, it was so good.  The dessert was surprisingly good.  I don’t normally like custards, or custard-like consistencies (aka Jell-O [which is the devil so don’t even go there]), but this was so good.  She said it could be served warm, but due to the heat we popped them into the fridge, so they were cold when we ate them.  We dunked thin, little Venetian cookies into the cream and it was oh so good.

After lunch we promptly hauled our junk over towards the hostel.  It wasn’t far at all, and if my memory serves me correctly, we didn’t ask for directions.  Well, maybe we did.  There definitely wasn’t a street name.  We had to go to the ‘alley’ behind the street name.  We had a bit of trouble with the guy who checked us in because he didn’t want to allow us to only stay one night.  And the rules surrounding this situation were quite ridiculous, but we decided to wait until the morning when we could speak with the manager.

After doing some planning and relaxing in the AC, we made our way to Vaporetto 1.  Ok, a little info about Venice for those of you who don’t know.  Before I came to Venice the first time, I was unaware that it was a series of islands.  In the city center there are no cars.  It’s a walking city.  I don’t even think I saw bikes.  This is because to get to places you want to go you usually have to cross several bridges, and many of the streets are barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side.  But, there is a lot of water.  The canals are the lifeblood of Venice.  So, any and all transportation happens upon them.  Mail, police, deliveries, you name it, it happens on the water.  A vaporetto is public transportation, or Venice’s version of a bus or subway.  Something to know about the vaporettos, and public transportation in general in Venice (and perhaps Italy), is that they hardly check for tickets.  At our bus stop on the mainland there wasn’t a place to buy a ticket, and when we asked the driver he waved us along.  Silly us, we got on Vaporetto 1 and asked the boat guy where we could buy a ticket.  So we paid 7 euro each.  As we were on the little boat we watched the hoards of people waltz onto the boat without mention of tickets or the like.  Gah!  Oh well.  Anyhow, Vaporetto 1 makes its way down the Grand Canal and you get to see Venice how it’s meant to be seen.  I finally was able to see some of the magic of Venice.  Getting lost in the stale, humid heat while trekking through the maze of streets is not a pleasurable experience, while losing yourself with the wind blowing through your hair making your way down the Grand Canal with the magnificent architecture of the old masters passing by can leave a lasting impression.

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Finding our way back to our stop at the Rialto Fish Market, we set off in search of dinner.  We found a spot that looked decent and didn’t try to steal too much of our money.  We then traipsed back to our hostel, only a few turns away, and settled in for the evening.

This morning we abandoned our hostel on time, as the manager begrudgingly agreed to not charge us for an extra night.  It was still cool when we left the hostel.  Wait, wait.  Cool is the wrong word.  Maybe I should say that it was cooler than painfully hot.  So, maybe we didn’t start sweating until we walked a few yards.  That’s a more accurate description of the weather.  Anyhow, we left in search for the docks to buy tickets to Croatia.  We found the docks, left our big bags at the station, and caught a Vaporetto to the island of Murano.  Murano is known for it’s blown glass.  I was hoping to find a hands on class to take while in Venice, but that was not in our cards for the day.  We had about three hours until we had to get back to the station.  

Remember my schtick about public transportation and not really having to pay the fare?  Well, I’m going to have to say that that rule does not apply when taking a vaporetto to a super touristy island.  We took a few vaporettos without purchasing tickets, but on this boat they checked.  There went another 7 euros each!  I bet they never actually fine you for not paying for a ticket (it’s 57 euros if they do), that they just make you buy a ticket. 

As we exited the boat someone was kindly there to tell us that there was a glass blowing demonstration, free of charge, all the way down the path to the left.  We watched the demonstration, which was just a lure to get us to shop, then we shopped.  LOL  But I think glass blowing is really cool, so I thought the demonstration, no matter how mundane they made it, was interesting to me.  One day I will take a course.  Anyhow, it was neat to walk through the shops and see all the glass.  We wanted to buy a really interesting Christmas ornament, but didn’t want to babysit a glass orb through Africa. 

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After finding a cheap lunch (which included the best pizza we had in Venice) we returned to the docks, bought our ferry tickets to Rovinj and we are on our way.  We don’t have a place to stay for the night, but Sloane has a friend in Rovinj who is, supposedly, finding us a place to stay.  I hope this works.  Either way, we are pretty excited for Croatia.  We’re hoping it includes relaxation, beaches, outdoor activities, good food, and a stronger dollar

Food – Beer and Pizza, Venice

Breakfast this morning consisted of half a pack of cookies and 2 cups of coffee, needless to say after a 2 hour plane ride, followed by one hour finding our hostel, then forty five minuets commute into Venice, followed by a half hour search for a place to eat we were very parched, very hot, and very hungry. We wandered into what seemed like the only place that was open and ordered 3 beers. Berkley was pretty silly after her first sip. After we had almost finished our entire beers out pizza came, it was tasty but I had high hopes for italian pizza. I don’t have photos of them but we did end up having better pizza in Venice.

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Food – Helado

Barcelona, 89+ degrees at night. Not much can take the edge off of that sort of humidity and heat. But after wandering around for hours looking for a specific ice cream place Berkley found in the Barcelona city guide, we stopped into a random gelateria that looked like it was homemade. The ice cream was decent, but the fact that it was ice cold was AMAZING. We are getting better and better at finding inventive and novel was of cooling off, ducking into a cellphone store (they seem to have to coldest stores), eating ice cream,  and asking for cups of ice at a restaurant just to name a few.

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Kebap, Kebap

For our last day in Barcelona, we decided we were going to eat cheaper.  Barcelona is pretty expensive for food.  So, what did we eat? La comida turca!  We had Kebap (Kebab).  We didn’t have any recommendations, so we just headed in the direction we intended on going anyways, and stopped at the first kebap place we found.  It was alright. It had some weird toppings.  For example, I’ve never seen corn, bell peppers, or olives stuffed into a kebap sandwich.  It wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t what I remembered.  And it wasn’t, great.

We then headed off to the port in search of the aquarium.  Seth really likes aquariums, and had read that the one in Barcelona is one of the biggest in Europe.  It turns out that Europe doesn’t have very big, or exciting aquariums.  So, that was a bit of an anticlimactic, turn.  It looked like it was going to be big, because the building was really big, but it turns out that the size was for the IMAX they had inside.  Oh well.

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We, then, set off walking in search of the beach.  I don’t think I’d ever been to the beach in Barcelona.  It was pretty, but overrun with people.  We walked along the beach for a bit, before heading to a park.  The park was pretty neat.  There was this really big fountain, with cool statues.  It was nice to have some space that wasn’t packed with people.  

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We thought of going to the Picasso museum, but when we got there the line was enormous.  I hope we’re not missing out on a lot of things because of the huge lines.  But, I can’t justify waiting in line, in intense heat, when there are so many beautiful architectural gems surrounding me.  Picasso is going to have to wait for another day.  

By this time, our legs were in a world of hurt.  We’d been walking so much for the past week, that our legs felt as if they were going to crap out.  Wonderful terminology, but that’s how it was.  We remembered seeing a cheap massage place directly around the corner from our hotel, so we walked right in!  They led us back a long hallway with doors on either side.  We were placed in this little curtained room where we could see down the hallway.  Luckily Seth and I were together, because immediately after we sat down we both started to notice something was a little off.  Just as we sat, we noticed a young guy being led down the hallway by one of the women, and as he’s walking down the hall he begins to unzip his pants.  The Lady stops him and ushers him into a room.  A few minutes later an older gentleman is led from a room, in only a towel, past us to take a shower, then is led back to the room.  This happens multiple times.  We were in a happy endings massage parlor.  Oh man, I never expected to find myself in one of those.  And, I didn’t even catch on.  Seth had to put two and two together for me.  Anyways, we were there for their legitimate business, so we soaked our feet and received massages.  Both of our ‘masseurs’ had a quirk.  I had the girl with nine and a half fingers who kept answering her cell phone, and at one point left for a few minutes to run outside, while Seth had the woman who sat open legged wearing short shorts and no underwear.  As we sat, we watched middle aged and older men file in to this massage parlor.  Wow.

MassageBarcelonaWe were a little hungry so we went to kebap place number two.  This one was much better.  We both ordered doner plates with fries, some kind of slaw, and a ‘salad’ consisting of shredded lettuce some olives and a slice of tomato.  They gave us a ‘spicy’ (for Spain) sauce, and a white sauce that was reminiscent of ranch dressing.  Delish!  And our meals for the day cost at least half the price, probably more than half, than the rest.

The next morning we left for the airport to meet Sloane.  Our cabbie got us there in record time, not without putting our lives in peril every other block and a half.  We found Sloane wandering around a duty free shop with ear buds plugged into her head.  YAY!! It was so nice to see her after a whole year!  Commence catching up process!

The Ryan Air flight was hilarious.  The entire time we sat in the airplane they were trying to sell us something.  They didn’t stop at food, they got creative.  Perfumes, jewelry, lottery tickets! It was one after the next of, “please buy our crap!”  Maybe that’s why you have to pay for luggage and are only allowed one small carry on (a small purse is included in that one item), the plane is so heavy from all the crap they are trying to sell you!  Either way, the flight was easy and we had more leg room than some of our other flights so far.

We made it to Venice without event.  We ended up being the only people on the bus heading into Maestre.  This is probably because most people like to stay in the Venice city center, and not the mainland, when they visit Venice.  There are no gondolas in Maestre.  But, then again, there are no canals there either, so why would there be gondolas?  Ok, I messed up.  In all the confusion of finding a place that worked for the three of us, I booked us a hostel in the wrong area.  But the room was sufficient and we got our own bathroom.  Speaking of the bathroom, it appeared as if the entire room was the shower, toilet and all.  Eventually, we let Sloane be the pioneer of that adventure.  Anyhow, we checked in, alerted the proprietor that we would only be spending one night at her establishment, and found the bus into ‘the real Venice’.  

Holy tourist trap Batman, I think we’re in expensiveville!  And I didn’t know it was so hot in expensiveville.  There was a point where we were in the shade, standing still, and I could feel the sweat dripping down my back.  Let me put it out there, that I’m not a sweaty person.  I don’t drip sweat (my trainer can vouch for me on that one).  But, It was pouring from my body.  I have never sweat so much, without doing any physical exertion.  I was quite impressed.  So, we headed off, down some random street, alley, I don’t know what they call them, sidewalk?  After much shopping around for the best price for a pizza, we sat down and sucked it up when we could walk no longer.  Two coffees and some crackers didn’t last long.  The pizza was ok, but the beer was wonderful.  And it made for a tipsy Berkley.  Think about it, coffee for breakfast, tons of walking in intense heat, and sweating buckets, of course I was effected by a beer.  Fun times.  But I sweat that out quickly and was no longer tipsy.  

Venice Berkley Beer

We wandered around the city, feeling like rats in a maze, simply following obscure signs to reach an old building, bridge, or cathedral.  Turn after turn of designer stores and stores filled with Venice chachkies and memorabilia, packed with hoards of slippery, slimy, smelly tourists.  Our next decision was an easy one, we had to get out of cities.  

After seeing integral points of interest, like the Rialto Bridge and San Marco Plaza, we ended up ducking into a little bar that had wifi to check out some details for the upcoming days.  The guys who worked at the restaurant were friendly and spoke English.  We took advantage of that.  Don’t worry, they took advantage of us, too!  Eighteen euros for three beers! Wow.  In Madrid, and apparently Huesca, you get a beer for one euro and they bring you something to eat as well.  Man, oh man.  

Venice Sloane WiFiBar

Since we had decided that we wouldn’t be in Venice long, we decided we needed to have one italian meal.  We wandered around looking for a place that looked good, but wouldn’t kill our wallets completely.  We ended up accidentially finding one of the places I had written down from some guide book.  We tried one of the local traditional dishes called sarde di saor, marinated sardines, fried, with some sort of citric sauce on top.  It was pretty good.  Sloane and I both ordered a pasta, and Seth ordered the cuttlefish in ink.  The unanimous decision was that Sloane’s pasta carbonara was the winner.

Venice VinoVino Pasta ham funghi

Venice VinoVino Sarde di Saor

Venice VinoVino Cuttlefish

 

After a very long and winding walk to the bus station we decided to get lost.  Well, not really, but we did get a little turned around.  When we couldn’t wander any longer, we stopped to ask some outdoor dining patrons if they knew where we were supposed to be going.  They were more than happy to help us, which would have been great if we spoke Italian.  Though Sloane and I can mostly understand the language, when they use so many words and utilize so many hand gestures, it becomes confusing and its easy to get distracted.  I got some directions and was ready to head off, when I walked up to Sloane, deep in directional conversation with another man.  He finished talking and drawing little maps on his hand, and we paused before smiling, thanking the man, and beginning to walk away.  Then we realize this man is following us.  He’s walking us to our hostel!  He insisted, so we walked with a wonderfully helpful man to our hostel with fairly little words, because we couldn’t say anything.  But, we thanked him profusely when we turned the corner onto our street.  So nice!

My Favorite Sight

This morning we woke up early to head to the market before the city awoke.  Well, there were definitely people milling about on our way to the market, but I have a feeling they never went to sleep.  If you’re wearing a tiny dress, splashing water at a boy at 7am, you probably never went to sleep.  Either way, we made it to La Boqueria in time to watch the vendors set up.  Seth took a ton of photos, after I asked and schmoozed the vendors of course, before we could have a bite.  The endless stalls of produce, meats, cheeses, and other delectable food items were amazing, and extremely fresh, but after walking around the market for an hour and a half I needed food before I began to get cranky.  

We had breakfast at Bar Pinoxio.  It was amazing.  Buitifarra, the local sausage, and pan con tomate first, then delicious cuttlefish with white beans.  That was amazing.  The cuttlefish was full bodied, sweet and savory at the same time.  I could eat that every morning for breakfast.  And let’s not forget the cafe con leche and glass of cava. Delish!

We, then, headed up one of the main streets to see some of Gaudi’s architecture.  His work is the main reason I love Barcelona.  I mean the food is great, but with how expensive it is, I would go somewhere else.  Gaudi is amazing.  After seeing La Pedrera and other beautiful buildings, we went to the piece du resistance, La Sagrada Familia.  Now, you all know that Seth is my ‘favorite sight’.  But, if we’re talking about seeing ‘the sights’ La Sagrada Familia is my absolute, hands down favorite.  I think the fact that it is part of the past, present, and future all at once is some of what draws me to it.  I love that I’ve been to visit it multiple times, and each time something is different, just as it has been for the past 80 or something years, and just as it will be for the next 30.  It’s absolutely amazing.  Though I really want to go inside, the line was, also, amazing, and we weren’t up for it.  Perhaps if we wake up early enough we can head over when it opens.  

We, slowly, made our way back to our room, stopping for some ice cream on the way.  It’s pretty hot, and we’re doing a lot of walking, so the ice cream hit the spot.  It was late enough in the day that we spent the rest of the day lounging around on the patio of our B&B drinking the bottle of Catalan wine and munching on mercado treats.  

Chocolate and Trains

As a treat for our last morning in Madrid, we decided to visit Chocolateria San Gines for churros con chocolate.  The churros are crisp and the chocolate is thick.  I used to go here with friends after a long night of dancing and drinking, and it really hits the spot.  This morning, the place was more empty than I’ve ever seen it.  Normally you have to wait for a table, because it’s so packed.  So, churros, chocolate, and coffee.  It was a nice start to the morning.  I liked dunking the churro in the coffee, then the chocolate.  Yum!  We, then, went around the corner to La Mallorquina to pick up some empanadas for the train ride.  I wanted to get the empanadas de atun (tuna), but they were not available, so we got something similar filled with bonito and paprika.  

We then walked through the city one last time on our way to Estacion de Atocha to catch our train.  Though our seats didn’t have a window (bummer) we stole glances through everyone else’s and it was a pretty ride.  We were able to see a bit of the Spanish landscape, and catch up on some photo business to pass the time.

We found our lodging pretty quickly, after getting to Barcelona, and hung out for a bit to catch up on some much missed time in air conditioning.  We, then, headed out to find some dinner.  The place we are staying (BCN Fashion House) has some guide books so I found us a few options nearby.  We accidentally had our allotted ‘nice meal’ for the week, but it was worth it.  Iberico tenderloin (Iberican ham tenderloin), croquetas de pulpo (octopus croquets), pan con tomato (toasted bread rubbed with tomato and garlic), and Catalunian wine.  It was all very tasty.

Bar del Pla

Bar del Pla pan con tomate

Bar del Pla Steak

After dinner, we roamed the streets admiring the buildings and the very interesting groups of people.  It seems like there are many more tourists from outside of Spain here, in Barcelona, than were in Madrid.  Who knows? Also, we were wondering about the size difference between the two cities and we assumed that Barcelona had more inhabitants.  Though it seems more crowded, the guidebook says that Madrid has more people. Hmm…

La lavadora ha comio nuestra ropa!

We had a horrible night’s sleep.  It was so, so hot in our room, and we’re having pillow problems.  It turns out that I bought the winner travel pillow at the airport, thank you Brookstone, and between the heat, the caca pillows, and the jet lag, we barely slept.  But, somehow we fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning.  When we woke up, it was about 11:30.  We figured we could still make it to Segovia for the day, but wanted to run a load of laundry first.  That was a mistake.  We tried everything, but the washer kept going, and wouldn’t let us extract our clothes.  We ended up giving up on Segovia for the day, and spent the day relaxing around Madrid.  

Madrid Ropas

For lunch, we wanted atmosphere, so we went to the most touristy place in the city, Plaza Mayor.  There’s a Plaza Mayor in every town and city in Spain, as it just means biggest plaza, or main plaza.  This being the most famous, it is packed with tourists, and rightly so.  It is a beautiful place.  But, where there are tourists, there are inflated prices.  What would have been a meal of about 5 euro anywhere else, was about 30 there.  Serves us right.  We’ll never eat at a tourist attraction again!  But, like I said, nice for ambience and people watching.

Then, we went on a mission to find delicious olives.  We ended up walking towards where I used to live, Anton Martin, to visit the market where they have a wide variety of freshly brined olives.  As with anything in a foreign country, at any moment a storefront is likely to be closed.  So, we ended up finding some canned olives in a little store instead.  But the walk was not for nothing, we bought some of my favorite candies in one of the stores I used to frequent.  Gumi huevos (gummy eggs)!

That night we went to find more places to tapear (eat tapas).  Seth needed to try patatas braves, and pulpo a la galiciana and he needed to ingest more JAMON!!  The first stop was to my old stomping ground, La Zapateria.  This was the first place I went to eat the first time I visited Madrid, and was my favorite place when I lived here.  I learned that one of the reasons I probably liked it was because of their wide variety of vegetarian options.  But those vegetarian days are over, and the chorizo was good!

Madrid 7

We went to a few places after that, but finally ended up at Las Bravas.  A sort of chain, but they have amazing brava salsa.  It’s a red tomato based sauce with heavy amounts of paprika and a touch of spice.  It’s really tasty and it’s drizzled over thick chunks of fried potato.  Delicious!  We also ordered the octopus (pulpo).  This is one of my favorite treats.  They serve it in olive oil, sprinkled with paprika and coarse salt.  It was so tender and full of flavor. 

Madrid Las Bravas

 We woke up the next morning, with the help of an alarm, and went to Segovia.  Though we had a bit of an adventure following Alberto’s handmade map to the train station, we made it just in time for a bus.  The ride was short and easy.  We walked through the town to get to their beautiful, old, roman aqueduct.  It’s one of my favorite sights in Spain.  Our plan was to see the castle and eat cochinillo, roast suckling pig.  We did half of that.  Though we have been excited to try the local dish of cochinillo, something about the bus ride over made us a bit car sick, and devouring a fatty baby piggy didn’t seem like a good idea.  But, we made it to the castle, and that was beautiful.  It is said that Walt Disney modeled his castle to look like the one in Segovia.  There are definitely similarities.

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Segovia 007

After wandering around Segovia for a while we made our way back to the bus station, where we caught a ride back to Madrid.  I believe we both nodded off for some time during that trip.  After dropping off our things at Alberto’s place, we headed to the nearby store to pick up the ingredients for tortilla, a spanish omelet of eggs and potato.  It was a really cool market where three different vendors sold different products, a nice collaboration.  And, the best part was, it was super cheap.  The cost of food in Spain is amazing compared to the US, especially Los Angeles.  For about 7 pounds of potatoes, 2 onions, a pack of chorizo, and 12 eggs it was about 6 euros, which is about 10 dollars.  If only…

We then had to do a bunch of horrible planning/arranging of trips.  The internet was down at Alberto’s house, so we had no way of contacting anyone, including ticketing agencies and train stations.  And, we had to swap our train ticket to Pamplona for one to Barcelona.  After waiting till the last minute, we couldn’t wait for Sloane’s friends to pull through in order for us to go to Pamplona.  It was either sleep on the streets (with all our stuff) or cancel Pamplona.  So, we went to the train station to buy tickets to Barcelona.  That took a long time.  We had to find internet to see if we could Skype with the ticketing agency, but the sounds in the train station were too loud.  We ended up writing them a letter to cancel our tickets, and we’re hoping that they go through.  And we bought (after a million little problems like our tickets not coming out of the machine after payment) tickets to Barcelona.

Finally making it home, Alberto began to teach Seth how to make tortilla.  That was fun to watch.  Our plan is to find people to teach us a recipe (well, more like teach Seth a recipe) to bring home.  This was our first.  We, then, feasted on our two tortillas along with jamon, olives, and cheeses with Alberto’s two roommates, Jorge and Ruben.  It was a nice way to spend our last evening in Madrid, having dinner with our amazing hosts.

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