As the Purrito often reminds me, our long-weekend vacations are supposed to be restful. The transit phase never is, or so it seems to me, and the movement phases of our weekend in Prague came dangerously close to damaging my calm at several points. On the way there, we had: The closure of the RER …
In my anger at USAA last week (hey bank, yeah, you: Fuck you.), I managed to forget that we went to Rouen. This fourth journey to Rouen (unfortunately there’s a post detailing our New Year’s Eve exploits sitting in a text file somewhere; I think it would be a little weird to add it now) …
There are instances in which the progression of an idea to an action (or in this case, an experience) are not immediately clear; I know that at some point, I said “hey, I’d like to go to Eastern Europe. Budapest is supposedly very nice,” but I don’t really remember when we decided to actually go, …
Nope. I also have yet to see the grave of Dom Pérignon, despite having been scheduled to do so. The four-day-weekend that marked the end of last week seemed like it was going to start things off in a promising manner; we’d have a day of rest before our weekend excursion, and we’d be able …
Our adventures in the colder parts of the European continent have taken us through Bruxelles thrice now; we’ve passed through twice on our way to Amsterdam and once on our way to Bruges. While the stops were always short (on the order of three or four minutes in the case of the Amsterdam trips, a …
I have been mulling over what to write about Avignon and find myself somewhat stuck; it’s not that there’s not much to say (we were there for three days), but I wound up taking a startling number of pictures on this trip, 237, and uploading 30-odd of them in the attached gallery. As a side …
Amsterdam. We concluded our multi-week plan, entitled Disney, Donkeys, and Dutch this past weekend with our second trip to Amsterdam. Our first trip to Amsterdam was The Trip the Blog Forgot, and with as late in the game as this post is, one could wonder if we simply don’t have much to say about the …
Yesterday we headed down to Porte de Versailles to attend the Salon de l’Agriculture. The show, the focus of which is, surprise, agriculture, wound up being much like Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo without all of the sucky bits (like the rodeo and the carnival). We petted cows; bought cookies; looked at surprisingly artistic cow …
Over the past 24 hours (read: I meant to post yesterday morning) I’ve attempted, on multiple occasions, to organize my thoughts on the Disneyland Paris experience, but I have yet to come up with a cohesive narrative or even a firm conclusion on the trip. It was somewhat weird, somewhat fun, somewhat kitschy, somewhat sucky, …
I took the afternoon off yesterday, and after eating lunch (sudeois sandwiches from our favorite boulangerie, Nelly Julien) and taking delivery of our water shipment (Evian chez vous: preventing people from schlepping around cartons of water since whenever), we hopped what proved to be an asthmatic RER to the eastern terminus of the RER A, Marne-la-Vallée – …
Fezzik In Paris 