My husband and I have a pretty romantic love story, if I do say so myself. We met in 2007 in Melbourne, Australia while I was on a year-long university exchange and he was living there. I arrived in January, we met in March and by June we were living together. When my year abroad …
Two years on and we’ve done an awful lot of travelling with our little girl, but surprisingly we had never taken a family holiday just the three of us, that is until last week when we headed back to the south of France, en famille!
Well hello there! Remember me? I’m the person who used to write this little blog with some semblance of regularity. Not so recently, well for the past year.
Getting a grey and rainy day while on holiday is always disappointing. Sometimes, however, with grey skies come rainbows – one of nature’s most magical spectacles.
Normally my posts are effusive in their praise for the many and varied attractions and locations I have visited on my travels…but not this one!
After four hours of driving through the impossibly flat Canadian Prairies just about any change would have been notable, but to come upon a landscape like this was awe-inspiring.
It’s like stepping onto another planet or into another world.
Yesterday a miracle happened, something that I never thought would actually come to pass.
At 5pm on May 25th, 2014 our ferry pulled away from the dock in Cherbourg and our five month adventure in France was over.
And we’re back for the second installment of the series 24 Hours in Barcelona!
“España 140km”, the sign said as we drove down the highway from our temporary home in Pezenas. 140km?! That’s nothing, I thought.