The Viva Bahia is located on the northern coast of Majorca, just steps away from a lovely beach, Playa Muro, in the Bay of Alcudia. This is a large hotel, more a resort really, and we were there for only three days, not nearly enough time to sample all the goodies on offer. That said, [...]
During our recent visit in the Crescent City, we were given ample opportunity to taste New Orleans. Here are our favourite cafes and restaurants in town.
My youngest daughter Catarina and I have just spent a few days in Majorca. We were in the north of the island, at Playa de Muro, far away from the party beaches down south – very, very far away – in distance as well as state of mind. We spent one long, lovely day in [...]
Rambling along New Orleans’ riverside one day, we come upon the Creole Queen. She is about to sail down the river. Do we want to come along? Now or never… Of course we hop on – and are glad we did. It wouldn’t feel right to be in New Orleans without boating the mighty Mississippi [...]
Next week, I’m off to visit Majorca. That’s a sentence I haven’t said in many years. The name Majorca (or Mallorca) conjures up to Northern Europeans what I imagine the name Acapulco does to Americans: package holidays, pig roasts, loud pop music blasting from shops and cafes on busy seaside streets, embarrassingly drunk fellow countrymen… [...]
Have you ever wanted to experience Mardi Gras? Me, too. As it happened, however, life (i.e. other travel plans) meant we would be in New Orleans 10 days too late. As with most things in Louisiana, Mardi Gras came with the French settlers. Records from as far back as the early 1700s describe masked balls [...]
I’ve been meaning to write a practical post on travelling with children, focusing on long inter-continental flights especially. It’s on my to-do list, has been for a while. And I will write it. But not today. However, I’ll share one of my tips now: wear them out. Worn-out kids, you see, fall asleep. Simple really. [...]
This week’s #frifotos* theme is symbols. What first popped into my mind was Stari Most. I think the old bridge in Mostar is one of the most powerful symbols there is: of multiculturalism, of how people of different religions can co-exist, how reconciliation can actually work. There’s a Middle Eastern flavour to Mostar. No surprise, [...]