Sometimes we need to look back...to find our way forward.
One of the original Lonely Planet Blog Sherpas. Just kept the name to represent my life travel experiences.
We had some great dinners night after night, especially when you have daily access to the local produce market and freshly made pasta from the shop next door. We were also in gelato central.
We debated about this a lot (carbon emissions, fuel costs, finding parking etc.) but after realizing that back-packing (or hauling bags) around Europe is really more of a romantic, sometimes limiting, and more expensive notion …
Even during the tail end of winter, Barcelona still shines as one of the most vibrant cities we have ever visited. It pretty much has everything - a vibrant culture and art scene, beautiful beaches, and more.
We landed at the Charles De Gaulle airport in the early afternoon - wide-eyed, frisky, marvelled, relieved for cooler weather, and ready for another adventure. Hopping onto the RER, we made our way towards the city. While gazing out the window and hoping for signs of an early spring, we were suddenly serenaded by French accordion music from down the train car. It was at that moment that we really knew we were in Paris.
Paris Arrondissement 3, Paris, Ile-de-France (Paris Area), France. Very close to Pompidou Center
This little island is quite amazing. The emerald, sea green ocean, the long stretch of white sandy beaches paralleled with an abundance of restaurants of various cuisines .... and of course, buffets with "bottom-less iced teas" that try to under price and out smörgåsbord each other (we found one for as low as PHP 250).
We literally only had less than 12 hours in Baler but I can share this much, we’ll definitely be back again to explore this hidden gem in the Aurora province. [wp_geo_map] The drive from Manila …
I officially arrived to the land of my mother and father's on January 26th, 2010. It took me 33 years to do it but hey, I made it. While waiting for our bags, seeing my Filipino country-men and hearing the familiar Tagalog accents eerily made me feel like I was back home, living with my parents again.
It was our first time in Hawaii and more significantly our first reintroduction to North American culture. When we landed at the airport it felt so surreal that we were actually here.
Our last days in Nepal was such a whirl-wind of affairs – packing, final travel arrangements, dog-sitting, more packing, and of course saying good-bye to good friends, who for most may take quite a long …