Saturday was the annual Fremont Solstice Parade. Low-70s, overcast, and dry – pretty much perfect parade weather. As usual, the parade proper was preceded by the (naked and painted) solstice cyclists. There were many great paint jobs/outfits, including – unsurprisingly – many takes on Wonder Woman. Also a dramatic increase in mermaids this year, for […]
Porto
In contrast with my earlier travels through Andalucía, this phase of my trip was marked with larger and larger distances. After Lisbon and my Sintra/Cabo da Roca side trip, I wanted to visit Galicia, starting with Santiago de Compostela a good 335 mi/540km due north from Lisbon. Stopping in Porto happened more out of necessity than […]
The Edge of the World
Cabo da Roca is the westernmost point in continental Europe. It’s marked by a large monument, fields of wildflowers, and ocean that reaches unbroken to the horizon.
Sintra
When I heard about Sintra, it was always suggested as a day trip out of Lisbon. I stayed overnight, and I still didn’t have enough time. Though, to be honest, I pretty much spent my whole day at the Quinta da Regaleira taking pictures (despite print guides saying it only needed two hours). Sintra itself is […]
Lisbon
I found myself in a strange new country where I didn’t speak the language at all, wondering what have I gotten myself into?
Cádiz
The rain stopped for real the day I left Gibraltar, but I was still sick. Fortunately I had a relatively long stay in Cádiz (5 days) for some beach therapy.
The Blog that Time Forgot
And by “time”, really I mean “I”. And by “forgot” I really mean “kept putting off.”
Starts With “S” and Ends With “Urgery”
Today I go in to the hospital for abdominal surgery.
Homeward Bound
I am sitting in Heathrow Airport waiting for my flight home. It’s astonishing how fast the past 3 months have gone. During this trip I visited 25 towns and cities (more or less) across 5 countries, visited countless monuments and museums, and taken thousands of photographs. But the best has been the people who have been part […]
Crossing the Line: Gibraltar and La Línea de la Concepción
By the time I left Jimena de la Frontera every single item of clothing I owned had been worn at least once, not everything had dried from my search for the Moorish Queen’s Bath, I was starting to get sick, and it was still raining.