Posts Tagged ‘tourism’

becoming fine

Thursday, February 11th, 2010

The first warning that the sun is mean Down Under came on day one, when my travel companion got a slight sunburn despite long sleeves and a hat. Apparently one warning is all you get. Since the weather has been either “becoming fine” or “fine” ever since we arrived (apparently Australian newspaper terms for “partly sunny” and “sunny”) on the second day of our visit we went to the beach and sat under the shade of a palm tree. Sunburned! I was pretty impressed.

Other than that, we have been doing hot weather tourism, which entails as little movement as possible and lots of icecream. Nice.

first impressions

Tuesday, February 9th, 2010

i liked Sydney from the start when an adorable drug-sniffing dog “hit” on my bag and “confiscated” a contraband banana. The first day was spent in a state of jetlagged happiness. Summer. Sydney. Nice nice nice.

paris getaway

Monday, May 11th, 2009

Of all the cities in Europe, Paris probably has the most going for it. There are so many fantastic things to see, without the city feeling like a big tourist trap. And the food! And the wine! And the bustle! And the diversity! And the fast trains! We had already done the obligatory tourist stuff on previous visits. So we focused this trip on people watching and eating, even getting out of town one day for a quick trip to Orleans. Here are two pictures (Yes, I’m too lazy to rotate the one):

tante sally

Saturday, July 12th, 2008

My aunt Sally arrives in Bonn next week for her third visit in three years! I’ve decided she officially qualifies as a Friend of Germany. To celebrate her Friend of Germany status, I have ordered sunny weather. We will see if it arrives in time.

california dreamin’

Thursday, May 10th, 2007

Hey Americans, have you Hugged a European Tourist today? Do it before it’s too late. For more, read this brilliantly written article (wink wink.)

disaster tourism

Thursday, November 30th, 2006

Our trip to Porto was beautifully soggy. The city got drenched during several days of heavy rain. We showed up just before the flooding started. The restaurant where we feasted on bacalao our first night in town was under water the next morning. The flooding shut down the restaurants and port wine cellars along the river, but as tourists we soldiered on, getting drenched to see the sights. The locals also went about their business, albeit in hip boots.

aunt sally

Tuesday, July 26th, 2005

My Aunt Sally has been bumming around Germany lately. She went with me to three (!) museums, took me shopping for much-needed household goods, made sure there was time to eat sweets and invited me to the Walfisch brauhaus to drink lsch beer. She also had the brilliant idea to hang pots and pans from hooks to make more space in our teeny kitchen. Aunts are cool.

  

the sights

Monday, July 18th, 2005

We were not the only tourists in Paris. Somehow, whenever I travel, the number of other people doing the same thing at the same time always surprises me. Where do all the tourists come from? Sunday morning we sat in the shade of a garden on the back side of Notre Dame and watched an amusing assortment of tourists posing for photos. Besides the tourist-watching, while in Paris we also managed to find: good crepes, a mean waitress, a 10 euro beer, and a free bathroom.

bocadillo de calamaris

Tuesday, July 5th, 2005

It felt like everything had changed just enough to confuse someone who had been away for six years. I got out of the Atocha train station sure I could make it to the nearby Plaza de Cibeles. Which I did. Eventually. Just took a few wrong turns before making it there.

Went back to the old barrio of Lavapies as well. There´s still the dollar store on the corner. But I don´t remember living next to a fountain. And the nearby Reina Sofia museum has nosed its way into a few additional blocks as well.

I did find the place we used to go for calamari sandwhiches. They´re as delicious as ever. Especially followed by icecream from Ben & Jerry´s. Here´s some pictures of the city and my handsome hosts Gertrudis and Juanma:

 

tourists in heat

Saturday, June 25th, 2005

Sweltering heat has followed me to Mallorca. Sticky, dehydrated island tourism has made for some sweaty fun. I’m here with thirty of R’s German co-workers and their families for a “work retreat.” They’ve done meetings. I’ve gone to air-conditioned museums to look at contemporary Spanish art. Some of the planned “team-building” experiences were difficult. No one wants to ride a bike in the middle of the day in Mallorca, for example. We were also the only people on the entire island who did a mid-day hike. It’s disagreable to do anything but sit motionless in the shade between 8 a.m. and 10 p.m. Mallorca does mass tourism. Gigantic beach-side hotels, tri-lingual menus, all-you-can-eat buffets. Lots of Germans and Brits around sporting nasty sunburns. The town we’re staying in, Santa Ponsa, had a celebration where candles were placed in the sea. We’re not sure why. It was pretty, but difficult to photograph. We also took a tourist train to some “typical” stone villages. Here are some photos: