Spain and its weird festivals

You’ve all heard of the Running of the Bulls in Pamplona, and maybe even la Tomatina in Bunol, but “El Vitor” in Mayorga near Valladolid is definitely more bizarre. Those are animal hides that they’re burning. Called paja, the skins turn into a tar-like substance which is impossible to remove, … Continue Reading →

Bier, bikes and beats in Berlin

Shit, I can’t think of a world capital with a more fascinating history in recent years. It’s been 20 years since the wall came tumbling down, and a strangely beautiful and unique city has sprung up in the aftermath. I came to visit a couple of friends who couchsurfed wth … Continue Reading →

Seven weeks in the Spanish desert… with no jamon!

When I first started researching the Sunseed community in the remote south east of Spain, I couldn’t find its location anywhere on the website. When I asked why, they told me it was intentional. It was feared if this information was public, they would be inundated with squatters, wanderers and … Continue Reading →

10 things we learned in Helsinki

1. Finland used to be ruled by Sweden, then Russia, before gaining independence. Fun fact – they also supported Nazi Germany during WWII….whoops! 2. The city has a huge bunny problem. With thousands of these cute creatures overrunning the city, local politicians and newspapers mention the problem as often as … Continue Reading →

Tuscany is beautiful…blah blah blah…

Since the beauty of Tuscany’s rolling hills and ancient cities has been written about ad nauseum, we’ll just mention a few of our observations during our travels through Italy this time around. Puffy pants – Fashion here is quite a bit different than back in the States, but far and … Continue Reading →

Animated gesturing and tiny cars…

Ahh…Italy. Generally on everyone’s European travel itinerary. Who wouldn’t want to eat great food, drink luscious wines and immerse oneself in la dolce vita? We spent a few days in Milano, where our buddy Vincenzo schooled us in the Italian aperitivo. Basically, it’s a happy hour where you buy one … Continue Reading →

London calling…

“This is the Piccadilly line to Cockfosters,” announced a women’s voice over the Tube loudspeaker. Being the immature idiots that we are, TD and I giggled every time. We had just landed in London and were taking the Underground from Heathrow airport to our friend Stephanie’s house. A quick tip … Continue Reading →