Considering that we spent the first day in Santorini hiking from one town to another, we spent the second staying in Fira, determined not to venture off elsewhere. A massage, cocktail, and sun tan later, we headed back into town, to explore the island’s capital in detail this time around. Continue reading
Braving the hike from Fira to Oia on a June afternoon was both the best and worst decision we made in Santorini. On one hand, every slight turn and dip in the road afforded us postcard-worthy views of the island and beyond; on the other, there was zero shade along the entire 6+ mile hike, at least half of which was barren, desolate wilderness. Thanks to the serpentine wandering throughout all the towns, we somehow ended up walking a good 12 miles (according to the Moves app anyway) — and experienced slight dehydration and heat stroke. (For the next week and a half, I also dealt with a burning and unsightly heat rash along my arms and around my neck.) Regardless, watching the sunset from the edge of Oia was so worth it, as was passing by the more isolated churches inaccessible by car. Continue reading
The metro stop is only four blocks from the Vatican, but it felt like such a laborious journey to the city walls, because of all the tour promoters heckling you for business. After seeing the endless line wrapped around the fortified enclave, we finally gave in to one extremely convincing sales rep, who had the scorching sun on his side that day. Regardless, cutting the line was worth it, squishing through the Vatican Museum, constantly in search of our flagless tour guide was not.
Among the many feelings I experienced in the Vatican were 1. shock at how small and unassuming the Sistine Chapel really is, and 2. awe at how enormous and spacious it actually is inside St. Peter’s. #awestruck (And the former requires you to have all shoulders and knees covered, with absolutely no photography allowed; the latter does not.) Continue reading
After being “stuck” on the Venetian archipelago for one too many days, it was nice to finally pull out a map again, this time in Rome.
Funny thing: when we got on the metro from the train station, Ryan commented that there was a strangely familiar San Franciscan vibe, and when we got off, we ran straight into the gay pride parade, which we had to cross twice (with our luggages) to get to our hotel. Fun first impressions are always good, eh? Then, as soon as we dropped off our luggages and set off on foot for the famed piazzas, palazzos, and fontanas, I commented that the steep streets shaded by stone buildings showed a striking resemblance to San Francisco as well. Were we just imagining this?! Perhaps it was the Chinese restaurants, Indian businesses, and general diversity that just felt so welcoming after a few weeks in Europe — truth be told, a feeling I did not expect from Rome. Regardless, as soon as we exited a narrow alley that opened up into a giant plaza or stood in awe at the foot of an ancient ruin, we knew we were in Rome. Continue reading
Venice is like a real-life, grown-up version of Disneyland: a small, contained world full of wonder and chaos at the same time. You get lost in a sea of people, marvel at the intricate and colorful buildings, go on boat rides, eat copious amounts of sweets, and wander aimlessly in circles until your body urges you to seek shelter in an overpriced restaurant.
You start to believe that the labyrinthine world was actually built as a tourist trap, until you look up, see all the laundry lines, and realize that people actually live here. In Venice. A world without cars, street lights, greenery, or even stores necessary for daily life (like Costco and Apple)… a world surrounded by water and separated from “real” civilization — and somehow once a major maritime power and wealthy renaissance city.
Disneyland : The Happiest Place on Earth :: Venice : The Least ADA-accessible Place on Earth! Continue reading
When you have beautifully pruned gardens, pedestrian paths along the Seine, and museums in what were once ornate palaces and grand train stations, it’s no wonder that you’re labeled the “most romantic city” in the world. At the same time, I’ve never been in any other city where I’ve had to try so hard to please the locals — speak their language, order proper 3-course meals, and avoid inadvertent offense. Nor have I ever been so paranoid to hear “Speak English?” (and then “Hablo Espanol?” seriously?), especially when I’m trying to take a photo in peace. Oh, Paris…
But when your opera houses and city halls look like palaces and roundabouts exhibit [former] imperial glory…you can’t help but be charming and dramatic at the same time, like the residents. Continue reading
After nearly a week of obligatory tourist visits (and averaging 8 miles of walking per day), we decided to take it easy the day before our flight and stick to one area. Without actually doing any research, we chose to hop off the metro at the Hotel de Ville stop and wander around. Much to our surprise, we stumbled upon the cutest historic district of all time! Even the Uniqlo is in a beautiful, historic building! Continue reading
Despite the occasional rain, the pollen count in Paris was off the charts while we were there. Thankfully, pharmacies in Europe are as plentiful as convenience stores in Asia — on every corner, with a flashing green cross instead of “7-11″. As painful as it was to walk through seemingly endless acres of landscaped gardens, it was totally worth it.
True story: Versailles is only about a 20-minute train ride from Paris; no big deal, right? Except when the “train broke down” and the station closed, so we had to walk to the next station, hop on the only other RER train going in the other direction, and wait nearly two hours to get back into the city. At least we got a mini-tour of the
‘burbs countryside! Continue reading
The first time I visited the Louvre was on a class trip the summer before high school started. I was jetlagged and not quite old enough to appreciate much of anything, really. The second time, I was on one of those obnoxious Chinese-English tour groups that blazed through the crowds from one key art piece to another. Needless to say, I didn’t really experience the Louvre until this trip — third time’s the charm, right?
Ryan and I walked from the L’Arc de Triomph all the way to the Louvre (reference frame: that’s 6 metro stops), so we were able to experience the Champs Elysees leading up to Place de la Concorde, through the Tuileries gardens, which finally opened up and revealed the magnificent palace. It was so breathtaking that we went back the next day. Continue reading
Ryan and I spent a few days in New York before our Euro trip, to make the trans-atlantic flight more bearable. I think it was a good idea to adjust our internal clock a few hours forward and get used to the tourist crowds in advance, too. Highlights of the Big Apple? The High Line, Brooklyn Bridge, and Lady M crepe cakes — with an emphasis on the last. Continue reading