We spent a good five days in lovely Tuscany, driving through the beautiful countryside and popping by charming little villages here and there. Despite facing a couple of accommodation issues (choosing not to book beforehand for flexibility purposes), I honestly cannot imagine exploring the region properly without a car.
Agriturismo is a popular form of accommodation in Italy, especially throughout Tuscany. It’s essentially the word broken up – agricultural tourism. This generally means beautiful farmhouses out in the middle of nowhere which offer bed and breakfast and spectacular views of the countryside.
Everybody wants a turn at holding up the tower. This attempt to achieve the perfect photo is hilarious out of context.
Nobody knows happy hour like the Italians. For us, happy hour generally means paying $3.50 for a beer instead of $4. For them, it means unlimited helpings of tapas-style food with the purchase of any aperitif.
Ibiza is over-pumping with testosterone. The male to female ratio seemed so heavily swayed towards the former that the party scene subjects many females to brutal facerape and ridiculous amounts of seediness. But then again maybe I’m just too old and this is now the norm. Nonetheless, the nightlife in Ibiza is absolutely insane and
So I may have slightly under-budgeted the last three months by a tad. And by a tad I mean, well who am I kidding, I don’t mean a tad. With fantastic friends offering accommodation from place to place, I honestly believed 20€ a day (give or take a bit) was easily achievable.
Barcelona is swamped with tourists. But rightly so with all its enchanting streets and plazas, long stretches of beach, people-watching potential, dynamic nightlife and impressive Gaudí-designed architecture scattered around town (albeit a little strange).
Like the economic crisis here in Spain, my credit card is having a little crisis of its own.
That and the need to support our frozen yogurt addiction has us attempting to be thrifty where possible. Fortunately, Madrid has made that quite easy.
A bunch of photos from Santander to Santiago de Compostela in chronological order.
One of the best things about doing this pilgrimage is the ability to see a great deal on a tiny budget.
Starting out in Santander, we are following the route along the North coast (Camino del Norte) one of numerous Camino de Santiago routes. In my very simple head I had the romanticised idea that this meant walking along beaches and long stretches of sand.