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On the train to Disneyland Paris there was a lady crying on the train.  Like hard crying.  I did that a lot in New York where there isn’t really any place to go when you need to cry.  Now I

I went back to parc Guell (I was reminded by the tour guide that double l’s are pronounced like a y) for my guided tour of the part of the park where it used to be free to visit but

When planning my time in Barcelona, I found something, booked it, and then found something else to do and booked that.  Now I wish I had made a list and looked at the big picture because it’s getting hard fitting

As my mom travels the world, strange unique places start to pop up on my bucket list that I never would have thought would be up my alley– like cruising through the Panama Canal (check, and everything I wanted it

I flew into Barcelona’s airport with instructions on my phone to get to the Air B&B that I had booked. I followed the signs toward what I thought was all public transportation, but turned out to be the metro.  I

It was my last day in Paris and I had almost forgotten French Onion soup!  All winter I was drawn to it, but passed looking forward to eating it here.  After doing some internet research I learned that the French

I sat on a bench on the square of le Republique and watched people search for and find each other.  Then strolled Ryan Frank looking pretty much as he did in high school when we were good friends.  So what

I was warned that there would be lines for the Eiffel Tour.  And my mom rubbed it in that Ron Voyage had gotten them tickets timed perfectly at sunset so they could see all of Paris in the day, the

After being so touristy on Monday, I was craving a more locally oriented experience.  Adventurous Kate is a travel blogger I follow and she LOVES Paris.  She recommended a restaurant that had classic French food at a lower price and

The first trip my mom and Ron Voyage took together was a week in Paris.  One day still in the midst of planning, Ron grabbed the phone from my mom and asked me, “Can you believe that your mother wants