We just spent two amazing weeks camping our way through some of the Islands and Highlands of Scotland. We have much to say about this stupefyingly gorgeous place but we’re back on the road in the morning so for now, just a handful of pics to share.
On day two we ascended three times higher than the previous day on Alta Badia, and landed on what looked and felt like the moon. It was unreal, and such a total departure from the lush meadows and rolling hills of the mountains below. As I write this two weeks later, we’re still drunk off…
Previously unknown and unimagined by three of us (except for Adam who had placed the Dolomites at the top of his list of things to see in Europe), we were collectively FLOORED (like jaws on the ground) by the vast landscape of uniquely laudable mountains in every direction.
Navigating the twists and turns of Père Lachaise is like being lost in an exquisite dream, one imbued with some of the world’s most illustrious writers, artists and thinkers.
Adam and I are not wine experts, just indiscriminate fans, and we learned quite a bit from the knowledgeable sommelier who seemed surprised to see four eager faces at his door before 10am.
Last week we did something a little out of character for us and it ended up being one of our very favorite nights in Paris.
The old town of Bar – called Stari Bari – lies 5 km east from the waterfront of the modern city of Bar, site of Montenegro main shipping port.
With its cobblestone streets and loud motorbikes, Ulcinj felt like a Balkan lovechild between an Italian and Southern CA beach town.
Molly and I recently took a week to drive through Albania, Macedonia and Kosovo. Each of these countries felt like a new frontier where a mountain range, river or lake created a natural border.