Just a quick warning, this post is pretty light on in the photo department. Not because I didn't take lots of photos but simply because most of my travelling was done pre-kids. Which means pre-digital photos so this leaves me imageless...
So here they are, in no particular order, some of my favourite places.
I adored Venice. I have been fortunate enough to go twice, although it was winter both times. Apparently this improves the experiences because there is no horrible rotting smell. I just loved it. The Farmer and I arrived on a foggy night and wandered out into the deserted streets to find it looking like a movie set. Admittedly a movie set for Dracula or the like. We made it to our pensione which was in a converted barracks, without getting our blood sucked. And then had one of the best meals of our life at a nearby cafe which managed to be touristless and had no menu, just a special of the day.
2. Buenos Aires
I found all of Argentina to be absolutely amazing. Buenos Aires in particular got me because it looked so European but you knew, without question, the whole time that you were definitely not in Europe! Plus the antique shopping was astounding. We went to whole shops devoted to just chandeliers, or my favourite, just stone angels and gargoyles.
I have put all of Ireland in this category because it was a fantastic experience all around. Even if it was winter and it rained. Constantly. I was 22 and travelling with a couple of girl friends. I studied in Dublin for a little while and spent the rest of the time being rolled (OK carried at times) out of pubs, full of Guinness. In between drinking and studying I did see a lot of the country too and loved the people and places.
4. New York
Some days I think God meant me to live in New York. Which is odd seeing as I wound up on an Australian wheat and sheep farm. I was only there for a weekend. The Farmer and I had left our kids with my parents in Australia (bad Mummy, I know...!) and were travelling and did a weekend stopover with his brother and wife (who live there). It was -11 degrees celsius and just two days after the emergency landing of the plane into The Hudson. I can vividly remember there being 10cm thick ice on the sides of the river and thinking how cold it must have been for the passengers who had to get in the water.
The weather did not deter us. I just rugged up in a "sleeping bag with arms" type arrangement I had borrowed from my sister-in-law and got on with it. I loved every aspect of New York.
|Snow In Central Park( -11 Degrees And Crazy Person Still Jogging)|
The Farmer and I spent our honeymoon in Ports Douglas and I loved it. As a teenager my own family flew into Cairns, hired a car, and spent a month driving down to Brisbane. Queensland is an absolutely stunning place. I have thought often over the years that if I wasn't in WA, it is where I would choose to live. So people, after the floods are cleaned up, I suggest you book a trip! And spend lots of lovely money to help them get going again (which won't take long knowing Queenslanders...)