Get an Eiffel of this………can’t believe we got to the top! Whilst son and I struggle to get up this morning, Mr Hunter-Gatherer is up, showered and dressed with Euros in hand to stock up
Mum’s Gone to Paris – Day One – Eurostar
Early evening in Paris. Our son Rory is official photographer! For this half term my blog could well have ended up as “Mum’s Gone to Newcastle to Visit her Parents” or even “Mum’s Staying at
Mum’s Gone to Barcelona – Day Five – Coming home
My boys in Parc Guell. As we check out this morning, the VIP status obviously pops up on the hotel’s computer again so we are best buddies with the reception staff. Nothing is too much
Mum’s Gone to Barcelona – Day Four – Excellente
The gatehouse in Parc Guell; good enough to eat! On the Gaudi trail again so a visit to Parc Guell is apparently a must-see. A bit of a traipse from the metro station and everyone
Mum’s Gone to Barcelona – Day Three – More Gaudi
La Pedrera – or Casa Mila – an apartment block designed by Gaudi. I’m stuffing myself at breakfast and suddenly a suave, attractive man saunters over and introduces himself to me as the General Manager,
Mum’s Gone to Barcelona – Day Two – Gaudi
Slept really well last night, probably thanks to the quadruple-size Irish Coffee I had as a nightcap in the hotel bar. Hubby had a huge malt whisky so he was comatose as soon as he
Mum’s Gone to Barcelona – Day One – Hotel Regina
Funky room, courtesy of my mate Jose. Strange poster on wall….a bra?…pair of glasses? There’s something rather odd about getting up at three in the morning to go on holiday; piling cases into the boot
Mum’s Gone to Iceland – Day Fifteen – Going Home
My favourite view of Iceland – Thingvellir – just heavenly. Pack our bags for the final time this morning to head off to the airport. After seven hotels we’ve got used to living out of