Here is the thing about flying Ryan air, yes, it is inexpensive, but because of that many times you don't land directly at your intended destination. In this example, we wanted to go to Barcelona but had to fly into the Girona airport, 1 hour n
orth of Barcelona. So what you gain in cost, you lose in proximity and time. But who is complaining when the tickets to Barcelona cost us 50 Euro (70 USD) for the whole family to fly roundtrip. Ryan air does usually provide a corresponding bus service into the destination town, Barcelona was no exception. We purchased tickets for the bus and loaded on. It was an hour drive from the Girona airport to the bus station in Barcelona. After trying to sleep for an hour on the bus we arrived at the bus station and gathered as much intelligence as we could before we set out on our adventure. Our first task was to get to the Metro and buy tickets for us and our friends (Rock and Kailey Jaster, who were with us). After 20 minutes of trying to figure out which ticket option would be the best and least expensive we were on our way. I had reserved an apartment-type lodging for us and told them that I would meet them at a certain time to get the keys. As a side note, it makes it a little more difficult to find lodging for five people, where most places only accommodate four. We made it to our destination and realized that the door to the apartment complex was locked. I called the number on the outside of the building and arranged to get the keys. We unloaded our things at the apartment and headed out for the day...first stop Park Güell. We walked for quite some time toward the park, along the way we passed this little store selling vegetables with humongous red bell peppers displayed next to the street. Rock was compelled to buy one and we all laughed at his purchase. We continued our walk to the park, which was at the top of a very steep hill...so steep in fact that we had to take three escalators to get there. The pay off, however, was a beautiful view of the city. Hunger had set in and we decided it was time to eat our lunch. We had bought so
me baguettes, cheese, water and chips...while Rock had his red bell pepper. But Rock had the last laugh as the bell pepper tasted excellent and we were all a bit jealous of him. The park was very large, with many different areas to explore. The uppermost part had a lookout of the city with a large cross at the top. There was a courtyard area with performers, black-market souvenirs and bustling tourist activity. We watched a guy make bubbles with a long piece of rope and soapy water, another lady performed a Flamenco dance, one guy wore stilts and was dressed up as a matador. Then, not to be outdone, were the people selling souvenirs, illegally. They had all their souvenirs lined up on sheets for everybody to see, one after the other. The best part was when word came that the police were coming, you suddenly saw 30 vendors take the edges of their sheet and sling it over their shoulders and off they ran...it was amazing to have this rush of wind as all of these people ran off into the hillside. We continued walking through the park admiring the uniqueness of it. It was a park designed by Gaudi, an artist known for his modernistic approach. The word
gaudy came from Gaudi the artist, so think of something over the top and you have pictured Gaudi's works. We left the park and went to Las Ramblas area, a very famous street. We noticed a
Hard Rock Cafe near Las Ramblas, and we being hungry, seemed like a match made in heaven. After eating our meal we roamed down Las Ramblas. Las Ramblas is like a circus, alive with action, never quite knowing what you are going to see next. We passed newspaper stands, ice cream/crepe stands, pet kiosks, souvenir shops and street performers like the man in a toilet, elvis, a princess, a tribute to the band KISS, a man in a suped up vehicle and a golden devil-man floating in the air being balanced by a cane...yep, just your ordinary stroll down the boulevard. We decided to head back to our apartment, it had been a long day that started at 3am, we were tired. The next day I had the whole day planned out, our first stop was the church, La Sagrada Familia. A huge church that was started by Gaudi around 1884 and continues to be worked on until this day...as a matter of fact they do
n't expect to finish it for another 30 years. We ate a McDonalds for breakfast, which sat across the street from this large church. A couple of notes about American fast food places here in europe, the food tastes of better quality and they have some very interesting menu choices. I once had a shrimp burger at McDonalds, verdict? Not too bad. After having breakfast we walked around the outside of the church and spent a good hour taking pictures, examining all of the intricate designs and interesting stonework on this church. From a distance the church looks like it is melting, I can't explain it, it just does. Have you ever seen a picture of something close up and can't figure out what it is until you back away and take a broader perspective? Well this church is just the opposite, it doesn't look very pretty from afar, but as you get closer you suddenly notice all of the hand-carved detail and rich design that truly make this a wonderful church. We didn't go inside in the interest of time, but someday when we return we'll grace her entrance. We walked down several streets on our way to another of Guadi's creations, La Pedrera. A housing unit with a curved facade and unique items built into it's construction. From there we kept walking toward Las Ramblas again, passing several unique building, graffitied rolladens (european window and shop covers), stenciled sidewalks and sta
tues. We made it back to Las Ramblas again and finished walking the length of the street, which led to a large statue of Christopher Columbus near the waterfront. We walked to the beach and enjoyed our first touch of sand in almost a year. The beach was beautiful, the sun was setting and people were playing...to bad it was too cool to really enjoy ourselves. As it was dinner time we decided to find someplace to eat. I wanted to eat paella, a traditional spanish dish. We found two places next door to each other, one was busy and a little more expensive, the other was empty and a bit cheaper. So Rock said, "let's eat at the empty one, we don't have much to lose"...wrong Rock. Only one table at the restaurant had people at it, so we figured we should have excellent service and food quickly. The waitress greeted us with nothing near a smile and it felt like I had just ran over her cat with the way her demeanor was. We said we weren't ready to order yet and you could just see the steam starting to come out of her ears. We ordered...we got a pizza and a large dish of seafood paella. Rock and Kailey ordered a ham and pineapple pizza. We waited...and waited...and waited. 30 minutes later we had our pizzas and 60 min later we had our paella. The funny part of this was Rock's pizza was not ham and pineapple like he wanted, it was bluecheese...the stinkiest, most potent bluecheese you have ever smelled. And they don't like bluecheese. He even went over to our ornery waitress and said this isn't ham and pineapple and she promised up and down that it was. Lesson here? Ham and pineapple in spanish translates as bluecheese. Kailey and Rock wanted to go to a Dominoes across from La Sagrada Familia, since they were still hungry. While they were eating, Sharma and I decided to walk around the perimeter of the church, it being night and the stained glass being lit up, it was spectacular. The next
day I decided to use the pedometer on my phone to see how far we walked. We started off the day going to a park near the Olympic village. The park had a few statues in it and very large fountain, that I am sure in the warmer weather is very nice. However, on this cool morning no water was running. From here we walked to the Arc de Triomf, a very similar, but lesser known version of the one in Paris. Next we walked to the main cathedral in Barcelona. We got there just in time to walk through and then they ushered everybody out. Rock had seen some ties the day before that he wanted on Las Ramblas, so we headed back to get the ties. With Rock's new purchases, he was happy and it was now time to move on to a new area of the city. We walked to Park de Montjuic, a destination at the top of a very large hill. After walking, for what seemed like an eternity we reached the top of the hill. It opened up to a wonderful panorama of the city. Then we realized we weren't at our destination yet...final destination was the Olympic stadium. So on we trudged, with no complaints other than we all needed a restroom. In Europe, we have learned, sometimes at great expense, bathrooms are hard to find when you need them. Near the Olympic stadium, we found a park with a WC (watercloset) in it, and we all found relief. The Olympic stadium was very cool, just the way I remembered seeing it on tv back in 1992. After spending a few minutes at the stadium taking pictures and realizing they weren't going to let me run on the track, we walked over to Natio
nal Art Museum. It overlooked the city and had a glorious view. We descended many steps to get back down to the street level, we were quite tired by this point. One last item on our agenda, I wanted to take McKay to the stadium where FC Barcelona (famous soccer team) played. We rode the metro for quite a distance, which was nice because it gave us a chance to rest. We walked to the stadium never realizing how big it actually was. We walked around 3/4 of it until we finally found the entrance to the souvenir shop. The tickets to take a tour of the stadium were quite expensive, just for us to take a few pictures, so I decided to spend some money on getting McKay a souvenir instead. It was getting dark out and decided it was time to wrap up our time touring Barcelona, especially since we had an early flight back to Germany. Pedometer grand total for day three 7.5 miles. Our second day, we actually walked more and our first day we walked a little less. So I would guess that, in all, we walked around 20 miles total for three days...not too bad and not one complaint from any of our children that they were tired, needed to stop or their feet hurt. Another successful journey.
Info
Transportation to city: Ryan Air- 10 Euro/person, roundtrip; Shuttle from Girona to Barcelona- 'Barcelona Bus', 20 Euro/person, roundtrip
Transportation in city: Metro- 3day pass, 13.20 Euro/person
Lodging: Apartamentos Park Guell
Sites: Park Guell, Las Ramblas, Barcelonetta (beach), La Sagrada Familia, La Pedrera (Casa Mila), Olympic stadium, FC Barcelona stadium
orth of Barcelona. So what you gain in cost, you lose in proximity and time. But who is complaining when the tickets to Barcelona cost us 50 Euro (70 USD) for the whole family to fly roundtrip. Ryan air does usually provide a corresponding bus service into the destination town, Barcelona was no exception. We purchased tickets for the bus and loaded on. It was an hour drive from the Girona airport to the bus station in Barcelona. After trying to sleep for an hour on the bus we arrived at the bus station and gathered as much intelligence as we could before we set out on our adventure. Our first task was to get to the Metro and buy tickets for us and our friends (Rock and Kailey Jaster, who were with us). After 20 minutes of trying to figure out which ticket option would be the best and least expensive we were on our way. I had reserved an apartment-type lodging for us and told them that I would meet them at a certain time to get the keys. As a side note, it makes it a little more difficult to find lodging for five people, where most places only accommodate four. We made it to our destination and realized that the door to the apartment complex was locked. I called the number on the outside of the building and arranged to get the keys. We unloaded our things at the apartment and headed out for the day...first stop Park Güell. We walked for quite some time toward the park, along the way we passed this little store selling vegetables with humongous red bell peppers displayed next to the street. Rock was compelled to buy one and we all laughed at his purchase. We continued our walk to the park, which was at the top of a very steep hill...so steep in fact that we had to take three escalators to get there. The pay off, however, was a beautiful view of the city. Hunger had set in and we decided it was time to eat our lunch. We had bought so
me baguettes, cheese, water and chips...while Rock had his red bell pepper. But Rock had the last laugh as the bell pepper tasted excellent and we were all a bit jealous of him. The park was very large, with many different areas to explore. The uppermost part had a lookout of the city with a large cross at the top. There was a courtyard area with performers, black-market souvenirs and bustling tourist activity. We watched a guy make bubbles with a long piece of rope and soapy water, another lady performed a Flamenco dance, one guy wore stilts and was dressed up as a matador. Then, not to be outdone, were the people selling souvenirs, illegally. They had all their souvenirs lined up on sheets for everybody to see, one after the other. The best part was when word came that the police were coming, you suddenly saw 30 vendors take the edges of their sheet and sling it over their shoulders and off they ran...it was amazing to have this rush of wind as all of these people ran off into the hillside. We continued walking through the park admiring the uniqueness of it. It was a park designed by Gaudi, an artist known for his modernistic approach. The word gaudy came from Gaudi the artist, so think of something over the top and you have pictured Gaudi's works. We left the park and went to Las Ramblas area, a very famous street. We noticed a Hard Rock Cafe near Las Ramblas, and we being hungry, seemed like a match made in heaven. After eating our meal we roamed down Las Ramblas. Las Ramblas is like a circus, alive with action, never quite knowing what you are going to see next. We passed newspaper stands, ice cream/crepe stands, pet kiosks, souvenir shops and street performers like the man in a toilet, elvis, a princess, a tribute to the band KISS, a man in a suped up vehicle and a golden devil-man floating in the air being balanced by a cane...yep, just your ordinary stroll down the boulevard. We decided to head back to our apartment, it had been a long day that started at 3am, we were tired. The next day I had the whole day planned out, our first stop was the church, La Sagrada Familia. A huge church that was started by Gaudi around 1884 and continues to be worked on until this day...as a matter of fact they do
n't expect to finish it for another 30 years. We ate a McDonalds for breakfast, which sat across the street from this large church. A couple of notes about American fast food places here in europe, the food tastes of better quality and they have some very interesting menu choices. I once had a shrimp burger at McDonalds, verdict? Not too bad. After having breakfast we walked around the outside of the church and spent a good hour taking pictures, examining all of the intricate designs and interesting stonework on this church. From a distance the church looks like it is melting, I can't explain it, it just does. Have you ever seen a picture of something close up and can't figure out what it is until you back away and take a broader perspective? Well this church is just the opposite, it doesn't look very pretty from afar, but as you get closer you suddenly notice all of the hand-carved detail and rich design that truly make this a wonderful church. We didn't go inside in the interest of time, but someday when we return we'll grace her entrance. We walked down several streets on our way to another of Guadi's creations, La Pedrera. A housing unit with a curved facade and unique items built into it's construction. From there we kept walking toward Las Ramblas again, passing several unique building, graffitied rolladens (european window and shop covers), stenciled sidewalks and sta
tues. We made it back to Las Ramblas again and finished walking the length of the street, which led to a large statue of Christopher Columbus near the waterfront. We walked to the beach and enjoyed our first touch of sand in almost a year. The beach was beautiful, the sun was setting and people were playing...to bad it was too cool to really enjoy ourselves. As it was dinner time we decided to find someplace to eat. I wanted to eat paella, a traditional spanish dish. We found two places next door to each other, one was busy and a little more expensive, the other was empty and a bit cheaper. So Rock said, "let's eat at the empty one, we don't have much to lose"...wrong Rock. Only one table at the restaurant had people at it, so we figured we should have excellent service and food quickly. The waitress greeted us with nothing near a smile and it felt like I had just ran over her cat with the way her demeanor was. We said we weren't ready to order yet and you could just see the steam starting to come out of her ears. We ordered...we got a pizza and a large dish of seafood paella. Rock and Kailey ordered a ham and pineapple pizza. We waited...and waited...and waited. 30 minutes later we had our pizzas and 60 min later we had our paella. The funny part of this was Rock's pizza was not ham and pineapple like he wanted, it was bluecheese...the stinkiest, most potent bluecheese you have ever smelled. And they don't like bluecheese. He even went over to our ornery waitress and said this isn't ham and pineapple and she promised up and down that it was. Lesson here? Ham and pineapple in spanish translates as bluecheese. Kailey and Rock wanted to go to a Dominoes across from La Sagrada Familia, since they were still hungry. While they were eating, Sharma and I decided to walk around the perimeter of the church, it being night and the stained glass being lit up, it was spectacular. The next 
day I decided to use the pedometer on my phone to see how far we walked. We started off the day going to a park near the Olympic village. The park had a few statues in it and very large fountain, that I am sure in the warmer weather is very nice. However, on this cool morning no water was running. From here we walked to the Arc de Triomf, a very similar, but lesser known version of the one in Paris. Next we walked to the main cathedral in Barcelona. We got there just in time to walk through and then they ushered everybody out. Rock had seen some ties the day before that he wanted on Las Ramblas, so we headed back to get the ties. With Rock's new purchases, he was happy and it was now time to move on to a new area of the city. We walked to Park de Montjuic, a destination at the top of a very large hill. After walking, for what seemed like an eternity we reached the top of the hill. It opened up to a wonderful panorama of the city. Then we realized we weren't at our destination yet...final destination was the Olympic stadium. So on we trudged, with no complaints other than we all needed a restroom. In Europe, we have learned, sometimes at great expense, bathrooms are hard to find when you need them. Near the Olympic stadium, we found a park with a WC (watercloset) in it, and we all found relief. The Olympic stadium was very cool, just the way I remembered seeing it on tv back in 1992. After spending a few minutes at the stadium taking pictures and realizing they weren't going to let me run on the track, we walked over to Natio
nal Art Museum. It overlooked the city and had a glorious view. We descended many steps to get back down to the street level, we were quite tired by this point. One last item on our agenda, I wanted to take McKay to the stadium where FC Barcelona (famous soccer team) played. We rode the metro for quite a distance, which was nice because it gave us a chance to rest. We walked to the stadium never realizing how big it actually was. We walked around 3/4 of it until we finally found the entrance to the souvenir shop. The tickets to take a tour of the stadium were quite expensive, just for us to take a few pictures, so I decided to spend some money on getting McKay a souvenir instead. It was getting dark out and decided it was time to wrap up our time touring Barcelona, especially since we had an early flight back to Germany. Pedometer grand total for day three 7.5 miles. Our second day, we actually walked more and our first day we walked a little less. So I would guess that, in all, we walked around 20 miles total for three days...not too bad and not one complaint from any of our children that they were tired, needed to stop or their feet hurt. Another successful journey.
Info
Transportation to city: Ryan Air- 10 Euro/person, roundtrip; Shuttle from Girona to Barcelona- 'Barcelona Bus', 20 Euro/person, roundtrip
Transportation in city: Metro- 3day pass, 13.20 Euro/person
Lodging: Apartamentos Park Guell
Sites: Park Guell, Las Ramblas, Barcelonetta (beach), La Sagrada Familia, La Pedrera (Casa Mila), Olympic stadium, FC Barcelona stadium
a looking for a parking lot. The Europeans make parking as convenient as possible by having electronic signs posted around the city with directions to different parking garages and showing how many 'free spaces' are available. Now this is agreat idea in concept, as long as you can find the parking garage. In Verona, however, we were trying to find a 'stealth' garage, the same technology employed by the military to hide their jets...at least that is how it felt. At one point I was going the wrong way down a one way street and sitting at an intersection going the wrong way. After getting honked, waved and yelled at we finally got turned around (and us in our van, they had to know we were Americans...I'll just say it now 'Dumb Americans'). We f
ound the garage and parked our big van into an itsy-bitsy, tiny little spot. We walked to the coliseum, which is the second largest outside of Rome. As we approached there were guys dressed up in gladiator costumes wielding swords. If you know me, I never pass up an opportunity for photo, so I got my picture taken. Then the kids got their picture taken and then Sharma got her picture taken...then he wanted money. If he didn't have a sword I would have run but I ponied up a couple of Euro and off we went. We bought tickets to the coliseum, which were kind of expensive, but I am trying to take this eternal perspective about my travels here. Yeah sure, sometimes the things we see are expensive but at the end of the day do I want to look back with regrets about not seeing something because it was a few too many Euro? In most cases I end up buying the
ticket. We strolled around the coliseum on this rather cold day, walked up and down and around and around the steps. After circumnavigating the coliseum and looking over Verona we decided to depart for Juliet's house. We didn't really know where we were going, but that had never stopped us before. We meandered off in a direction that looked the most crowded. After walking several blocks without any indication that we were going in the right direction I decided to stop in a hotel and ask the concierge for directions. Now, if you have ever traveled with us and ended up getting lost (which is very likely) you would soon realize that Sharma won't ask for directions to save her life, not that she doesn't find merit in it, she just won't do it. So I have assumed the lofty title of "the asker of directions" for the Shumate household, not something that I have aspired to, I guarantee you. He was very kind and gave us directions and amazingly enough we were actually pretty close to her house. We arrived at this narrow street with cement homes and businesses all along its length. The entrance to Juliet's home was bordered by a little archway with a gate and tiny informational plaque. As you entered the first thing you noticed was the writing, scribbling and graffiti...not from people trying to deface the property, but from people writing to Juliet or professing their love to another. There was no exposed brick, that I could see. Once through the entrance you came to the courtyard, a very humble space with a small store selling souvenirs. There was a statue of Juliet at one end and high up on the wall of the building, a balcony. The tradition says that you are supposed to touch the statue's breast for good luck... the next th
ing I know Sharma is up there "touching" Juliet...so I got a picture to prove it. Man, I hope we get some good luck off of that. We bought a few souvenirs and took several pictures and then decided it was time to move on. On our way back to the car we hit a small Christmas market and took some more pictures. We climbed back in the car and proceeded on. We had a non-eventful drive, passing through Innsbruck, Austria on our way to Munich. We decided to stop in Munich and hit their Christmas market as well. Again, we really did not know where we were going to find this market, and Munich is no small town. We did happen upon the market, however, as luck would have it. Again, we had some difficulty finding the parking garage, but the real trouble came once I found the garage. This must have won the award for the smallest, narrowest and most claustrophobic garage yet. The worst came when I was trying to maneuver our van around a tight corner with cars parked on both sides. I didn't hit any cars, but I did scrape a pole, which left a nice dent in the side of our van. Normally I would be upset over this, but our van is pretty old and it's not a looker any m
ore so I figure a dent here or there just adds character...I mean who else can say "Oh that dent? I got that while driving in Munich, Germany." How cool is that? We found our way to the Christmas market and the festivities were in full swing. There was a lot of alcohol there and, as a non-drinker, I can give an unbiased assessment that the Europeans don't drink to excess. There were crowds of people and many booths selling their wares. There was a lot of food for sale and musicians playing music. The atmosphere was very festive and you couldn't help but feel excited for Christmas. We ended up buying an authentic German nutcracker...now if we only had some nuts. Since it was a very cold night and we were getting tired, we decided it was time to get on the road. All in all, it was a very nice day...but we were happy to crawl into our own beds that evening.
Info:
Transportation to city: Drove car, parked in city parking structure
Sites: Juliet's house-free for courtyard; Colosseum- 4 Euro/person
dy to go back to the ship, but we got out our umbrellas and kept walking. The old town is a walled city and you can purchase tickets to walk the old wall. Because of the weather we opted against it, but I am sure the views would be spectacular. The old town itself was not very large, basically a main street with several shops, a couple of churches and a few statues. We walked along looking at the shops, statues and churches, all the while fighting with our umbrellas against the stiff wind. We ducked into several shops and churches, not only to see what was inside but to dry off and warm up. As we were leaving the old town we passed a walkway that lead to a little inlet, where the sea was raging. We took some great pictures and then decided since we were there we should go down to the beach below and find some sand and shells to add to our collection. We sent McKay down first to do this task, then Sharma wanted to go and then Maddi and Hailey followed suit. I was the only one to stay up top taking pictures. All I can say about the water in that inlet was "the sea was angry that day my friends, like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli" (Seinfeld quote). So in all honesty a
fter looking back on this port, I am not sure what I was missing to make people think this port was so great. I guess we will just have to come back, when it is sunny, and re-evaluate Dubrovnik. Until next time...
Info
Transportation to city: cruise ship (MSC Magnifica)
Transportation from port to old town: Taxi 10 Euro/person, one way
Sites: Walk on the walled portion of the city 70 HRK (Kune, need local currency)
morning and, as always, we gathered the troops and headed to the breakfast buffet. After getting our food we were able to find a seat next to a window that overlooked the water and off in the distance the Hagia Sophia loomed, painted against a dusky morning sky. We disembarked the ship with much anticipation. Through my reading I knew that I needed to change some of my money into Turkish Liras. There was a bank across the street from the port, just down from where we needed to catch the tram, very convenient. After getting my money we headed toward the tram area, a 100 meters away. Since I wasn't sure how to purchase the tickets, I waited and observed. When you are in a foreign country this is one of the best tools of the trade, waiting, watching and learning. So after observing a few people purchase I felt confident enough to try. No problem, money inserted, button pushed and token given. We caught the tram and headed on our way up the hill to the Hagia Sophia. At this point of the story, I need to explain that at some point in my schooling, I am sure during a history or social studies class, the name Hagia Sophia was talked about. I remember thinking to myself this important structure
seemed such a world away and realizing that I would never probably get there. Well, here I was, about to walk through it. I was very excited. We got off the tram and there it was the Hagia Sophia, just towering above the people walking around her. This was not to be outdone by the Blue Mosque, a huge mosque with minarets shooting toward the sky. We purchased tickets to get into the Hagia Sophia and walked through these towering doors and entered her sanctuary. The inside was this marvelous empty space surrounded by pillars, chandeliers and walls covered in frescoes. We spent quite a long time taking it all in. There were so many pictures to be taken, we just couldn't get it all. The edifice was old, that you knew for sure, but she had grandeur and you knew that in her day she was the place to be. After spending quite a bit of time on the first floor we hiked the stairs to the second floor and then had a great view from above, looking down on everybody else. The wa
lls were tatooed with frescoes of Christ and his mother and other depictions of Christ and Apostles. Although, the walls were in a state of disrepair and the frescoes were crumbling you could still make out the picture. Considering this building was built in 6 AD, that is not too shabby. At this point it was time to move on, so much to see in Istanbul in just one day. We walked over to the Blue Mosque next, and like any mosque the ladies had to cover their head and we had to remove our sh
oes. The outside and inside were gorgeous. The blue tiles covered the inside and outside. Inside, we needed to be reverent because there were still people worshipping, praying on their hands and knees. We probably spent 10 minutes in there and then were ushered out because the Mosque needed to close. We all needed to use the restroom so we found a watercloset (restroom) next to the Blue Mosque. Well McKay and I had no trouble going, but for the ladies it was a different story all together. Instead of toilets the girls just had a hole, nothing to sit on. So the next thing I know as McKay and I waited, they show up with toilet paper in hand and no bladder relief. They couldn't do it. So I basically paid 2 Euro for 3 pieces of toilet paper...I guess that will go in their scrapbooks. Next on the agenda was the Grand Bazaar. Again, one of those things you hear about growing up, but never really believe that you will ever make it. We wandered from the Hagia Sophia area, through little winding streets following the street signs directing us. When we reached the bazaar, it wasn't what we expected. The building was partially hidden by kiosks and vendors selling their wares. A little alley led to the entrance. What I didn't realize was that it wasn't a bunch of tents bound together, it was actually a building...never knew tha
t. The place was busy, but no so busy that you couldn't move or negotiate. We really didn't have any specific souvenirs that we needed, just whatever caught our eye. I decided I wanted an Aladdin's lamp. So I found one I liked and negotiated with the shop keeper. He reluctantly agreed but said he will sell it to me for 10 Euro but I had to go a few stores up and visit his cousin. His cousin's store had rugs, rugs, more rugs...oh and some rugs. We talked for several minutes and then as is customary he offered us some tea. We explained that we couldn't have the tea and the reason why. He said he knew all about our religion, in fact he had many friends in both Utah and Idaho and was very familiar with the LDS faith. He even pulled out his address book to show me the people he knew in Utah, almost like he was wondering if I knew them as well. He went on to explain that this tea was okay because it was an herbal cherry or apple tea which was safe for us to drink. And just for the record, it was the best cherry tea. Needless to say by this time he had made a sale. Sharma bought a table runner which was very nice. We continued to walk through the Bazaar and bought trinkets along the way. One guy saw Maddi and gave her a bracelet for free, just because. Sharma bought a handful of old buttons and I got a fez. The day before, when we were with Ali in Ephesus, he had prayer beads that we found very interesting. Prayer beads are divided into three sections with 7 beads in each section. So we were all able to find prayer beads to buy as souvenirs, which I thought really expressed our reverence for this country and it's religion. That is the thing about souvenirs, you buy (or find) the ones that have a special meaning to you, there should always be a connection. Our next, and last, stop was the spice market. It was back toward the ship so we started heading that way. We wound our way through the streets, passing a myriad of people. I must say at this point, the Turkish people were very friendly, never did I feel like I, or my family, were in harms way in this country. I think we were both a little concerned about Turkey due to our preconceived notions (based on nothing substantial), but those concerns were soon laid to rest. The spice market was a tornado of colors. Every stand had the rainbow on display, first time in my life I could smell the rainbow (no offense Skittles). The aroma of all the spices blended together so much, you couldn't tell which specific spice was tickling your nose. On our way out we decided we should buy something, so we entered a shop and talked with the shopkeeper and then we purchased some of his colorful bounty. We then finished up the day heading back to the ship. It was a long walk but what better way to see Istanbul. We had to cross a large bridge to get back to the ship. The bridge looked like it had sprouted a thousand antennae from all of the fishermen hanging their poles off of the bridge in hopes of landing 'the big one'. Once back on the ship, I just couldn't sit still knowing that we were still in Istanbul. I tried to lie in our cabin next to Sharma, who was asleep at this point, but I couldn't. I just needed to take more of Istanbul in. The ship was getting close to it's departure time and dusk was settling in, so I decided to go to the front of the ship on the highest deck possible and just watch and listen. I found myself gazing across the horizon at all of the buildings, especially the mosques with the minarets giving away their positions. And then the call to prayer happened...I just had this overwhelming feeling of respect for the Muslim religion. Realizing that they pray 5 times a day and the dedication they have to what they believe...do I have that same dedication? As the sun set, I overheard the couple talking next to me, they mentioned something about the LDS faith. I mustered my courage to ask them if they were LDS as well, they were and we talked for 30 minutes outside on the deck as Istanbul faded off in the horizon. What a great time we had here.
Transportation to city: cruise ship (MSC Magnifica)
Transportation in city: Tram-To Hagia Sophia 1.80 TL/person, token received; Walked from Hagia Sophia to Grand Bazaar to Spice Market and back to ship
Sites: Hagia Sophia 20 TL/person; Blue Mosque-free, head covering for women; Grand Bazaar, Spice Market
ldn't find any body that spoke English and that he would drive us. This was actually good for us because apparently he is one of the best english tour guides at the port but he doesn't do much guiding anymore.We got into his car and drove out of Izmir and into the Turkish countryside. His name was Ali and he was very nice and explained much about his country. He obviously was very proud of his country and wanted to show it off. We drove in the car for an hour and I was wide-eyed the whole way, just taking in as much as I 
could. Originally I had just wanted to make it to Ephesus, but then decided it would be nice to also go to the reputed house of Mary (the mother of Jesus). Supposedly she was taken to Ephesus by the Apostle John. On the way, Ali said we should pay the entrance fees with our credit card...I suddenly realized I didn't bring my credit card, it was sitting back on the safe on the ship. Thankfully, Ali offered to pay our entrance fees into Ephesus up front and we would pay him back. I figured out that by the time I paid him for the tours and for the entrance fees I wouldn't have much cash left 
to purchase souvenirs (the rest of the money was left in our cabin on the ship as well). Well it was the best I could do and so I took him up on his offer. We first went to Mary's house because it was furthest away and it was small, so if we got trapped behind tourist buses we would be there for a long time. It was definitely a tourist destination now, complete with kiosks selling souvenirs and a cafe. We walked up to this humble house and got in line. The house consisted of two rooms of modest dimensions. No personality, no decorations, no flair but I could imagine her living there. Now, whether she actually lived there or not, I don't know, but she could have, and that was good enough for me. The most interesting site was the wall of letters that people leave for Mary. People leave letters for Mary to answer or leave their troubles for her to work out. It was literally a wall of paper, many of which have been seasoned by the elements. I wondered how often this wall gets pared back. Next to the wall were a few fountains with water, supposedly with special healing power. Since I felt good, I opted against imbibing. We loaded up the car and the next stop was Ephesus. Tickets were purchased and we bought a nice book that showed the way it used to look and compared to how it looked today. Hailey commandeered the book and explained to us about each place, she did a nice job as a tour guide. We walked through the ruins with an eye of amazement. Feeling the surreal nature of this place and trying to come to grips with the history that had taken place here. We walked the main street past all of the old facades, down to the library. This edifice looks like it will topple over at any minute, a tall thin structure tacked up against another building. We then w
alked down to the open air stadium. A large half-circle structure with a platform at the front. At the exit of Ephesus there were a lot souvenir shops. We bought a few items to remind us of our time there and then hopped back into the taxi. During the car ride I asked several questions to Ali about his faith, as he was Muslim. He offered to take us to a Mosque before we went back to the ship. We excitedly agreed, what better way to get a feel for somebody's religion than have them take you on a personal guided tour. We got off at an exit that wound us through Izmir city. It was very crowded with traffic and I started to become a little nervous because we only had a little over an hour before we needed to be back on the ship. The city of Izmir has dozens of Mosques (maybe hundreds), easily identifiable by the minarets that shoot into the sky. We pulled up to a light blue m
osque on the top of a hill that overlooked the harbor, off in the distance we could see our ship docked in the harbor. Ali spent several minutes talking about his faith, the importance of the mosque. He explained the importance of taking off your shoes before entering, covering the heads of the girls with scarves. He took time to tie each scarf on each of my girls...and they looked great. We really felt a great deal of reverence and respect for this religion. Although I am not a believer in the Muslim faith, I couldn't help but feel a great deal of respect for Ali and his religion. We walked
into the Mosque and it was covered wall to wall in tiles, all beautiful colors. We took pictures and marveled at the beauty. He allowed us to take several pictures, which we appreciated. Our time came to a quick end at the mosque and it was time to ride back to the ship, trying to take in all that Izmir had to offer. Reluctantly, it was time to leave this wonderful day behind.
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Transportation to city: cruise ship (MSC Magnifica)
Transportation to Ephesus: taxi 20 Euro/person, roundtrip.
Sites: Ephesus 20 Turkish Lira/person; Mary's house - 12.50 Turkish Lira/person
ings to do but it did have a nice old walled city. We walked from the port to the walled area, which followed the coast and we had some beautiful picture opportunities. Many of the old Italian men sat next to each other and conversed, probably talking about the 'good ole days' before all of these tourists showed up. There were many people fishing, probably for their evening meal. When we got into the walled area we found ourselves in a maze of narrow streets with a couple of really nice churches. The church interiors are always interesting to see, although they really don't vary much. After walking through the churches we decid
ed to walk to a fort. As we made our way we started to hear this violin music playing. As we walked it got louder and louder until we rounded a corner and came face to face with this gentleman, dressed rather smartly, playing a violin. We stopped, listened, took a photo and paid him for his talent. He was happy, we were happy...win, win. We made it to the fort and decided to pay the two euro to take a self guided tour. Again it was nice, but not really much to it. We will see just about anything that comes our way, you never know when a fantastic photo opportunity will arise. In all honesty there wasn't anything that really set this port aside from other ports, but it was a very nice and peaceful city. Our next stop was Katakolon, Greece, more specifically Olympia, Greece. We got off of the ship and headed straight to the local rental car company. We were able to rent a car for 35 Euro, with the agreement that we would put 5 Euro in 
gas tank. Avis, eat your heart out. We were lucky enough to follow one of the workers at the rental car agency as he was taking another couple to the Olympic site. We arrived early and beat many of the tour buses to the site. We parked near the Olympic museum and walked over to the the Olympic site. There were crowds of people all around from the cruise ship. Evenly spaced throughout the complex, they had workers with whistles and if anybody was standing on a part of the ruins they would blow the whistles and call out to get off. We didn't have any sort of guidebook for the Olympia but each area was labeled with what they thought it was. We tried to stay away from the crowds of people, which was a very difficult task at times. It was amazing to walk past the temple of Zeus and have these columns that have collapsed, leaving these fragmented discs lying one ag
ainst the other. It was hard to picture what they structures would have looked like during their prime, but it was fun imagining. The highlight was making our way into the stadium area walking under the arched entrance. You almost felt like you were there to compete. I expected my name and country to be called out as I passed underneath this arch. Since nobody stepped up to compete against me, my kids decided to humble me. We lined up and Sharma told us to go. Even before I had taken ten steps I knew I had lost, and you know what? That is exactly the way I wanted it. 
o fix it and we needed to make a decision. We threw caution to the wind and decided to risk it. I got off at noon, packed the van and off we drove. We actually made good time, so good infact that I got flashed (automated speed traps) for going 10kph over the speed-limit, but I digress. We drove toward Munich and then turned in a southerly direction toward the Austrian border. As I drove I kept thinking to myself "these Alps should be around here somewhere, they can't hide that easily". Off on the horizon I could make out this jagged outline just above the horizon. It kept getting bigger and a little clearer until this massive sawtoothed beast on the horizon appeared. They looked like somebody had just hacked away at them until they took this very rugged appearance. I just had this surreal feeling to think that I soon would be driving my way through the Alps, hoping all would go well. We turned off of the Autobahn and drove through these Bavarian villages and slowly, ever so slowly we started to climb. We crossed the Austrian border without hardly even knowing it. We meandered our way through the Alps on these tiny two lane highways, through tunnels two miles long. As the sun set beyond the outline of the Alps you could see the whiteness of the snow against the mountainside and it gave off the otherworldly glow. The night was clear as a bell and the moon glowed brightly, lighting up the sky. We slowly made our way up the mountains and then down the
mountains, one after the other. To show my ignorance, I had no idea that we were also going to be traversing the Dolomites as well. We soon started to climb higher and higher and the snow line kept coming closer and closer until we were surrounded by snow...and then mother nature did the unthinkable, it started to snow. The snow started to fall ever so lightly, then a little more until a nice steady snow started to fall and stick to the road. Since we had no heater we started to fog up very quickly in the car and therefore couldn't see out of the windows very well. We had to wipe the windows and roll them down at times in order for my windshield to stay clear. Then we reached the apex and started to descend and the snow turned into rain and the windows cleared. We drove what seemed like 5 hours through mountains, past large lakes, overhanging cliffs and little Italian villages. I am sure during the day this has gorgeous and breathtaking scenery, but today this winding road was just a nuisance. We finally pulled
out of the mountains, with no staus to speak of. We drove to our first night's lodging, Aviano AFB. The next morning we drove to the Venice pier, where we were to catch our ship. We caught a vaporetto (water taxi) from the Maritima port to St Marks square in Venice. It was a nice little jaunt over to the disembarkation area, passing canals leading into the center of Venice, buildings that were surrounded by water, bridges that provided the only means of getting to a destination. We pulled into St Marks square and were immediately hit with the sights and sounds of bustling tourist activities. We worked our way to piazza San Marco through the throngs of people. We noticed that they had risers that were strategically placed through the square, leading from one end to the other. Then I noticed that many people were wearing rain boots, but it wasn't raining today. After a moment it all made sense, it had rained hard and the piazza was flooded so your only option to get past the piazza into Venice was walking across the risers or wading through in rain boots and since we didn't get the memo to bring rain boots we crossed on the risers. It was slow going, much like a two
lane highway when you were behind a large truck, but we eventually made it. The streets of venice were a maze, not like a pencil and paper maze, more like a mouse and cheese maze...where would we find our cheese? We decided to immediately to get some gelato, I mean we are in Italy right? So even though it was cool outside we indulged ourselves, I got mango...I always get mango. For the record it was good. We knew we wanted to get to the Rialto bridge and take a look at the Grand Canal and luckily there were signs posted on corners of buildings directing you in the general direction of the Rialto bridge. Along the way you had to cross very tiny bridges as you went from island to island. Gondolas sat, waiting patiently to be used in every canal large to hold them. The Gondoliers all were too happy to chat up the experience of taking a Gondola ride...sorry not today, not enough time. The Rialto bridge was not just any old bridge, it had personality, hordes of people and a plethora of souvenir shops. There were enough mask shops to outfit everybody in Venice. Finding the one you like is akin to finding the proverbial needle in the haystack, just too many to choose from. Sharma settled on several that lived up to her standards and they were purchased. I found a little shop that sold handmade calligraphy pens and handmade bound leather notebooks...I thought this was very 'Jon Mitchell' of me (personal reference to a friend of ours who has very unique collections and souve
nirs from his travels). In addition to these items we bought other obligatory souvenirs and took many pictures, trying to document the uniqueness of this famous city. We realized our time was fast coming to an end and we needed to head back to the port to catch our awaiting ship. We walked back through St Mark's square and realized that all of the water that was there four hours earlier had receded and there was not one sign of standing water. We caught our water taxi and watched as St Mark's disappeared in the distance. It is hard to leave really neat places, like Venice, because you never know when or if you will get back. So, hopefully, until next time, Adieu.
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Transportation to city: Drove to Venice from Kaiserslautern; Vaporetto to Venice- 12 Euro/person, roundtrip
Parking: at cruise terminal