Category: Travelouge

Barcelona – Eight Hours

There are few things in life more perfect than watching a girl you just met haggle in rapid Spanish over the price of a six-pack of beer in a orange-lit alleyway somewhere in Barcelona. The girl is ostensibly leading us to the best club in Barca, but we’re so thoroughly charmed and dazed that she could be leading us right…

Antibes – Perusing Picasso

The Picasso museum in Antibes is compact and unassuming, but you wouldn’t know that based on the line out the door. You also wouldn’t know it’s an art museum based on the occupants of the line. Ahead of us stand several couples pushing strollers, babies gurgling through their dense swaddling cloths. What do these parents expect the youngsters to glean…

Milan – Day One

You know that dream you have? No? Maybe it’s just me then. The dream where you climb from the depths of yet another long tunnel, stepping into blazing sunlight; it’s blinding, disorienting, even nauseating. A few moments later the acclimation process is complete. But to say complete is wrong, because you have no idea where you are. Things look vaguely…

Chamonix – L’Amnesia Part III

Our night in L’Amnesia ended in a black, stumbling blur, but fortunately Eric stayed sober enough to lead us home and recall the experience the next day. Here’s what happened after our brains stopped having the capacity to retain memories, according to Eric: Dirty Mike lived up to his name in the club toilet. Eric announced, “I gotta see that,”…

Chamonix – L’Amnesia Part I

As we wandered towards the Chamonix main drag, searching for sustenance and cheap alcohol, we passed a black door in a graffiti-scarred wall. Above the door was a small, unlit neon sign that you wouldn’t notice until you happened to be the Cadillac of Mikes. Fortunately, we had one of those with us. “L’Amnesia!” Michael noted triumphantly, reading the sign.…