Ollantaytambo (+ Sacred Valley)

I could immediately tell that Peru was going to pull my heartstrings because even our flight into Cusco was breathtaking. The pilot made an announcement that we were about to land, but instead of descending, our plane kept getting higher and higher, past snowy mountain peaks and through the clouds. That’s how high Cusco is. At 11,154 feet above sea level, this was the highest at which I’ve ever spent a significant amount of time.

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Flying through clouds

As soon as we found our guide Willian, who was eagerly waiting for us at the airport, we started our half-day tour through the Sacred Valley. Our first stop was Chinchero, where we drank our first of many coca teas, watched traditional weaving demonstrations, and learned the difference between llamas and alpacas. Llamas are generally larger, have longer ears, and are more independent. Meanwhile, alpacas are smaller, have more smooshed faces, and produce a softer fiber (thus, more expensive sweaters). Anthony ended up buying a llama sweater. All of the garments made here are dyed using pigments found only in nature, then tightly spun.

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Dying wool
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Weaving demonstrations
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Llamas and alpacas

Our next stop was the main plaza of Chinchero, encompassing a charming adobe church and Inca stone walls, surrounded by hillsides of fertile terraces that grow potatoes and quinoa. Chinchero is located even higher than Cusco, which is why we were huffing and puffing just climbing the few steps leading through town.

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Church overlooking the plaza
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Terraces of Chinchero

Inca masonry is legendary. Their structures feature precisely cut stones tightly fitted without mortar. The Inca split the stones along their natural fracture lines using stone, bronze, and copper tools. Walls are usually slightly inclined inside, while corners are rounded. This means that Inca buildings can withstand earthquakes.

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Inca masonry

After leaving Chinchero, we drove half an hour to Maras to view the salineras. Salt ponds were dug into this canyon thousands of years ago. Salty water from a local subterranean stream is directed into an intricate system of tiny channels constructed so that the water runs gradually down onto these terraced ponds. The ponds are shaped into polygons and carefully monitored by workers. As the water evaporates from the sun-warmed ponds, the water becomes supersaturated. The pond’s keeper then closes the water-feeder notch and allows the pond to go dry. Within a few days, the keeper harvests the salt by scraping the dry salt from the sides and bottom.

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Salineras built into a canyon
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Love the different shades of brown

Our fourth stop, Moray, is famous for its grass-covered, terraced circular depressions. The temperature differences between each terrace creates a series of micro-climates that matches the varied climates of the Inca Empire, leading many to believe that Moray was a test bed to see what crops could grow where. Even the soils come from different regions. These ruins never flood despite Peru’s infamous rainy season, so there must also be an underground irrigation system.

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Moray

Finally, Willian ended our tour in Ollantaytambo, where we were staying at an adorable hotel called Kamma Guest House. After touring four incredible Inca sites, I felt almost humbled to be staying in the same village as descendants of the Incas.

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Arrived in Ollantaytambo!

Like most tourists, we had come to Peru for Machu Picchu, but I actually preferred the couple of days we spent in Ollantaytambo, a small town of cobblestone streets and ancient Inca buildings. This town is where the Incas retreated when the Spanish started colonizing. Ollantaytambo is surrounded by spectacular green mountains dotted with old ruins. A few small canals run through the town, and a vibrant community still lives in pre-Columbian dwellings. Many of the women still wear traditional attire, and people speak the indigenous language of Quechua.

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Ollantaytambo
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Typical streets in Ollantaytambo
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Little streams bisecting the streets
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Tiger trash cans!

On our first night there, it seemed like the whole town was in the central square for a Christmas children’s performance. Peruvian children are adorable! Due to the high altitude, they were born with bigger lungs and highly oxygenated blood that causes a red flush in their cheeks.

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Children wearing traditional attire
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Christmas festival in the plaza

While roaming around Ollantaytambo, I noticed trapezoids everywhere, especially in the doors and windows. The trapezoid is an extremely stable shape — structurally much more stable than rectangles. Given that the Inca Empire ran through the Andes in a seismic zone, Inca architects learned over time that trapezoids provided extreme stability in times of earthquake.

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Trapezoidal door

One morning, we hiked to an archeological site called Pinkuylluna, which consists of grain storehouses built on the side of a mountain. The entrance was right across from our hotel, and though the hike wasn’t exceedingly high, we were still acclimating to the altitude and needed to take multiple breaks on our way up. Along the way are stunning views of Ollantaytambo. The storehouses were built up there to keep grain dryer and cooler than down in the valley below. They’re now empty, providing an interesting setting for photo shoots. 

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Our goal
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First of many rest breaks
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Stumbling upon ruins
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We’re getting closer!
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We made it!
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Beautiful view of Ollantaytambo below

Ollantaytambo was breathtaking not only because of the high altitude, but because of the remnants of the Inca Empire, as well as the seemingly untouched villages scattered across this region. I couldn’t help but feel impressed by the people we met; they come from such a rich, brilliant civilization. I fell in love with everything we met here — alpacas, Peruvian children, stonework, high-quality salt… you name it. It shouldn’t surprise anyone who knows me that Ollantaytambo was the one town in Peru that brought me to tears when it was time for us to leave.

Tips for future travelers:

The best way to acclimate to the high altitude is by starting in the lowest area, then ending your trip in the highest. We stayed in Ollantaytambo first, moved up to Aguas Calientes and Machu Picchu, and saved Cusco for last. Our first couple of days in Ollantaytambo were still a little rough, but by the time we got to our most important hike in Machu Picchu, we were fine. I took some acetazolamide pills before and during the trip, and we drank coca tea whenever we had a chance. Coca tea is available everywhere for free.

Hike Pinkuylluna in the morning to avoid the intense sun and larger crowds. It takes about an hour and a half.

Our six-hour Sacred Valley tour with Taxi Datum cost $65, which included an airport pickup and a hotel drop-off. Just be aware, our guide was more of a driver than a comprehensive tour guide.

Things to eat: potatoes (Peru has over 4,000 varieties!), alpaca (tastes like beef), cuy (guinea pig), corn, pisco sour, Cusqueña negra, chocolate, grains

All the meals we had in Ollantaytambo were good, but the most unique one was at Chuncho. “Chuncho” comes from the Quechua word meaning native. Everything on the menu is local and organic — even the cocktails (yes, all their alcohol is distilled on site!). We grated our own salt onto some toasted corn and tried cuy for the first time. I also found my favorite potato (the one with a purple skin and white flesh that makes perfect chips).

Other places to eat: Inti Killa (try the quinoa pizza) and El Cafe del Abuelo for coffee

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Better than 80% of the pizza we’ve had in Italy

A big reason that I fell in love with Ollantaytambo was our hotel, which has only five guest rooms, a view of the entire town from the rooftop, and the sweetest host who gave us restaurant recommendations and made us feel at home. Our room overlooked a small water channel, so I was able to fall asleep to the calming sound of moving water. Breakfast was served on the roof, and our host remembered my random food preferences. Our room cost $65/night.

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Pointing to our balcony at Kamma Guest House

Porto

Lisbon was pretty, but I preferred the gritty, working-class city of Porto, located in the northern part of the country. Porto fees less polished but is better preserved because it was spared by the 1755 earthquake that demolished Lisbon. Houses with red-tiled roofs spill down steep hills to the riverbank, while flat-bottomed boats meander along the lazy Douro river. The city is made of dark granite, which contrasts perfectly with the bright tiles everywhere.

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Porto skyline

It’s not hard to fall in love with Porto immediately upon arrival because its train station is absolutely magnificent. São Bento Railway Station is covered with some of Portugal’s finest azulejos that depict historical and folk scenes of the Douro region.

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Gorgeous station
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Portuguese history depicted in the azulejos

While steep, nearly everything is within walking distance, and we arrived at our guest house in just a few minutes. Tucked into a little courtyard is InPatio Guest House, which is run by an adorable couple who renovated a 19th-century building into five sleek rooms with modern furnishings like heated floors and a luggage lift. We had one of the best breakfasts here, consisting of chorizo and ham from northern Portugal, cheese from southern Portugal, an assortment of fresh bread and croissants, homemade carrot cake with walnuts, fruits, pear yogurt with pomegranates, fresh squeezed orange juice, and made-to-order cappuccino. They also left us glasses of port and little pastries in our room.

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Our cozy room, with one wall from the original building
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Breakfast
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View of the courtyard from our windows
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Port and pastries left in our room

We only had a short time in Porto so we decided to go on a four-hour port tasting tour with Porto Walkers. We met a large group at the entrance of Luis I Bridge and crossed the Douro river to the neighboring town of Vila Nova de Gaia. Port is called port not because it is produced in Porto. It’s actually produced about 60 miles upstream in the Douro Valley. Port is not even aged in Porto; it’s aged in Vila Nova de Gaia. On our tour, we learned that the only reason port is named after Porto is because it’s shipped from Porto, so that’s what shipping labels called it. We visited four different wine lodges and tasted seven types of port. I learned that my favorite is tawny port, which has a delicious oak flavor because it was aged in a smaller barrel, thus exposing it to more of the wood. Ruby port is the cheapest, while vintage port is the most expensive. Late Bottle Vintage was invented after World War II, when British wine lovers couldn’t afford true vintage port, so they would blend wines from a single year and age them together for a short time.

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Some of our port

The rest of our night was spent tipsily crossing the bridge in the rain back to Porto with our new Australian friends from our tour, trying blood soup, and ending the night with an espresso and some pastéis de nata at Manteigaria, which I had discovered back in Lisbon.

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Vila Nova de Gaia from our rooftop bar
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Walking across the bridge back to Porto

The next day was raining on and off, but we woke up early to walk around the riverfront again. The sunrises are just as beautiful in Porto as they are in Lisbon. We crossed the bridge to stare at the Porto skyline across the Douro river one last time. Barrels of port used to sail down this river from the valley. It was a dangerous and time-consuming journey, so now port is just driven in by trucks.

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Sunrise
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Douro river

From this side of the river, we could see all the different modes of public transportation available in Porto: buses, trolleys, metro, funiculars, tuk-tuks, even cable cars connecting the riverfront with a historic monastery. It reminded me of Istanbul, which is always a good thing. Our time in Porto was way too short, but I’m glad we had at least a brief introduction to another part of Portugal. Tchau, Portugal!

Sintra

A day-trip to Sintra was actually my favorite thing we did during our time in Lisbon. Located 15 miles northwest of Lisbon, Sintra is just a 44-minute train ride away. Portugal’s aristocracy considered it the perfect place to escape from city life, and while it’s filled with tourists now, it still feels like an escape — from Portugal, at least. We visited two castles here, the Castle of the Moors, which looks like the Great Wall of China, and Pena Palace, which looked like a German storybook castle.

The Castle of the Moors was built by the Moors (indigenous Muslims during the Middle Ages) in the 8th and 9th centuries, and was an important strategic point during the Reconquista. In 1147 it was taken by Christian forces after the fall of Lisbon. Situated on the top of the Sintra Mountains, this former military outpost follows meanders over the granite terrain of a mountainous cliff.

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Doesn’t it remind you of the Great Wall?
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After the Castle of the Moors, we hopped on a bus to the next castle, Pena Palace, which is what I really came to Sintra for. If it reminds you of Neuschwanstein, there’s good reason — in the 19th century, German-born Prince Ferdinand (cousin of Neuschwanstein’s King Ludwig) hired a German architect to build his fantasy castle, mixing elements of German and Portuguese style. It’s the most flamboyant castle I’ve ever seen, filled with Gothic towers, Renaissance domes, Moorish minarets, and Manueline carvings in bright yellow, dusty red, and azulejos. We bought tickets for the interior but ended up not using them because we were so intrigued by the exterior as we followed the walls surrounding the castle. We probably spent about twenty minutes taking photos of the courtyard, which was once the cloister of a monastery.

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So flamboyant!
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Those colors!
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Former cloisters

Tips on how to do Sintra:

Since we went on a weekday in November, the train station in Lisbon wasn’t too crowded, but if you’re here in the summer, especially over the weekend, avoid the lines by purchasing tickets or refilling your Viva Viagem the night before.

Check the times for the trains to Sintra. You don’t have to book in advance, but you don’t want to just miss it, and you want to get there early enough to you can claim a seat on the train.

Once you exit the train station at Sintra, make a right and hop onto the #434 bus. Someone should be there selling all-day tickets as you board the bus. You can hop on and hop off at any castle, and then it brings you back to the train station.

Purchase your castle tickets in advance so you don’t have to waste time standing in line.

We did Sintra in about half a day (left Lisbon after a leisurely breakfast, and returned to Lisbon in the late afternoon), but we easily could have stayed a couple of hours more if we were interested in the other castles or wanted to wander around Sintra town for lunch.

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Lisbon

We flew to Portugal over Thanksgiving weekend, trading turkey and pumpkin pie for bacalhau and pastéis de nata. Our short trip began in Lisbon, which really is as pretty as everyone says, filled with mosaic sidewalks and colorful buildings, yellow trolleys rattling up and down the hills, and jaw-dropping views scattered throughout the city.

Stay
We stayed at B&B Zuzabed, an adorable bed & breakfast owned by Luis Zuzarte, who also owns a handful of other properties around Lisbon. From the moment we booked our room, I knew he’d be an unbelievable host. He spent half an hour with us going over every single detail — from how to properly close our sliding balcony door, to which route to take for the most picturesque walk to Alfama. He even let us borrow a cell phone during our stay and called it while we were still with him so we’d be able to recognize the ringtone when we got a phone call. Portuguese hospitality is next level.

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Our bedroom
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View from our balcony
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View from the window

Do
Since our time was short, we woke up early each day, packed in a lot, and returned home late each night. However, if we had wanted to narrow it down to just the very best activities, here’s what we would have done:

Watch the sunrise from Miradouro das Portas do Sol. We were pleasantly surprised by how empty it was when we got there; we were worried it would be like Santorini at sunset.

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Sunrise
The rooftops of Alfama

Mosteiro dos Jerónimos is a huge, white limestone monastery that was financed with “pepper money” (a 5% tax on spices brought back from India). It’s classic Manueline architecture — intricate, lacy, and influenced by Gothic and Moorish architecture. Go toward the end of the day for smaller crowds and romantic lighting.

Courtyard of the monastery
Gothic, but lighter

Listen to a fado performance. Fado is intense, mournful, traditional Portuguese music, often focusing on heartbreak and lost sailors. It’s mainly for tourists now but is still a unique thing to do in Lisbon and a nice way to spend dinner.

Eat
Compare the pastéis de nata at Manteigaria and Pastéis de Belem. There’s a fierce rivalry between the two, and everyone seems to have an opinion on which one is better. The truth is that they’re both fantastic. Manteigaria is more conveniently located, slightly cheaper, and has a smoother pastry crust. Pastéis de Belem is the birthplace of pastel de nata and only serves them fresh out of the oven, which means the egg custard is the best. There’s usually a long line outside, but it moves quickly.

Topped with powdered sugar and cinnamon

Our favorite meal on the entire trip was at O Nobre, run by female chef (!) Justa Nobre and her husband. We had a fantastic ten-course tasting menu for under €90 — a perk of eating in the cheapest country in Western Europe.

Platter of innovative seafood and vegetable starters
Best bacalhau of our trip
Veal and creamy mushroom couscous

Transportation
Uber is incredibly cheap in Portugal. A ride all the way from the airport to the center of town was only $14. Public transportation is also really easy to use. Their subway system is similar to Boston’s (small and efficient), and their iconic yellow trolleys are filled with little old ladies. Take the #28 trolley to Alfama or the #15 to Belém. On one of the days, we bought a 24-hour Via Viagem card because we were taking multiple rides on public transportation (a train to Sintra, bus to Belém, and subway to Campo Pequeno). If you’re only going to take a few rides over time, you can just buy a refillable card and put in the appropriate amount of money.

Paris (Pt. 3)

We’ve been to Paris three times in the last three years; at this point, we feel more comfortable in Paris than we do in Los Angeles. Just like our recent trip to Rome, this trip allowed us to stay in a different neighborhood, redo our favorite activities, and check off any bucket-list items that we hadn’t been able to do previously. Here’s some advice for Paris that we learned this summer:

Take a class at La Cuisine Paris. When we were here in November, we took a wine-and-cheese pairing class and loved it so much that we decided to take a croissant and breakfast pastry class this time. Our adorable French instructor Segolene taught us how to make croissants, pistachio twists, pain au chocolat, vanilla custards, cinnamon almond snails, and more. I eat croissants on a daily basis in New York, and now I have a much bigger appreciation for them knowing how much effort each one takes. We learned to throw our dough at the counter for elasticity — “think of someone you hate; I want you to leave here stress-free,” Segolene instructed us. We delicately added butter onto our dough before folding it and again and again and again. We cut the painstakingly folded dough into long triangles, made little Eiffel Towers out of them, and rolled them into croissants before baking and brushing egg wash onto them. I am always the worst one in every baking class, but I am incredibly talented at eating the final products. In the end, we enjoyed our pastries with coffee and tea and were able to bring our remaining pastries home.

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Naked croissants
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Coating them with eggwash
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Pain au chocolat
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Filling these with our toppings of choice
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Some of our pastries

Stay in an apartment. This was our first time staying in a hotel in Paris, and though our room at the stylish Hôtel Notre-Dame Saint Michel had a spectacular view of Notre-Dame (I made sure to request this view after booking), I couldn’t help but miss our apartment from last November, with its tiny balcony overlooking a sea of grey rooftops. When in any major city, I always recommend staying in Airbnbs or apartments to feel more like a local.

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Each room was designed by Christian Lacroix
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Great view, but no balcony
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Colorful staircases
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Our room faced Notre-Dame

Have tea at Mariage Frères, a French gourmet tea company founded in Paris in 1854 by the Mariage brothers. Tea is huge in France (perhaps that’s why their coffee sucks?), and the Mariage family was sent around the world on behalf of the royal court just to bring tea back home. There are five tearooms in Paris. We went to the one in Saint-Germain-des-Prés and couldn’t have asked for a more relaxing, elegant afternoon. When we sat down, we were given an entire book about tea, which we spent a couple of hours reading. It covered everything, from the history of tea to proper brewing techniques.

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Madeleines and tea

Stroll through Promenade Plantée, an elevated park built on top of old railroad tracks that inspired New York’s High Line. Running nearly three miles from Bastille to Boulevard Périphérique, it passes some very interesting modern buildings. My favorite building is split in half by the park. Most Parisians thought the park was a waste of money when it first opened, but now cherish it, which is similar to their reaction to both the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre pyramid. When we were strolling, a sweet Parisian woman stopped her jogging session to randomly ask if we wanted our photo taken. Of course we said “oui”. She took a few from different angles, which I always appreciate, and when we passed by her again a few minutes later she laughed and offered to take a few more in front of this pool. She even directed us to stand in specific spots — and to “Bisou!”, so we immediately obliged. This may have been the best thing about Promenade Plantée. For some reason, many tourists don’t know about it, so we were surrounded by smiling locals (yes! Parisians do smile when you actually stumble across them outside of the touristy zones) who seemed to appreciate that we had done a little more research on our trip.

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My favorite building
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Very reminiscent of the High Line
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View of Paris below
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Bisous!

Visit Shakespeare & Co. once in your life. This was our first time staying on the Left Bank, so we finally remembered to check out this famous bookstore. It’s mobbed by American tourists, but you can understand why when you enter. It’s stuffed with English language books, contains cute little nooks to curl up with a novel, and has a no-photo policy.

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Picnic along Canal St. Martin. This neighborhood has transformed from Bushwick into Williamsburg, and while it’s probably become too glossy for true bobos anymore, I felt at home in Canal St. Martin, which was where we stayed in a tiny Airbnb back in 2015. Despite the change, young Parisians can still be found picnicking along the canal. Buy some cheese from a fromagerie, a baguette from the nearest boulangerie, and a bottle of wine. You’ll feel more Parisian doing this than dining at any restaurant.

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Unless you are really into Louis XIV, skip Versailles. Visit Neuschwanstein in Germany, Himeji Castle in Japan, or Pena Palace in Portugal instead. Almost everything about Versailles — the gaudy bedrooms, the crowded Hall of Mirrors, and even the overly-manicured gardens — was underwhelming. However, we did enjoy renting a boat and rowing in a lake alongside comical ducks and monstrous swans. If you do decide to visit Versailles, go early in the morning to beat some of the crowds.

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One of the first to step foot in the courtyard that morning!
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Getting that bicep workout
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Hall of Mirrors

Pick up pastries for breakfast from your neighborhood boulangerie. My favorite was award-winning Boulanger Patissier, located in Saint-Germain-des-Prés. It was just a few blocks from our hotel and put all the croissants I made in class to shame. Furthermore, everything here is dirt cheap. It’ll make you upset that the only things this cheap in the U.S. are Dunkin’ Donuts.

Paris still has one of my favorite metro systems in the world. Sure, it’s not as sleek and shiny as Tokyo’s, but I think it works surprisingly well (except for its absurdly tiny single-use tickets) and runs on time, at least in our experience. Take advantage of its numbered exits in the stations. When you look up a route online, Google Maps will tell you which exit to take. These are so helpful! I wish New York’s subway exits were also numbered so I would know which part of the train I should aim for ahead of time. One more tip for the Paris Metro: Always pay your fare. When we were heading to the airport, the ticket machine at our metro station wasn’t working, and the turnstiles were letting everyone through without tickets, so we caught the train without paying. Sure enough, metro workers were at the airport entrance checking each passenger’s ticket, and we left Paris €100 poorer.

Eat at Pierre Sang Oberkampf, one of the most innovative dining experiences I’ve ever had. It offers a blind tasting menu, which means that each ingredient of your dish is explained to you after you finish eating it. For only €39, I had six courses of French-Korean dishes (think steak with gochujang, beet purée, and beans). We booked seats at the bar and had a direct view of the kitchen. Immediately after our dinner, we attempted to book a table for the following evening, but the menu only changes every two weeks.

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The best view at any good restaurant is always of the chefs hard at work
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Steak
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Prawns
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Second to last course was cheese, of course
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Last course

Apparently French-Asian fusion is blowing up in Paris because another fantastic meal we had was at Les Enfants Rouges. Again, we sat at the bar to watch the kitchen as they prepared our fried foie gras on creamy corn and coffee mousse, tempura monkfish, and figs with a coconut sorbet and pistachios over matcha cream.

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Fried foie gras on creamy corn and coffee mousse
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Figs topped with coconut sorbet, on matcha cream and pistachios

Visit in the fall. As much as I enjoyed the extra-long days and leisurely nights sitting out along the Seine (stay out past midnight to see the Eiffel Tower glitter!), I still prefer Paris in the fall, when the weather is crisp and more locals have replaced tourists.

Each time we visit Paris, we eat better meals, know more about each neighborhood, and notice the little changes that have occurred since our last trip. Anthony and I felt so comfortable in Paris that, although we don’t speak French at all, we could easily see ourselves living here. It’s such a diverse, stimulating city with good food — and, most importantly, cheap croissants. Paris was the perfect way to end our Ireland and France trip. I’m not sure how many more times I want to visit Paris, but I am desperate for an excuse to explore more of the French countryside, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I found myself back here soon. If that’s the case, I will most definitely be making another reservation at Pierre Sang Oberkampf. Au revoir for now!

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Bayeux

When our train pulled into Bayeux, we had only an hour and a half to check into our B&B and eat lunch before our tour. I randomly chose Bayeux because it was one of the towns conveniently located for the D-Day Tours, but as Anthony quickly navigated us from the train station to our B&B, I had to pause every few seconds just to take it all in. Bayeux is heartbreakingly charming! We had just arrived from Mont Saint-Michel, which was lovely but an otherworldly experience, so Bayeux felt like the first French town outside of Paris that we were actually exploring.

There’s a reason why I have such a soft spot for Italy, Germany, and Japan — and, no, it’s not because they were our enemies during World War II. It’s because we actually dedicated some time to their smaller towns, whether it’s Positano, Rothenburg ob der Tauber, or Nara. To visit only major cities when traveling does that country a disservice. Bayeux is a charming medieval town in Normandy. Located four miles from the coast of the English Channel, it was the first French town to be liberated by the Allies in June 1944.

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Place Charles de Gaulle

Eventually, we checked into our stylish B&B, Le Petit Matin. Our room had a tasteful sailing theme, with gorgeous parquet floors, a walk-in closet, and a view of the genteel square across the street.

 

My favorite part, however, was our host Pascal, who served us homemade quiche and fresh apple cake (in addition to a table full of croissants, Normandy cheeses, yogurt, and fruits) at breakfast, and gave us suggestions for restaurants, such as Le Pommier, which turned out to be my favorite meal of our entire trip. At Le Pommier, we started with a couple of bottles of Bayeux cider brut (a Normandy specialty), then I had duck breast with balsamic juices and a crème brûlée, while Anthony had lamb with thyme and candied carrots, and a flaky apple pie (another Normandy specialty). We ate outside on a quaint street bustling with restaurants and a view of the Bayeux cathedral down the road.

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Bayeux cider brut
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In heaven

Europe is full of stunning churches, but I have to say, the uplighting on the Bayeux Cathedral in the summertime puts everyone else’s to shame. Stories celebrating France’s journey to liberty are projected onto the cathedral. Apparently these light shows are a thing around Normandy, with the cathedral in Rouen also covered in bright colors at night.

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Norman, Romanesque, and Gothic influences
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Look at that uplighting!

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While I could have spent our entire time in Bayeux pretending I was in an Impressionist painting, Anthony was excited for our D-Day Beaches tour with Normandy Sightseeing Tours. For five hours, our entertaining guide Olivier drove us to the cliffs at Pointe du Hoc, Omaha Beach, and a cemetery filled with white crosses representing American lives that were lost at Normandy. I was fascinated by the aberrations — we found one Hawaiian, a Mexican, and a few Blacks in the cemetery. Jews had Stars of David instead of crosses.

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The beaches of Normandy
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My husband and his Metal Earth models
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Inside a bomb crater
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American cemetery

While Americans tend to visit Normandy for the World War II sites, British and French tourists visit for the Bayeux Tapestry, which we decided to see more out of obligation than anything else. However, we were awed by it. The tapestry is an embroidered cloth nearly 230 feet long and 20 inches tall. It wraps around an entire gallery and is housed in a building dedicated entirely to it. In roughly 50 scenes, the tapestry intricately depicts the events leading up to the Norman conquest of England. Its survival is nothing short of miraculous. The museum ticket comes with a free audio guide, which is perfectly designed to pace listeners and showcase the craftsmanship of the tapestry. For the first time in 950 years, it will be leaving France and loaned out to the British Museum for the next few years — a thought that initially upset us (why does England have to take all good things?!), but we were quelled when we found out that the Bayeux museum is undergoing construction and thus needed housing for its tapestry.

Fewer than 14,000 people live in Bayeux. In the U.S., I can’t stand small towns. They make me anxious. They’re usually filled with conservatives and bad food, but Bayeux proved that small towns in France (and probably much of the rest of the world) are pretty fantastic. I was ready to move in. Everyone we met was incredibly welcoming, and the food we had here was honestly better than anything we’ve ever eaten in Paris. But speaking of Paris, it was time for us to make our way down there again. When we checked out of Le Petit Matin, Pascal handed us a bottle of local cider, making my heart melt just a little more. Au revoir, Bayeux!

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Mont Saint-Michel

It was a trek to reach Mont Saint-Michel, but the journey is easily worth it. I had first heard of Mont Saint-Michel years ago, when my dad scoffed that I was going to Paris and told me about a mysterious monastery that becomes an island during high tide that I should be visiting instead. It took me a while, but I finally made it after seemingly every Instagram blogger had made it there, too.

We first flew into Paris from Ireland, caught a Le Bus Direct to Gare Montparnasse, then a train to Rennes. All of this went surprisingly smoothly, but when we got to Rennes, the next bus to Mont Saint-Michel wasn’t leaving until late afternoon, so we were stuck in Rennes for a few hours instead of making the most of our already short time in Mont Saint-Michel. Thankfully, Rennes is a fairly interesting city with a large student population, so we enjoyed a leisurely lunch and explored the impressive public library.

During lunch we learned the difference between crêpes and galettes, both of which originated in this region. A crêpe is a sweet wheat flour pancake often filled with Nutella or fruits, while a galette is a savory buckwheat pancake often filled with cheese & ham. In the U.S. we erroneously call galettes “savory crêpes”, or — even worse — we put savory ingredients inside a crêpe. I ordered a crispy galette filled with emmental, andouille & potato galette, and then for dessert we shared a flambéed Grand Marnier crêpe.

Our bus arrived right on schedule, and an hour and a half later we were finally in Mont Saint-Michel. Unfortunately, I hadn’t confirmed exactly which bus stop to get off at, so we watched as our bed & breakfast passed us by and anxiously got off at the next stop. Apparently our B&B is officially in the neighboring town of Beauvoir, as the only hotels in the tiny enclave of Mont Saint-Michel are either soulless chains filled with Japanese tour groups or ridiculously overpriced hotels actually located on the island. It was only a 13-minute walk back to our B&B, but trust me, lugging suitcases through fields on the side of the road for 13 minutes, dressed for rainy Ireland instead of sunny France, felt like forever. We must have been quite a sight to all the cars driving by.

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New Yorkers trekking through fields

At last, we arrived. And what a lovely welcome! Our room at Les Vieilles Digues opened up to a private backyard, and breakfasts included all the camembert I could dream of. Our affectionate host Danielle spoke fluent Japanese and, upon first greeting us, exclaimed, “So petite! So beautiful!” After we settled in, we made our way to the island, which, as we’d quickly learn, is farther out than we had expected. We knew about some free shuttles, but as New Yorkers we had wanted to walk instead. What a joke. From the tourist center, it’s about a 45-minute tedious walk along a causeway. Since we had dinner reservations, we gave up about a quarter of the way and decided to just stare at the island for as long as time permitted before turning back and heading to the restaurant in Beauvoir.

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Our room at Les Vieilles Digues
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Backyard

Our dreamy dinner at La Ferme Saint Michel reminded me of how absolutely tragic the United States is. Beauvoir is a simple village of roughly 400 people. It is not one of those prestigious French towns filled with Michelin-rated restaurants, but it does believe that eating home-cooked, organic food shouldn’t have to be a privilege. At La Ferme Saint Michel, I paid €26 for an incredible three-course meal of carrot soup with foie gras, locally-raised lamb, and crème brûlée (which came with a huge candle!), while dining in a beautiful historic farmhouse. A meal of this caliber would have cost four times as much in New York — and wouldn’t even be conceivable in the rest of the country. I’ve roadtripped across America multiple times, and there is no such thing as affordable, freshly-made, three-course dinners for the majority of Americans, even in towns that obviously grow food. This is because our country values capitalism and making a profit for Big Farms over feeding its citizens good, healthy meals. Instead, many Americans are forced to eat at Waffle Houses or the nearest dreadful chain restaurant (e.g., Applebee’s, Olive Garden) that charges unethical prices for food pumped with preservatives and high-fructose corn syrup.

Besides three courses of food, we also ordered a three-course beverage menu. For €9 each, we got a sparkling orange apertif, a carafe of wine, and coffee. Ireland certainly impressed me with its delicious farm-to-table food, but I still can’t help but prefer French food. I was in heaven.

After our meal, the sun had already set, but shuttles run late in the summer so we decided to attempt Mont Saint-Michel one more time. The shuttles are so convenient; no wonder everyone takes them! These sleek shuttles were designed to elegantly match the terrain, and they drop everyone off on the middle of the bridge, leaving passengers with a drop-dead gorgeous view of the island.

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View of when we attempted to walk instead of catch the shuttle

Some history about Mont Saint-Michel: It was built after a bishop dreamt about Archangel Michael, who ordered him to build a sanctuary on the rocky island at the mouth of the Couesnon River. The island has housed a vertical, gravity-defying abbey since the 8th century. Mont Saint-Michel was one of the most important pilgrimage destinations during the Middle Ages. Such was the difficulty of the journey that it became a test of penitence, sacrifice, and commitment to God to reach the Benedictine abbey. The English couldn’t conquer Mont Saint-Michel during the Hundred Years’ War due to the abbey’s strong fortifications.When pilgrimages were in decline during the Reformation, the abbey closed and was converted into a prison, holding priests and high-profile political prisoners, such as Victor Hugo. Closing the prison in 1863, Napoleon III ordered the 650 prisoners to be transferred to other facilities.

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Heading to Mont Saint-Michel

The island is cut off from the mainland twice a day at high tide, which rises 46 feet. The tide is said to travel at the speed of a galloping horse. The flooding has created salt marsh meadows that are ideally suited to grazing sheep. Richly-flavored meat resulting from the sheep’s diet makes a dish called agneau de pré-salé “salt meadow lamb”, a local specialty served on the menus of surrounding restaurants. I had this lamb during our dinner!

Only seven people live on the island. It was past 10 p.m. when we arrived, so all the daytrippers were gone and most of the shops were closed, giving the island an eerie medieval feel. It was a stormy night — no rain, but lots of thunder and lightning. I am not a religious person, but I could understand why one might believe in a higher power as we strolled through the empty streets and climbed staircases toward the abbey. Wandering here at night has to be one of the most magical moments of my life — it’s up there with going on a safari in South Africa, watching hot air balloons during sunrise in Cappadocia, and waking up in Positano. Some experiences make you feel so lucky.

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Roaming around at night
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Abbey

We woke up early the next morning, still on a high from last night, and decided to return to Mont Saint-Michel. It was raining this time, but we had our umbrellas, and we huddled under the roof of the tourist center to catch the first shuttle of the day. As we rode the shuttle over the causeway toward Mont Saint-Michel, I couldn’t help but envy the pilgrims who trekked here centuries ago and had heard tales of this abbey but had no idea what it would look like. Can you imagine how epic it must have been for someone who wasn’t expecting this island?

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Rainy morning

It was still too early for the shops to be open and the daytrippers to arrive, so Mont Saint-Michel had that same otherworldly aura, but in daylight instead of in darkness.

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By the time we returned to our B&B, breakfast was ready. Danielle had prepared a spread of cured meats, fresh breads, lots of Camembert, and yogurt. Camembert is a moist, soft, creamy cow’s milk cheese from this region — and one of my favorite cheeses — so I was pleased with an obligation to stuff myself with it.

It was time for us to leave right after breakfast, and as we checked out, Danielle immediately told us that she’d drive us to the bus station. It was only a ten-minute walk, but we weren’t about to refuse a free ride in her Benz and more time to chat with her. We arrived a few minutes before a bus took us to Pontorson, where we caught a train to Bayeux, our next stop on the trip.

Mont Saint-Michel is one of those places that is just as stunning in real life as in all the photographs you’ve seen online. When you glance at it from the mainland, it looks like a mirage, like something from a movie. And if you come late at night or early in the morning like we did, you’ll also feel like you’re in a movie. Experience it for yourself.

But, back to reality. Up next: Bayeux, my favorite place in France so far!

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Galway

Dublin had already changed my mind about Ireland with its rousing history and rebellious spirit, but Galway’s people and landscapes are what really made me fall in love with Ireland. Galway is artsy, bohemian, and filled with students, who are a large reason why the music scene here is one of the best in the country.

One of the first things we did was stumble into a free walking tour — the only walking tour that has ever made me tear up! Besides taking us on a fascinating walk through Galway and teaching us about its history (full of invaders) and cultural traditions, our guide — aware that the majority of tourists are Irish-Americans — spent a minute to affectionately acknowledge them. “We genuinely welcome you back. Your ancestors had to leave Ireland for a better life, and they succeeded. Because they succeeded, you are able to come back here today, and we are so, so proud of you.” What a welcome! I had never wanted to be Irish so badly!

During the tour, she brought us to a church that didn’t look like much, so when she told us that it was her favorite church in the world, I was intrigued. In 2002, the first public blessing for a same-sex couple in an Irish church occurred here. This Protestant church also allowed Catholics to worship here when their own church was being refurbished — a shocking gesture when you consider the history of Ireland. This church is regularly used by the Romanian & Russian Orthodox Churches, as well as a Syrian church. In a world full of division and hatred — especially between religions — this church exemplifies a type of humanity I wish I could see more of. Ireland may be known as a Catholic country, but the Irish people we met both in Dublin and Galway were all incredibly progressive.

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St. Nicholas Collegiate Church

Galway is compact, with brightly painted pubs and seafood restaurants filling the main roads. A salmon-stuffed river runs through the city, and a long waterfront promenade leads to Galway Bay. That was where I first encountered real Irish grass. I just could not get over this grass. We should be banning all sprinklers because this blindingly-green grass nourished naturally from the sky and sea (using seaweed fertilizer!) should be the only grass allowed around the world. Love songs should be written about it. I am not a nature person, but this landscape had me in awe. I’ve never seen anything like it. It made me want to put up with the nonstop rain.

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Grass in Galway

That night, I had the first oysters I’ve ever liked. Apparently the oysters are reason enough to visit Galway, which hosts an international oyster festival every year. Oysters from Galway Bay are huge, flat, and known as some of the best-flavored in the world. Although we only had two days in Galway, we ate oysters three times because I was so amazed by how good they were.

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Oysters with a shot of Guinness and salsa

The next morning we began our all-day tour with Galway Tour Company. When I saw the huge tour bus, I had flashbacks of Iceland, but fortunately summertime in Ireland is a lot more pleasant than wintertime in Iceland. Our tour guide did not make me tear up but he was hilarious and knew exactly how to make the drive entertaining: silly jokes and frequent rest stops. We stopped by a castle, a cemetery, and a charming town in which we filled up on delicious seafood chowder and homemade fudge, before finally arriving at the Cliffs of Moher.

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Dunguaire Castle

The Cliffs of Moher rise 702 feet nearly vertically above the Atlantic Ocean. Legend has it that there is a lost city called Kilstiffen beneath the Cliffs, but the shoreline was pummeled by an evil witch who lived there and fell in love with a hero of Irish mythology. He did not return her affection, so she pummeled the shoreline, giving the cliffs their distinctive shoreline. We spent about three hours here and I could’ve spent longer. Sure, we’ve seen coastlines before (I’m from Hawaii, after all), but there’s something particularly magical about the Cliffs of Moher — perhaps it’s the crisp air (the cleanest air in the world!), the perfect Irish grass everywhere, or the finicky weather (if it’s raining anywhere in the country, it’s on the western coasts of Ireland, so the fact that the skies eventually cleared up and didn’t rain a drop on us made it feel all the more special). They like to say that on a clear day, you can see the Statue of Liberty, reminding the Irish of their diaspora in America.

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Lounging on the softest grass
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Hello!
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Iconic view

When we returned to Galway that evening, we had about eight hours until our early morning bus ride to the airport. We spent that time strolling along the river, stuffing ourselves with oysters and Murphy’s ice cream (yes, there is a Murphy’s in Galway — thank goodness!), wasting time at bookstores, and having Anthony’s favorite meal of our entire trip at John Keogh’s.

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You know the steak is going to be good when an entire page of the menu is dedicated to it

When it was time to leave Ireland and hop over to France, I felt like a slightly different person. Our five days in Ireland had changed me in so many ways. I eat oysters now. I am fond of Irish accents, which until this trip I found unappealing. I am a grass snob. Most importantly, however, I have a new appreciation for the people of this stunning country.

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Tips for future travelers:

It’s astounding how convenient the bus system is in Ireland. Galway is on the other side of the country, but a comfortable Citylink bus took us straight from the Galway station to the airport in Dublin in just an hour and 20 minutes.

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Waiting for a Citylink bus

Oysters are probably good everywhere in Galway, but we tried them at McDonagh’s, John Keogh’s, and The King’s Head.

Besides oysters, eat ice cream at Murphy’s and flaky, savory pies at The Pie Maker.

We stayed at a charming bed & breakfast called Petra House, just a few minutes from the Latin Quarter. I always love breakfasts at B&Bs, but Petra House took it to another level. When we sat down in the breakfast room, we were given an entire menu to choose from. I chose a bangers and rashers, Anthony chose potato waffles, and then we shared porridge topped with Baileys liqueur. Each dish came with an Irish bread basket with fresh butter, coffee, and orange juice.

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The outside of our B&B
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Bangers & rashers
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Porridge with Baileys

Our free walking tour with Tribes was probably the best walking tour we’ve ever been on. Because it was free, guides work harder since their salary depends on tips. It was the perfect way to begin our time in Galway.

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Dublin

Ireland humbled me. I wasn’t excited to visit at all, but I ended up falling in love with the people, the landscapes, and surprisingly, even some of the food.

Anthony and I spent our first three nights in Dublin, staying at a bed & breakfast near St. Stephen’s Green. The location was perfect, as we were able to walk everywhere and appreciate the genteel Georgian homes in our neighborhood. Why does Dublin have so many colorful doors? After Queen Victoria died, England ordered Irish citizens to paint their doors black in mourning. The Irish rebelled. This rebellious spirit was one of the reasons I found Dublin so captivating. The Pope was scheduled to arrive in Dublin during the tail-end of our trip, and throughout the city were protest signs directed at him, demanding him to address the Church’s sex abuse scandals.

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These colorful doors all over Dublin are symbols of protest

Since it was my first time in Dublin, we did quite a few touristy things. We gawked at the stunning Long Room at Trinity College, which has the rights to receive materials published in Ireland and the United Kingdom free of charge.

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Long Room

We drank Guinness at the Guinness Storehouse, a huge pint glass-shaped structure with multiple floors of information and a panoramic view of Dublin at the top. We learned that a “perfect pour” takes 119.5 seconds: pour the Guinness at a 45° angle, then rest. This rest is crucial. After a pause – long enough so that the liquid in the glass is pitch black – fill the rest of the glass at a 45° angle. Serve with a creamy head and at exactly 42.8F.

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Drinking Guinness at the Storehouse bar at 10:00 am
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Look at that head!

We also toured Kilmhainham Gaol, a former prison where leaders of the uprisings against the British were executed, but also where many Irish convicted of petty crimes (such as stealing bread) were imprisoned. It was built for 100 prisoners but at one point held over 9,000. The youngest prisoner was 5 — held here for stealing an iron chain. Quality of life here was awful, but during the famine, people were so desperate for food that some committed crimes on purpose just so they could be imprisoned here and be fed.

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Kilmainham Gaol

My favorite activities, however, were drinking tea with a local Dubliner and joining a musical pub crawl. A small museum, appropriately called The Little Museum of Dublin, organizes a program called City of a Thousand Welcomes, in which Dubliners can volunteer to hang out with tourists for a beer or a coffee/tea. Our local Dubliner was a retired farmer who taught us about the Easter Uprising, explained the crazy weather in Ireland, and gave us tips on where to eat and how to avoid the Pope chaos tomorrow. Thanks to the program, we had a free afternoon tea at the lovely Merrion Hotel with him. Every major city should have this program! He only had to hang out with us for an hour, but after our leisurely tea, he walked with us through the rain to our next destination before heading back home on the commuter train. Our entire trip was a confirmation that the Irish really are the friendliest people you’ll ever meet, but our Dublin friend also proved how helpful and out-of-the-way considerate they can be as well.

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Tea at the Merrion Hotel

A few hours later, we joined our musical pub crawl, which was probably the highlight of our time in Dublin. For about 3 hours, we followed a couple of professional musicians to different pubs, listening to Irish music and watching a private Riverdance performance. It was such an entertaining way to learn about the rivalries between Irish cities, as well as Irish stereotypes of other European countries.

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Musical pub crawl

Ireland has so often been an underdog throughout history, and as a nonwhite woman in America, I can’t help but relate to and root for the Irish. People often come to Ireland just for the countryside (which is completely understandable; the Irish countryside is otherworldly), but we were utterly charmed by Dublin. If not for the weather, which was a bit dreary for summertime, we could easily see ourselves living here.

Random tips for future travelers:

Roam around the Temple Bar neighborhood. Temple Bar had run into decay and ruin during the 20th century. In the 1980s, a transportation company made plans to level the whole place and build a bus terminus. However, after protests from artists, gallery owners, and small shop owners, the company canceled its plans and the government helped develop Temple Bar into a vibrant cultural center filled with bars and restaurants and shops that attract both locals and tourists.

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Bustling Temple Bar

It’s easy to reach Dublin from the airport. An Aircoach bus brought us straight from the airport to a few blocks from our B&B in 35 minutes. I bought tickets in advance, but you can purchase tickets right at the station. Buses come every 15 minutes, running throughout the day.

Visit the Long Room as early as possible. It gets extremely crowded, and you want to have enough time and space to appreciate the architecture.

Restaurants we loved: L. Mulligan Grocer (where the menus are hidden in old books, each dish is paired with a beer or whiskey, and the food is phenomenal); Etto (dine early to catch the affordable pre-theater menu); and Klaw (fresh seafood in a relaxed environment).

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Outside L. Mulligan Grocer
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Scotch egg at L. Mulligan Grocer
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Hake & cockles at Etto

Most importantly, though, eat ice cream at Murphy’s. We went to Murphy’s every single day (literally!) that we were in Ireland. Ireland is going through a culinary renaissance right now, excelling at the farm-to-table movement, so it was no surprise that Ireland’s most beloved ice cream shops does not use colorings, flavorings, or milk powder. Everything starts with fresh-from-the-farm milk, local cream, free-range eggs, and organic sugar. Then they toast, simmer, bake & extract real ingredients, whether distilling Dingle rain to make sorbets, making sea salt from Dingle sea water, or infusing gin by hand. My favorite flavors were Caramelized Brown Bread, Dingle Sea Salt, and Kieran’s Cookies. I would return to Ireland just to eat Murphy’s ice cream.

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Murphy’s ice cream

Positano

If you’ve known me for a while, you probably know that I tend to cry when I travel. When I fall in love with a place, I either cry because my heart feels so overwhelmed by happiness, or I cry on our last day because I’m devastated that we have to leave. I’m pretty ridiculous. I’ve shed tears all over the world: Istanbul, Cape Town, Paris, Kyoto, Nuremberg… but the place that started it all is Positano, a popular cliffside town on the Amalfi Coast. My first time visiting was in 2015, and after we left I cried for days.

I was so sure I could keep it together this time; there’s no way Positano could still surpass my impossibly high expectations and idealized memories built up over the years. I was completely wrong. In fact, everything was better than last time, even starting with just our journey to Positano. We finally learned that the best way to reach Positano is to take an express train from Rome to Salerno, then a ferry from Salerno to Positano. It’s less hectic than going through Naples or Sorrento, and more pleasant than riding a bus.

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Leaving Salerno
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Arriving in Positano by ferry

We stayed at the same hotel — in the exact same room, in fact — as last time. So much of my attachment to Positano is due to La Tavolozza, a family-run hotel with only six rooms that cost a fraction of the price of all the hotels surrounding it. Why is it so affordable? There is no pool (why would you swim in a pool when you’re right by the sea?), and the WiFi is only strong out on the balcony. But you feel like you’re staying with family here. We stayed in the Blue Room again, which has high ceilings, blue tiled floors, and, most importantly, a huge balcony that we were reluctant to leave every morning. Every time I woke up at La Tavolozza, on our bed facing the view, I couldn’t help but pity every other person in the world. I am my happiest here, it’s as simple as that.

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View of our balcony
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Buongiorno!
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Fluffy croissants filled with marmalade, orange juice, and cappuccino on our balcony every morning
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This is what 9pm looks like in Positano

Last time, the only pitfall I noticed in Positano was the food. The few restaurants we tried seemed overpriced and touristy, especially after coming from Rome and Florence. This time, however, I did a little more research and took some suggestions from locals, and we ended up having some of the best meals of our trip. I highly recommend Lo Guarracino, a romantic ristorante off the beaten path, with views of Fornillo Beach. We also enjoyed La Cambusa and Da Vincenzo. When eating on the Amalfi Coast, make sure to stuff yourself with seafood, lemons, and candied oranges.

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Our view at Lo Guarracino
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Ready for dinner!
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Spaghetti vongole and local olive oil
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Meeting up with a family from our cooking class at Da Vincenzo

Speaking of food, the highlight of Positano was our cooking class with Marina in Cucina. We always enjoy cooking classes, but Marina’s home and the friendships we formed during class made this night one of the most memorable nights of my life. Marina lives in a stunning villa up in the hills — a former convent with views of the sea below. She’s a chef but also an interior designer, which is apparent in her tastefully-decorated home and enviable kitchen. We made fresh pasta on the patio, kneading dough, cutting it into strips, and drying the strips on a gorgeous ceramic table hand-crafted in Positano. We snacked on olives tossed with delicious lemon rinds and drank “caprese water” (water steeped with whole tomatoes and fresh basil leaves). We watched Marina make mattafama (bread salad), limoncello chicken, and a lemon ricotta dessert. And then the nine of us spent the next few hours dining together on her patio, late into the night. Unlike our other cooking classes abroad, we learned tips that we can actually bring back home, such as tilting the pan when heating oil so that the garlic doesn’t burn, and topping pasta with candied orange instead of cheese for a different flavor. Marina was able to use so many ingredients from her garden; it was inspiring to watch her go outside to collect basil or lemons and incorporate them into the dish we ate just a few minutes later. This is why Italian food is so good.

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Taking in the view from Marina’s patio
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Marina tosses mattafama
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Tilting the pan to concentrate the oil so the garlic doesn’t burn

Besides the cooking class, the other new activity we did on the Amalfi Coast this time was take a daytrip to Capri. We didn’t initially have much interest in Capri, as it’s known as an island for rich vacationers, but we completely underestimated how charming Capri is. We rented a small boat around the island and finally understood the hype. From jagged coastline to dramatic rocks jutting out of the water to grottos that look like vaginas, Capri is just really sexy. After our boat ride, we took a hair-bending bus ride through the town of Anacapri, where we rode a funicular up to the top of Monte Solaro. It’s a single-seat funicular, so it’s pretty funny because you have to ride up by yourself, and then stare awkwardly at the people riding back down on the other side. The views are well worth it, though. There’s a cafe and gardens to explore at the top. After the funicular, we caught another hair-bending bus ride to Capri Town, which is the glitzier part of Capri, with designer shops and famous hotels.

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On our way to Capri
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Rented a little boat to see the island
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Inside a grotto
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Left the boat early because Anthony was feeling sick waiting in line for the Blue Grotto
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View from the top of Monte Solaro
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We were just down there with those boats!

When we returned to Positano after our daytrip, we felt like we had returned home. Positano is such a small town, yet I never felt bored, the way I feel bored in practically every other city that has fewer than 8 million people. There was so much to do. We hired a professional photographer via Flytographer to commemorate our second wedding anniversary. We bought colorful ceramic dishes with lemons on them, an Amalfi Coast specialty. We read books on our balcony. We hung out on the pebbly beach (in the free section because we’re cheap) early in the morning to beat the crowds. We watched the World Cup at a beachfront bar and mourned when Japan lost. We went grocery shopping at Delicatessen, a small grocery shop just down the stairs from our hotel that has fresh meat and huge wheels of cheese. We worked off all our pasta by walking up and down the staircases weaving through Positano — the only way to get around town. I could have done this forever.

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With the cliffs of Positano
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Iconic pastel colors
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By the sea
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Married for two years!
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Would trade the Pacific for the Mediterranean in a heartbeat
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Surrounded by fishing boats
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Very Big Little Lies, in my opinion
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Uphill
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And this is when everyone in Positano noticed my dress is see-through
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Reeks of wedding proposal
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Pure joy
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More fishing boats
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In front of a plaque for Flavio Gioia, who perfected the sailor’s compass and was born on the Amalfi Coast

By the time we had to leave on our fourth day, I had been emotionally preparing and told myself I wouldn’t cry. I was so ready for it — but as we checked out of La Tavolozza, we had a long chat with Paola, my favorite of the family members who runs the hotel. During our stay, we had seen her every day, either on our way out or right before breakfast, when she would bring a tray of cappuccino and croissants to our balcony. She told us such heartwarming things about Positano, how much she enjoys seeing return guests, and why her family loves what they do. So of course I cried like a baby as we hugged her good-bye.

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Saying “arrivederci” to Paola

When I booked this trip, I had assumed it would be our last time in Positano. This was actually the reason we stayed for so long; I was hoping I’d eventually get sick of it. But, turns out, it’s impossible to get sick of Positano. I can still think of more things we need to do here, like take a daytrip to Ravello, go hiking above Amalfi, swim at the Fiordo di Furore, and have drinks at Villa Treville. Just as Francesca (Paola’s mother) told us when we checked out of La Tavolozza three years ago, “There’s something magical about Positano, isn’t there?” We will be back. I don’t know when, and I don’t know how, but it’s going to happen. My happiness depends on it.

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Some simple advice: Find someone you want to see the world with. Then, see the world with that person.