The Helpful Hints of Mike

   

 When you are in Florence do NOT go to restaurants and cafes that advertise in English. Look for the places where Italians eat. You are in Europe for a reason. Learn at least three words in the local language "Yes", Thank you", "Please". Our experience is that almost everywhere people speak English or know someone who does. Try their language and you will find the English speakers. It took me several days to say "thank you" in Czechoslovak. Stop when entering at the airport and buy a fast pass for places of interest. When you go immediately to the front of the line you will thank me. If going to Africa or Costa Rica bring at least one hundred dollars in one dollar bills. They welcome American money. We like Bed and Breakfast inns over huge American style hotels. You go to Scotland to meet a Scot or two. Plan ahead and still be flexible. More to come.

 

Street Market Food: Prague

    There is a street market across from the Municipal Building in Prague. It was only a block or so from our hotel and at the beginning of the Old City walls. They sold flowers, fruit, and leather goods. Of course they also sold food and beer. It was Prague after all. I saw this young woman with a sandwich consisting of sausage, kraut, and cheese. It look too good to pass up. And while I have a strong desire never to post pictures of food, this was not food. It was an adventure. This photo is of it as it had been placed on a picnic table. I had to work fast because it did not last long. Prague is wonderful and this has to be included in the trip.

 

Long Lost Relatives

        This is the loch at Fort Augustus Scotland. It is the last control on the Caledonian Canal before it meets Loch Ness. We have been there more than once as it is worth revisiting. Our first road trip brought us to the town and, as most always, we headed for the Visitor's Center to get a suggestion for a place to stay.

            The person at the center looked at our name on the registration and seemed to go sky high. She said, "You must go to the Caledonian Hotel up the hill. It  is owned by the McLellans."  Actually, both the owners and I spell our names MacLellan, but in America the "a" gets lost.

           Chris MacLellan owns the hotel and it is fairly large and well kept. The family took us under their wing and got out all of their genealogy and we had a lesson on our heritage.  We were treated like visiting cousins and we are.

            If you are ever in central Scotland stay the night at the Caledonian and tell them I recommended them.

 

The Statue of David by M... Donatello

There are a variety of statues of David in Italy.

There is one in Rome and two in Florence (not counting the copies).

This is my favorite. About six feet tall by Donatello.

David the young boy with Goliath. 

 

Just another Scottish Castle

To those who wish to be a knight, king or queen, it is easy to pretend in Scotland. There are castles (and manor houses) everywhere. Many are open for tours as the owners need the extra money to keep the places up. Just imagine living with history all around you.

 

Memorial Post At The Beach At Normandy

Memorial Day embraces all of those lost to battle for America's freedom.

This photo is of the point that was central to D-Day.

The holiday began as Decoration Day and the tending of the graves of those who died during the Civil War. As a child we were still calling it Decoration Day and most cemeteries were not perpetual care. Our family would pack up gardening tools and some plants and drive to Mount Pleasant Iowa to tend the graves of my grandparents. I did not know them as they had all died before I was born. Having said that, they were still part of my history that needed tending. 

For us it was not only the war dead, but those who went before us.

 

Memorial Day Weekend

Normandy France is a beautiful place with the ocean and small forests around.

Something else should strike you.

If you watch "Saving Private Ryan" or "The Longest Day"

you will remember the terrible sounds of bombs and rifle fire,

What will strike you in Normandy is the quiet.

As you walk though the headstones of various faiths there is silence.

Out of respect or emotion, there are no words.

 

Tell me what it is like at the top

In Canada it was Marble Canyon. It Scotland it was a memorial high atop a hill. In Vienna it was a tour of the palace. They were all met with my saying, "Tell me what it is like at the top". I don't walk well and never did. Seems like a lot of cool things mean we have to climb. I don't climb. The Eiffel Tower has a lift and early entry for folks with disabilities. I take the lift. Travelling means choosing what you wish to do with the limits you have. Fortunately the folks I travel with don't feel guilt leaving me at the bottom looking up. You see a lot from the ground.

 

Pulpit in cathedral: Gablergasse, Austria

You have been warned before that I like taking photos of pulpits.

In Protestant churches they are center of attention during reading and sermons.

I have some favorite ones. They are, as we say,

all ten feet above contradiction.

 

Walking along the Seine in Paris

(Couple of relatives looking at the river.)

        In a number of visits to Paris, I have always enjoyed watching the river and even boating on it. However, I would never swim in it. That was until the Olympics were held, once again, in Paris. There was a big effort to clean it up and make it even nicer. I watched on TV while people went swimming and others gathered for events.

 

Inside the Castle: Prague CZ

The castle, really a collection of building, in Prague commands a high hill overlooking the city and the Charles Bridge. There are many rooms and things to see. We had lunch viewing the city and then attended a string concert. A great way to spend an afternoon.

 

Why do you travel?

Barcelona, Park Guell

        Some  people travel so that they can say that they where there. Others travel to learn about other places. Some people travel because they are bored. Others travel to check something off their bucket list.

        Why do we travel? As we grow older it is more and more difficult, but there are still things to learn and citizens from other places to meet. Number one reason we travel like we do is that we did not go to Zambia to see more tourists from the U.S. with their cell phone out so they can have a quick photo of a place that they don't remember the name of. We try to stay awhile.

Wenceslas Square, Prague CZ

        We were on our way to see five Central European Capitols and chose to fly into Prague. In our youth we had heard about the struggle for independence with the Soviets. There are two squares: Old Town which is very much tourist and Wenceslas which it a commercial and political center. At night the latter is full of people strolling along. Some are going to the theater as we did and others just enjoying the evening. Many people just go to the Old Town Square and the huge clock, but they miss the history and sights of Wenceslas.

 

I collect beer can and bottle openers

        All over Europe and the U.S. I have been on the look out for old openers. I found a great beer bottle tap in a thrift shop on a backroad in Ireland. I grabbed a rare one in a second-hand store in Edinburgh, My favorites are three openers featuring the last three Popes from Rome.
 

Beer tasting

Ordinarily I am a wine drinker. I grew up close to the great wine producers of the Central Valley of California.  However, when in Rome ...

The European nations  pride themselves on the beer thus I needed to test them.

Guinness is the pride of Ireland and I don't like it. In Ireland my vote goes to Tennent's.  In much of Europe the house bottled beer is Heineken a product of the Dutch although they are starting breweries in other places. Italy and France are into wine production so you might as well join them. Peroni leads the way in Italy.

The photo shows some of my research in Munich. All around I would judge that the beer in Prague CZ all-in-all is my favorite.

Petting The Pig in Florence

In Verona you need to fondle Juliet's right breast. It is tradition.

In Edinburgh you have to pet the Greyfriars Bobby (dog).

In Munich it is some nameless young woman in the street market.

However:

In Florence Italy it is the pig (really a boar)  just off the Plaza República.

The lines are long. If you pet the pig, put money in its mouth, you are not only blessed you make sure of a return to Florence.

Now:

There is a secret. During the day the line is long and folks are bringing coins to put in its mouth. If the coin is washed out the luck is good. My hint for you is that following dinner go for a walk in the Plaza. There is a Merry-Go-Round and lover's walking, and lights dancing off the walls.

And then there is the bronze wild boar called "The Pig". No one is around. The shops are closed and there is no line. You don't have to put money in its mouth or pet it. You can just enjoy the myth.

 

Tea Break On The Botswana Savanah

Most safaris start early in the morning. There are two reasons. One: it can get hot in the afternoon. Two: the animals are smart enough to use those cooler morning hours for activity. Besides wine hour in the camp, a fun part of some safaris is a stop in mid-morning for tea, biscuits, and small sandwiches. No alcohol at this point. You have to be on your guard for animals who want to share.

Duncan and his wife were our guides and we traveled in specially converted Toyota trucks which, in four-wheel-drive, were better suited than Landrovers.  

 

In A Scottish Country Garden

 

While Peter Rabbit's home was in the Garden District of England, one might expect him here. There is something well-organized and relaxed about gardens in Scotland. These gardens are an extension of the manor house or castle -- and even the small homes around.  Maybe it is that many days are a little gray and flowers and living thing brighten the day. For whatever reason they are a pleasant place.

Always Turn Around

From the highest point in Paris you can visit Sacre-Coeur Basilica. WOW. 

From the steps of Sacre-Coeur turn around and see Paris.

 

QUICK ... Faster .... We are being followed .....

A number of years ago while driving in the Dolomites of Northern Italy

I looked in the mirror of our rental car and saw this.

I tried to see if there was a logo on the side of the vehicle but no luck.

To this day, I am not sure of what I saw or if I saw it.

 

Paris Baking Class for the Young and ...

        Took our granddaughter to Paris and asked her to plan something special for herself. Other grandkids have chosen other adventures, but this grandchild chose a backing class. It was in English, but in the art of French cooking. I posted a photo of this after the class and my cellphone went off. I good friend from our hometown in the US sent a text to say that they, as I family, had taken the same class. It is a small world. As for me, I can cook Top Ramen, but I did enjoy watching the kids while sipping some French wine

The Transit Station in Seville: The art of getting lost

    Seville is one of Spain's great cities. It is very walkable to see the sights and visit with locals. We, being bold, often just go for walks. What is the most that can happen? In the narrow winding back streets you can get lost or you can discover something wonderful. This is the Transit Station. You cannot see the scale here, but it is over several stories high. After sitting in the shade (Seville is warm in the summer) we used our seasoned sense of direction to get hopelessly lost. In a narrow walkway we saw someone to ask how to get back. Our best Spanish at the ready, we asked him. Turns out that he was an English Ex-pat and served as a shepherd. Without him we might still be there.
 

Gibraltar: more than a rock

        You may recall that England and the colonies were at war in the 1770's. England held the entry to the Mediterranean Sea by controlling the small piece of land called "Gibraltar". It order to keep the patriots (and French) from attacking they began drilling tunnels in the rock. At various places in these tunnels they created openings for their cannons. Today, a visit to the Rock includes walking these tunnels. I was surprised that this huge place was much like Swiss Cheese.

(In top photo you can see Spain and the runway for the airport.)
 

Don't Monkey Around

                Isn't he cute? Let me tell you a story about my encounter with a baboon. We had been hiking along the rim of the  Zambezi River in Zambia and happened upon a shack selling cold drinks and snacks. Given the heat, we stopped. Two folks sat across from me working on a bag of Oreos. I was across from them on the bench having a Coke. Suddenly from out of the thicket a baboon of about 100 pounds charged us. He was at my back so I did not see him. He saw the cookies and I was in his way. He hit me full force and knocked me a fair distance and the women across jumped back leaving their Oreos behind. That's all he wanted. As I dusted myself off and felt for bruises, the man at the shack came out with a broom and shouted at the baboon who took the Oreos into the bush. The young man smiled and said, "It's okay. He does it all the time." Not so or at least not me.

 

The Smoke That Thunders: Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe

        "The Smoke That Thunders" is what it is called in the local languages. It is fitting. A visit to Victoria Falls will be long remembered. A few of our party took a helicopter flight over the falls and then down the Zambezi River canyon. Others hiked along the edge of the drop. You can visit it from the Zambia or Zimbabwe sides. You need a low-cost visa to get into Zimbabwe. Indeed the smoke thunders. You will know you are there a long time before seeing it. For your visit bring along fresh water and a poncho. The poncho is needed if you don't want to get wet... you will still get wet.
 

Amsterdam Bridges

    We hear a good deal about the canals of Amsterdam. They do make the city unique, but we forget that with the canals come bridges. Depending on the channel these bridges may be stationary or open wide to allow barges through. The one above swings up out of the way. Both canals and bridges make a water tour interesting in Amsterdam.