Wednesday, 12 October 2016

SPAIN 10 days

Day 1

This random trip was a spontaneous purchase based solely on one factor…the flight was so bloody cheap ($430), so I couldn't resist!

After concluding a last minute 2 day Boston and back trip to watch my beloved Blue Jays play (a day before my Madrid flight), I apprehensively jumped onto two well serviced flights with Air Canada to Spain. Unfortunately I was stuck beside a chap who was allergic to nuts, resulting in me being forced to forgo eating all of my strategically packed snacks, which incidentally all had nuts…s.o.b!  I found myself weary eyed when we finally arrived in Spain 7:30am local time.

Getting through the dingy old Madrid airport was almost too easy.  After a quick glance at my passport from the half awake officer, followed by a quick bus ride to terminal 4, and a free 20 minute subway to the train station, I was ready to board my Seville train.  Problem was, I arrived too efficiently!  I decided to store my luggage for a few hours and walk through the nearby park.  I lacked the gumption to do anything, but luckily my train was ready.  I eagerly boarded the "tourist plus" cabin, ready to either a) enjoy watching the landscapes whisk by, or b) pass-out from jet lag, which ever came first.  I passed out!

One of these badboys was mine…an AVE train
Top speed 285km/hr.  This was the tourist PLUS cabin
After 2 hours traveling at an average speed of 250km/hr, I arrived in Seville.  Navigating the complex streets with a few quick pictures snapped from google maps, I made my way through the maze like network with zero issues.  In no time, I arrived to my airb&b apartment.  After a quick overview of the place with the landlord, I settled in, loving the centralized location I somewhat splurged on.

My home for 3 nights…literally 2 blocks from the cathedral.
The heat was rising fast which I forgot to take into consideration.  It seemed everything at this point was contributing to my hazy demeanour, including feebly achieving zero sleep on the 4hr + 6hr flight, battling an 8 hour time difference back home, sneaking in a whirlwind trip to Boston before my Spain flight, and being dressed for the Canadian climate… so I enthusiastically took the opportunity to immerse myself in the Spanish ways…I took a siesta! (a common activity around 11-5pm)

Just like my Egypt mornings, I woke up to a famous landmark in view
My terrace 
After a few hours of much needed rest, I mustered up the energy to venture out for a quick bite.  Seville was famous for tapas, and after contemplating over a few cozy spots to indulge myself into yummy-ville, one jumped out at me.  The lighting was perfect, and the location was ideal for people watching (one of my guilty pleasures), but the picture used for the restaurant clinched it, perfectly embracing the spirit of the area that I'd witnessed in such a short period of time.

One of my favourite tapas bars…yum!  And yes, loved the picture:)
I ordered a cervesa and two tapas's recommended by my server.  They were both amazing, and I quickly saw what all the fuss was about.  They tasted amazing, and even with them being such small portions, I left with a quenched appetite.  Note: Each tapas cost 4 Euros (which is really expensive in Seville), and beer was 3 Euros.

So good!
minus the fries, even this was amazing 
I headed back to my top floor flat after a quick visit to the grocery store to chill on the terrace before completing my jet lag recovery.  Wine here was cheeeeeeap (though a bit "simple" tasting), with a mid level bottle costing 4 Euros! A quick glass later, paired with some olives,  I was ready to reboot for day two.

Night cap before sleeping off my jet lag
Day 2

I awoke from a deep sleep, immediately assuming I slept past my 10am "free Seville walking tour".  Luckily it was only 8am, giving me plenty of time to grab a quick bite with a much needed coffee.  It didn't take long to find one a few steps away (Cafe Europa).  The coffee was amazing (1Euro), and the cured meet sandwich was good, just enough to fulfill my need.  I made my way through the empty streets to the meeting place which was also located only a few minutes from my apartment.
An amazing coffee to start the morning
So peaceful in the mornings
Tourist central
The tour was full, with roughly 15 people in our group.  Naturally, 8 of them were Canadian, yeash, we are everywhere.  It didn't take long for us to get started.  I chatted up a guy from London who was nice, and an older family from Waterloo before we stopped at our first landmark.  A quick briefing of the historic relevance of the place was all that was needed, with our guide (cute btw) propelling us to the next historic ladened property…and this city was FULL of these little gems (landmarks and cute girls that is;)!

Later in the tour, I tried chatting up a young couple from Boston, but immediately got a bad (douche) vibe from them.  Next I spoke to two young Canadians from Montreal, but they were not as forthcoming as I hoped, so I decided to digress.

All in all, I got what I needed from the tour.  A gained some great background knowledge to why the city existed (the river), its history (lots of catholic and muslim history), and historic/current economic conditions...I'l save you details, I'll probably mess them up anyways.

The free 2 hr tour…she was good
The british dude on the left
We finished at the Plaza de Espana, an impressive building, which incidentally, was one of the more modern structures in the entire city.  The guide (her name was Pilar) was good, and very friendly….very easy to talk too.  She did well with our group… averaging 5 Euros per guest on tips (I watched closely before deciding what I should give her lol).  Only a few declined the tip option, but all in all,  I think she earned her keep for the day!

This place was insane!…where we finished the tour
I couldn't figure out how to capture the insane size of the place
The temperature was reaching a sweltering 37 degrees at this point (1pm) before I decided to ill-advisingly rent a bike for 3 hours.

I saw a lot after 20km or so,  including riding along the river, meandering through small alleyways, and putzing through several parks before realizing the heat was getting to me.  After taking a few minutes to watch a few swans gracefully float by (fyi...if I could be any animal, it would be a swan, just thought you should know), I headed to the nearest tapas bar for a quick bite to eat.

My 22km bike ride…stumbled onto this cool park
I ordered a large sangria (3.5Euros) and one of the waiters favourite tapas's (hasn't failed me yet), and received a couple weird red balls of mush…well shit, wouldn't you know it, they were amazing with their accompanying pita slices!  I took in my surroundings as I indulged (maybe more sangria then advisable) before biking off.  My 3 hours were basically up, which concluded another cool experience.

yum, sangria!
After dropping the bike off, I moseyed down a pedestrian alley, window shopping a few random shoe stores.  Prices were quite reasonable, but I decided to conclude the evening with a Starbucks coffee and rest up a bit before hitting the streets for a late dinner, which were normally served around 9pm.

8:45 came around sooner then expected, and with mission in hand, I headed for the congested restaurant alleys I biked by earlier.  I ordered another cervesa with two tapas's (naturally chosen by the waiter of course).  Moments later, I  received one plate consisting of Ox tail, and one with cuttlefish meat balls!!  Both were wonderful, and after finishing up, I strolled back to the apartment to enjoy a quick glass of wine, calling it a night.

Ox Tail!
A typical street to dine at
Day 3

Cordoba today!

Before walking to the train station 3.5km away, I needed a caffeine fix…watching the insanely early (4am) Blue Jays win the wildcard race didn't help in the rest department!  I headed out at 7:30 not realizing every place would still be closed.  I was forced to eat at the train station which wasn't all that bad…there was a McD's there lol.  I was a bit early as usual (my ex-wife could indulge you all about my o.c.d on being punctual, probably drove her nuts!)

The train ride was a painless 45 minute jaunt.  Add a quick 15 minute stroll on top of that, and I found my self immersed in tourist central.  This is when everything started to fall apart.

Side wall of the Mezquita
Near the Jewish quarters
I made my way through the jewish quarters which were quite quaint, minus the hordes of tourists sifting their way through.  I decided to head straight to the top attraction before the rush, the Mezquita Cathedral, but the main quarters were still closed, and the reason was not good news…literally thousands of school kids were in line to enter the attraction.  Not only that, groups in the hundreds were plodding their way around me viewing other attractions.  On top of this, tour bus operators were fighting for a piece of their own sliver of real-estate.  I hated every second of it!

Orange trees and cool firs everywhere
I fled to the Roman bridge hoping to find relief if for just one minute.  I was able to snap a few pictures before being flanked from the opposite river bank.  This type of travelling was not for me, and I decided to take this opportunity to attempt getting lost in the back streets.  It wasn't any better.

I was relieved to see my pre-booked 12pm tower access was ready to be redeemed.

Ahh, the famous Roman bridge
In my opinion, 30 minutes for 2 Euros was worth the cost to see panoramic views of the entire city.  There were several levels (one with lots of bells) to capture pictures to my hearts delight.  Many couples also took this time to show their affection for each other.  In fact, my entire time in Cordoba, people felt the need to display pda right in front of me, and it appeared it was just for me (I know I know, it's not unusual here, but come on!).  It was just another layer of annoyance that I didn't need.

I was ready to head down and leave the lovebirds to themselves and grab some food.  It was a race against time because at this point, the heat was really amplifying…reaching 35C by 1pm.

Old style Spain
Has kind of a fictional feel to it
Looking down from the tower
The highlight of Cordoba, the Mezquita Cathedral
Looking down from the bell tower
I headed to a part of the city I had yet explored, to only find myself stumbling on one of the more popular plazas… Plaza de Las Tendillas.  I saw a popular patio and retreated to one of the umbrellas to escape the heat.  The "Gran Bar" appeared to be a legit establishment, but after spending 2 hours receiving horrendous service, I left all flustered and annoyed.  This was something not helping my current mood.

Cordoba was rubbing me the wrong way, and I found myself just wanting to escape all the love birds and old aged tourists, and head back to the place I fell in love with…Seville (sorry if I'm offending anyone, I'm just not a big fan of huge rude/loud asian tour groups and 70+ year old bus convoys).  Problem was….my return train was for 8:30pm…and it was only 3pm!!

My shrimp salad…tasty, but the service was horrendous!
Great little plaza in Cordoba...Plaza de Las Tendillas
I walked several km to burn off the time, and then snacked on junk food for the last hour in the train station.  I was not feeling it, and even the first class train (with free wine included) provided little relieve to my sore annoyed body.

After departing the train 40 minutes later, I sped walked to my apartment, and once again enjoyed a few olives and tomatoes with a glass of wine (hmm, I might be overindulging in wine? haha).

Tomorrow would be better, I'm sure of it!

Day 4

I woke up with a persistent sore throat.  I tried to wash away the tickle with lots of water with no avail.  I did not want this to grow into a full blown cold.  I headed out to eat a proper english breakfast for the first time since leaving Canada.  If there was one thing North Americans knew…it was breakfast!  I walked in circles for 45 minutes not able to chose a spot.  Side note: I tend to do this when parking as well…always expecting to find a better spot around the corner… another annoyance to significant others, I'm sure of it lol.  I finally found one, and after 9 Euros of bliss, I headed to the Catheral to line up for the 11am opening.

The line up was long, but after a 30 minute wait, I was in…entrance fee 9 Euros.  I tried my best to take my time, optimizing my bang for the buck.  Most websites say it should take roughly 2 hours to view, but even with my attempts to immerse myself in the history, I was done in 1 hour.

My iPhone case wrecks these types of photos
Thought this was a bit odd
The main mass area in the Cathedral
The tower for me was the highlight.  I've always been more of a landscape/vista type guy, and less on the museums and temples (hmmm,  I seem to only travel to these parts of the world haha).

From the Bell tower looking towards the river NW
Lots of gold leaf in this place
I packed up my things and decided to head to the bus station 3km to the west.  The 2:30 bus to Granada would be 3 hours, and I surprisingly looked forward to it.  I sped walked down the narrow cobbled alleys sweating my butt off under the heat, just hoping to be an hour early to avoid any stress.  I finally arrived well ahead of schedule. I asked the information lady where my bus would be assigned.  She looked at my sweaty face and quietly uttered "There is another station, it's on the other side of the city".  What!  And you know what made it funnier... it was on the complete opposite side of my apartment!  SHIT!  I had 45 minutes to make it there with the provided tourist map given to me by the sympathetic info lady.  The good news was, I was handling the stress surprisingly quite well.

Now, normal people would hail a cab.  Not me!   Like usual, I high stepped myself across town hoping for a successful conclusion.

In a sticky mess, cloths clinging to me, I made it to the other station in time, and had a front row in the bus all to myself….thank goodness I didn't panic lol.

3 hours later, we reach Granada. The city bus was pretty straight forward, and I figured I had everything figured out.  Unfortunately my google maps was not printed properly, and it didn't take me long to get lost…and this time I was in a real pickle!

First, I was lost in a tight quartered Arabic market on a steep hill.  After getting some help from a fellow traveler, I once again found myself turned around in a compound low in the valley.  On top of that, apparently the so called compound was private, and the doors behind me locked.  On top of THAT, there was a guard dog, but thankfully he took a liking to me.  I tried to find a wall to scale over with no success, until someone saw me and told me I needed to get out.  I couldn't!  They ushered me out, only to find myself still lost at 7:30pm!

Long story short, I inadvertently climbed several hills before being forced to ask once again where the hell I was.  By 8pm, I found the damn place!  Thank GOD it was an amazing place…my biggest splurge of the trip.

My room at Solar Montes Carlos…tough place to find!
My patio with the Alhambra in view
Now, I should mention, this city caught me off guard.  I was astonished at how many hippies/gypsies there were here!  Parachute pants, dreads, bongos,  tackiness as far as the eye could see.  This blog I found kinda summed it up perfectly...

After a long day of mistakes (something I usually take pride in with my travel experience), I was treated to a wonderful sunset, and an even better shower:)

I look tired, but needed a few pics of me here
Fantastic sunset
Views like this are hard to beat
That's a wrap for tonight
I capped the night off with a local Alhambra beer, accompanied by a authentic meet sub prepared a few blocks from my hotel.  Tomorrow should be interesting.

Day 5

My dream woke me up for day 5, and had me quite rattled (which never happens to me).  The Alhambra opened at 8:30, and my scheduled entrance to the sought after Nasrid palace within its walls was for 10:30.  I made my way down the hill and through the forest to an extremely complex ticket entrance.  Hundreds of confused people herded through several different lines.  After an hour with my pre-purchased ticket (16 Euros), I was finally in.  The complex was impressive, but I wasn't sure how the average 3 hour viewing time was going to be reached by me, BUT, after touring the Nasrid Palace, I finished visiting the Alhambra in almost 4 hours.  The rooms were stunning, some of the most detail I've ever seen! Pictures could not do it justice.  Outside of the extraordinary inner quarters, the ponds throughout Alhambra were also mesmerizing.  On top of that, the several vantage points overlooking the entire city was the feather in the cap.  For a place so large, so diverse,  so peaceful, while hosting thousands of eager tourists, it was no surprise that the Alhambra was one of the top attractions in all of Spain.

View looking towards my hotel from the Alhambra
The entire reason to see the Alhambra imo is the inner palace, and the insane detailed carvings!
Entire rooms are carved to this detail, and then colour added
The Alhambra is known for it's water system flowing throughout the complex
The famous goat fountain

After finishing up,  I walked down the hill back into town near the cathedral for lunch.  It seemed the thing to do in Granada was to order 3 course meals, so I did, (for only 10 Euros).  My spanish omelette, chick pea stew, and caramel creme were perfectly executed.  I wanted to savour the meal, but I needed to get back to my room as my encroaching cold started to agitate me.  yeahhh, siesta time:)

I awoke with some rare energy to exert, so I took this opportunity and looked for the tallest hill to climb to view the upcoming sunset. Coincidentally, this desired haunt was home to Ermita de San Miguel Alto, a run down church with a unique appeal to it.   I arrived to find a few dozen locals chillin, drinking beer and smoking pot.  I took my seat and enjoyed a relaxing sunset away from the tourists ….something which was missing on this trip.

Spanish omlette, a must when in Spain
Caramel creme

Granada just has an awesome feel to it
Near my hotel in the Albayzin region
Off the beaten track up in the hills where the locals drink…I hiked up for better views
squatters live in places like this in the hills and forest
Top of Ermita de San Miguel Alto
I was loving this town with it's rustic quaint charm, and could see the infatuation shared by so many different demographics.  I took a seat at an outdoor restaurant in the hills and enjoyed an amazing artichoke ham salad with lots of garlic and olive oil….man they know how to do artichokes here!

I think I could of stayed one more day here, but tomorrow would be an early morning on the bus to Malaga.

Such a yummy artichoke ham garlic dinner, 11 Euros

Day 6

Alarm clock jolted me out the door at 7am.  I walked a few km to the SN1 bus and without incident, was at the bus station 45 minutes early.  9am rolled around, and I started to take notice a large group building, making their way to the bus docks.  I followed thinking this should be pretty straight forward.  Nope!
For some silly reason, there were 4 buses going to Malaga, and ALL 4 parked beside each other.  So imagine 100 or so people trying to make sense out of it, all while I tried interpreting the chaos in the maddening kerfuffle.  On top of that, several of the buses had two stops, one for the airport, one for city centre.  Add that to the confusion, and it just became laughable to many of us.   In all the confusion, I met a couple from Vancouver sorting out the same mess.  They were super friendly, and we ended up incidentally booking seats together.

The ride was quick, and in under 2 hours, we had arrived.  Right away, I fell in love with the city!  It became one of the better walking cities I've ever experienced!  They had wonderful gardens to commute through, clean harbours with shopping, and mountains with views….what more could one ask for.

The cathedral was 1 minute from my apartment
My airb&b was in the middle of everything, and made getting around really easy.  I decided to forfeit going into anymore cathedrals…I had a pretty good idea what was inside lol.  I instead went hunting for views, and found them up on Mirador de Gibralfaro, and actually sat up there for 2 hours watching the sun set.  I also really enjoyed the harbour, watching the cruise ships come in and out.

The harbour walk…great vibe
More of the harbour walk
I swung by the food market to buy some more wine and apples which seemed to be a good fall back on this trip….a bottle of wine was only 1.5 Euros! haha.  Again, I randomly ran into the Vancouver couple doing the same thing.  I regretted not asking them to meet for a drink later, but who knows, maybe I would see them on the beach, (I didn't).
I ended the day with some good seafood tapas (and of course some wine) calling it a night at 9:30.  Tomorrow would be a rare brain-dead beach day!

The food market
Only 1.5 Euros haha
These seagulls refused to move!
Just another vista enjoyed in Spain
Just because
A few tapas to cap the night off

Day 7

Woke up at 8:30 after a long night of dogs barking and neighbours coming and going till the wee hours. I turned the TV on to the music station, and immediately heard the song I've heard four times since being in Spain…Jon Secada's "Just another day"….going strong for over 20 years here haha.

My jog near the harbour
With my morning euphoria, I took the opportunity to take a 6km jog down to the harbour and back, and as a result, felt a bit better from the cold that was in full force now.  I decided to do some laundry and have a hearty english breakfast before the beach.

As expected, the beach was exactly what I needed.  The water was a perfect temperature, and the 3 Euro beach mojito was a nice added touch from the shady looking man lol.

Much better then expected
Yes, if you were wondering, there were more topless women then the eye could see.  It fascinates me the lengths women will go to be tan-line free.  I also had an epiphany while I laid in the sun avoiding being scorched by the sun…I wonder how many single men out there were walking around with burned backs.  It was frustrating not being able to reach my back for sunscreen.  I can't really ask someone to do it…that would be just creepy lol.  Anyways, where was I…ah yes...That was my pet peeve of the day…well that, and losing 10 Euros on the street today.  If those were my worst moments today…I think my day was shaping out all right.

Once I had enough unhealthy colour added, I headed back to my pad, and to my surprise, still had some residual energy lingering.  So why the hell not….I got right back out there and rented a bike.  I headed east and logged 40km…not a bad off day.

My bike ride nearing playa Victoria
I capped the day off with some ice cream (they sure love their cold treats here) followed by some cheap tapas.  I really wanted to try Espetos Sardines (sardines on a skewer….specialty in Malaga), but kept on missing the opportunity:(

The nights are always alive
Common practice…meat cut right off the leg and served immediately
Day 8

I had some time to burn before my 11am train to Madrid, and seeing I enjoyed Malaga so much, I decided to have a traditional breakfast in the sun before boarding.  I ordered the churros which is apparently a simply prepared healthy (so they say) morning snack with few ingredients, BUT, what I was not aware of was the large cup of chocolate that came with it.  Wha??  I dipped my churros feeling guilty of the dessert like meal I ended up enjoying.  When I finished, the waiter was shocked I didn't finish the cup.  What!  Are you kidding me?  I looked to my right, and saw my  neighbours downing their entire cup of chocolate, and too the left saw 2 enjoying a mug of beer.  Seriously…how are you guys so skinny over here!?

Spanish breakfast…churros.  The cup on the left is full of Chocolate!
The bullet train was quite enjoyable, and after a quick 3 hours to Madrid, followed by a 15-minute walk, I made it to my quaint historic 3rd floor B&B.  Today was my only real day to tour Madrid, so I made the most of it and headed straight out.

I loved Madrid!  Reminded me of Paris, just much more hip, more alternative, and slightly cheaper.  There were so many historical sites to visit, and half a day did not do it justice (not even close).  I saw what I could in the time I had…. including plaza mayor, Retiro Park, the Royal Palace, Gran Via, plus much more, and then called it a day. 

Plaza Mayor
Lots of palaces and museums here
On my way back to the B&B
What can I say…I like fountains, and Madrid has tons!
The shopping streets here are pretty amazing…good thing I wasn't with a shopper lol
My room for 2 nights
I took a quick nap to give my sore feet a break from all the walking I’ve been doing, but couldn’t waste time during this portion of my trip.  I needed to utilize my time and see and do as much as possible.  I headed straight back out to the famous food market near plaza Mayor and decided to make this my splurge night.  I enjoyed several wonderful tapas and several beers.  I met a nice couple from South Africa, and a couple from the Netherlands, but it started getting late (12am), and I had an early day in Toledo, so I needed to cap myself off.

Problem was…I was a bit drunk, and didn’t remember the streets.  Not only that, I had no map, and was fully turned around.  It took me over an hour to get back to the B&B!!..... it should of only taken 10 minutes! 

Mental note: Don’t venture out for drinks without a solid understanding of your location lol.

The baked clam was amazing
This was a real hoping place…though I did feel a bit underdressed 
A type of fish, a speciality here. Looks really gross, but not half bad
Each one of those suckers cost 14 Euros!
Lots of people ordered this octopus plate…too big for just me:(

Day 9

I delayed my Toledo train today for a few hours allowing me to enjoy the breakfast at my accommodations.  The host was very friendly, and the 7 guests at the table with me were great companions.  After a few laughs over Trump (the American guests), and capital gain structures in New Zealand (Ausie and Kiwi guests), I headed off to Toledo, only a 30 minute train ride away.

My train to and from Toledo
The plan was to walk everything, and then conclude the day by walking the entire perimeter to witness the best vantage points.  The info booth lady thought I was crazy, but it was only an extra 5km I remembered thinking!

The city was quite unique with its renaissance characteristics.  Every corner seemed to either have a castle, church, or knife store.  The town was quite small, so it didn’t take long to see what I needed.  After a quick pasta dish to refuel me, I was ready for my long-ish walk.

Good start to the walk!
Entire town built on a hill, surrounded by a river
I walked up the progressively inclined road for what seemed like ages (in the blazing sun) until I ran out of sidewalk.  I thought it was odd to have no where to walk, but decided to continue on…………………………until I reassessed after 4km.  Something was not right.  I couldn’t see the town anymore, and the numbers were not adding up.  I had to make the hard choice to jog back down the hill to see where I went wrong.  Well f&^k, I somehow missed a turn.  One of the few times I was glad to be traveling alone, I would of really heard it from my partner I'm sure of it haha.  Nothing like a 8km mistake:)

Yup…I'm a bit out of town

I found the hallowed sidewalk, which led me directly to the embarrassingly easy located viewpoint.  I was a sweaty mess at this point, and was happy to be finished the day 2 hours early.  Thankfully I was able to change my 7pm train to 3:30, allowing me to enjoy a bit more of Madrid.

Finally arrived to my view point
Yeah, I was a bit tired at this point
Pretty cool town
Almost back to the train station
A quick shower followed by a 20 minute rest, I was ready to tackle a few more sites in Madrid.  I took advantage of the 2 free hours offered, (between 6-8pm) in the Prado Museum (the top attraction in the entire city).  I felt guilty I couldn’t appreciate the art as much as most presently were, but I guess when it’s not your thing, it’s not your thing!

I finished the night off with my last sangria of the trip, paired with 2 tapas, and called it a night. 


Spain was a surprise for me.  Lots of tourists everywhere, but everything seemed clean and organized.  Locals took pride in their appearance, and refinement was quite evident.  Food and socializing was the focal point of everything, and I was a bit jealous we didn’t have that here in Canada.  I do feel Spain would be up near the top of my list if I was able to share with a significant other, but I was able to make due, and enjoyed my time in such a historic colorful country.

Day 10 was just a very long flight back to Canada…with extreme jet lag.  I had a 8 hr work shift the following morning…yikes!


  1. Jan Littlechilds12 October 2016 at 13:42

    Didn't disappoint :) Was funny and full of information.

  2. Chanced upon your blog while doing research on China. Love the candid and honest style of your writeups. Jumping over to your Safari blog now. :)

    1. Thanks for reading! Hope your trip works out well:)

  3. Thanks Ben! Should be ok since my wife and I speak pretty good Mandarin. :) Let me know if you are heading to Iceland. Been there a few times and know the places quite well.