Arriving in Girona
Barcelona Beach
Xavier's Boat
Arc de Triomf
Arc de Triomf 2
We took this one minutes before having lunch at Wok :) – O Barrachina de Barcelona
Arc de Triomf 3
The Ring
http://www.caguei.com
One crazy shot of monaco for you peeps
The Monte-Carlo stop was a secret place. We didn’t include it in the original plan, and we got there by train – not by our beloved Ryanair plane.
The train station
Ok, after a couple of weeks dealing with all the things we left behind before travelling, we’re back, to post a few pictures of the trip. This is Italy:
The First Picture - Ahhhhhhhh Italia
First Night Out - Turin - Dinner with our host Francesca
Blue Blood - Red Blood
Some Giant Nutellas
Italian Peppers
Beijo Me Liga
Turin
Damn you Carrefour!
Ventimiglia | Coming Back from Monaco
And just like that we’re home. What a let down! The last few days were tense, we rushed from place to place and we didn’t see enough of places… but I’m still grateful to be home in clean clothes, clean socks, curled up under a familiar blanket and looking out at our backyard.
We have a great big backlog of pictures, videos, stories and mayhem so they will be trickling out onto here soon enough :) We got all the post cards out and had a fantastic time sharing our experiences with all of you.
xx Gillian
This trip has been filled with surprises. But the quirkiest one is the IKEA connection. Every single place we go there’s an IKEA reference, a tip, a symbol and most importantly, a CATALOGUE!
The night before we left Manchester, our IKEA catalogue arrived on our doorstep. It was the first correspondence we’ve got in our new house – even though we’ve never ordered IKEA before. Gillian thought it was such a shame we wouldn’t have time to browse the catalog, but little did we know…
When in Brussels, at the entrance to Verity’s apartment was an IKEA catalog. Of course, her flat is furnished with IKEA and that’s ok, a coincidence. But when we got to Turin, not only Francesca’s apartment was filled with IKEA boxes and furniture but we had a surprise as we walked down the Porta Palazzio. Holding our hot Pizzas ao Taglio, ready to eat them, we stumbled upon two IKEA catalogues, delicately balanced on a hydrant. There were two, so we took one to Francesca’s apartment.
So far, no IKEA in Spain. We’re loving Palma and we can’t wait to show you some of the good times we’ve had.
Love from Palma,
Gillian y Fritz
