As one of the lesser known “coasts” in Europe (Amalfi being the the usual go-to for travelers), the Algarve Coast is a quickly growing tourist destination thanks to the hundreds of picturesque snapshots floating around on social media (and really the only reason I knew this place existed). After discovering some of these pictures myself, I immediately added Lagos to my “while living in Europe” bucket list. I mean, come on:
A few months ago, I was on a work trip to Cologne and expressed interest in going to Lagos to one of my coworkers and sure enough, he wanted to go to Portugal that same weekend. Yay! I had to do zero convincing and we booked the flight immediately (literally on the bus en route to Cologne). We sent the flight info to a few others in hope they would join and before we knew it, we had a group of five to travel with. The more the merrier! The following two months crawled by as I anxiously waited to get back to some sunshine. It had been way too long since I was able to drink some fruity beverages with a cute umbrella on the beach.
Memorial Day weekend finally came and I was headed for some saltwater and sunshine! A mid-afternoon flight was quite the treat as RyanAir flights usually leave around 6:00AM and I live 90 minutes from the airport, so you do the math- those days are usually a little rough. However, leave it to me… I still had to rush to make that afternoon flight (thank goodness for the unrestricted speed limits on the Autobahn otherwise I definitely would’ve missed it). We made it to the airport, checked in, and were off! Shout out to RyanAir for randomly putting me in the front row (without the extra fee). I was spoiled with leg room and it partially made up for my horrible experience with them a few weeks ago… We arrived around 5:00PM, hopped in our rental, and drove the the 90km from Faro Airport to Lagos.
Our Airbnb was in an apartment complex walking distance from city center and the beach. It couldn’t have been more perfect! Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a pull out couch- perfect for our group of five. Our host greeted us with a beautiful ocean view, fresh fruit, and a delicious bottle of wine. We freshened up, drank the wine, and headed into town for the night.
For dinner, we ate at a restaurant called Nah Nah Bah and it was honestly one of the best meals I’ve ever had in my life. It is a burger joint run by a group of ex-pats who know exactly what they are doing in the kitchen. After a few drinks, we were able to convince the owner to join us for a round of shots and it was exactly what we needed to kick-start the night.
As a major weekend destination for college students who are “finding themselves abroad” [no judgement- that was me five years ago 🙂 ] it was very easy for us to revert back to our college days. Beer bongs and all (sorry mom). This place knows how to party!!! After dinner, we roamed around town to check-out a few more bars and for sure danced off all the calories from dinner. I can promise you if you’re ever in Lagos, just walk into any bar and you wont be disappointed. Night one was a total success!
I often forget how long I’ve lived overseas and I become complacent with the opportunities around me. Part of my new years resolution is to be more spontaneous with traveling, and for those of you who have seen my Instagram posts for the last two years may wonder how that’s even possible. Well, I spend many weekends binge watching Game of Thrones or House of Cards, that six months have gone by since I moved here and there is so much more I could be doing! Everyone needs those Saturdays once in awhile, but I prefer to stay busy.
Yesterday started off as a regular Saturday. Woke up around 9:00am, had my coffee, and lazed around for a good part of the morning. Unfortunately, pneumonia and bronchitis got the best of me the last three weeks so I haven’t been able to kick-start this resolution and do anything exciting. I planned on spending my weekend meal-prepping and moving my bedroom/bathroom essentials to the main floor of my house as I get ready for knee surgery tomorrow. Stairs will be my enemy for the next few weeks so the only thing that will occupy my second floor will be the mystery rodents who I hear in my floorboards at night. Farmhouse living at its finest! I’m praying for a speedy recovery, but I’m not quite sure the next time I’ll be able to travel as recklessly as I usually do. With this in mind, I knew I needed to get out!
I made a few phone calls and within 20 minutes, everyone was onboard! With limited hours of daylight left, we needed to pick somewhere relatively close. My first pick was Heidelberg (about an hour drive), but a few people had already gone so it was crossed off the list. Next pick was Trier- the oldest city in Germany filled with Roman baths and ruins. Seems like an obvious pick, but with so much to see we decided we’d need an entire day (at least). Our final pick was Saarbrücken, a city located on the French border less than 30 minutes away. I knew France was close, but didn’t realize THAT close. We filled up the car and were off!
We spent the afternoon shopping and wandering the streets enjoying the warmest day we’ve had in awhile. As the sun began to set, the boys decided to grab a beer and us girls spent some more time walking along the river. It wasn’t the cleanest or most scenic walk- graffiti under the bridges and clouds of smoke in the air- but a sunset over the water is always nice and we weren’t going to turn it down.
We caught up with boys for a drink and switched up locations for dinner at a local brewery. It was a hipster corner bar with an awesome vibe, but we unfortunately fell victim to the “lets put the Americans in the back” curse, so they brought us up the stairs, around the corner, down the hall into a completely empty room…despite all the empty tables we passed along the way. Nonetheless, the food was delicious and the company was great! We spent a few hours eating and drinking before hitting the road for the drive back home.
My next big trip isn’t scheduled until the end of March, so until then I’ll be rehabbing my knee to make sure I can fill my weekends with more spontaneous trips like these. Here’s to many more!
My original plan for Thanksgiving was to spend my weekend in a cabin in Zermatt- drink coffee (…wine…) and eat pastries while watching the sunrise over the Matterhorn (so majestic). Logistically, Switzerland was a bit more complicated so I decided to book Paris instead! Rough life.
I traveled to Paris in Spring of 2012 and was lucky enough to go with an amazing group of girls. We hit all the touristy sites and were typical college students who got caught trying to sneak in extra people to our hostel room to save a few bucks (sorry, Lauren). We checked off the Louvre to see the Mona Lisa, the windy climb up the Eiffel Tower, and most importantly eating an entire 25 cent baguette and a banana-nutella crêpe on the steps of the Sacré-Cœur . This time however, I was looking forward to a much more relaxing visit (still inclusive of all the baguettes and crêpes, of course)!
Thanksgiving morning started off with an early train ride from Kaiserslautern to Paris; roughly about 2 1/2 hours and only two stops along the way. It’s still hard to believe I live THAT close to Paris and I waited this long to go! We arrived around 9:30am and immediately hopped on the subway to get to our Airbnb. This was my first time trying one out and I was really excited for something a little different. We stayed on a busy pedestrian street (Rue Montorgueil) lined with restaurants, cafés, cheese shops, wine shops, flower stands- you name it! It’s centrally located between two subway stops that could get us anywhere in the city; couldn’t have been more perfect.
Our host requested we pick up the key at one of the local cafés, but just to my luck my phone died just as I got off the subway and I had no idea where this café was. Stubborn me decided I’d try and find it on my own, but quickly failed at doing so. My level-headed friend asked for some directions and much to our luck I didn’t get us (too) lost.
After picking up the key, we headed to the apartment where we struggled at figuring out how it worked. We entered the building with a door code, but the key itself didn’t fit in the apartment door. We tried for a couple minutes (how many different ways can you put a key in a door idk…), made sure we were on the right floor, and still after no luck, texted a picture of the door to our host who quickly responded telling us we were in the wrong building! But then how did the door code to the building work?! Sketchy.
After climbing six flights of stairs in the correct building, we dropped the bags in our adorable Parisian room and took off on our day of sightseeing! We spent the day galavanting around the Eiffel Tower, Champs-Élysées, and a wonderful Christmas market we coincidentally stumbled upon. The weather was perfect and I had my first taste of gluhwein- hot mulled wine made with plenty of spices and christmas love! But then again, maybe that’s why the weather seemed perfect 🙂
That evening, I had a great Thanksgiving celebration with my cousin and some friends, complete with all of my favorite dishes. At the end of the night, my cousin was walking me home and we were given an up-down by part of a film crew as we were about to walk through their scene. Didn’t think that’s something we’d stumble across at 2:30 in the morning… but luckily we were dressed “nice enough” for their film and were walking in a straight(ish) line on the cobblestone. So lucky for us she let us walk through and we didn’t need to take a detour (thank goodness because I was actually wearing heels and definitely struggling on that cobblestone). So hey, if you’re into French films maybe you’ll see the back of my head at a theater near you!
The next day we got off to a late start but still made time for a delicious brunch at Claus; a chic, bakery-style café just a short walk from our apartment. We ended up waiting in line for about twenty minutes, but reviews made this place sound like a must so we braved the cold to give it a try. I ordered the “super bowl” which I assumed to be more or less similar to an açaí bowl- which it was! Very delicious, but it unfortunately wasn’t “American size” and I had to fill up on an assortment of breads. Always worth the carbs.
Following brunch we spent the rest of the afternoon at the Louvre and Notre Dame- not as rushed as the last time I went so it was nice to avoid the crowds. When we made it to Notre Dame, it was already dusk so we decided to spend more time inside the Cathedral- it was amazing compared to my first experience! Not as many people, dimly lit by candlelight and honestly a little of spooky. I was just waiting for Frollo or Quasimodo to emerge from the dark corner behind the moving Nativity scene. Unfortunately, the candle I lit for the ND football game didn’t make it to God in time because, well…yea….
We spent the rest of the evening walking around the city and ended the night with some decaf and pastries.
I’m noticing this blog is getting long, so really the only important thing about our third day was CHIPOTLE! Yes, Paris has a Chipotle. Portions are half and the prices are double, but I had no choice. Chipotle withdrawals are a real thing.
As I end my weekend in Paris, I am so thankful for the opportunities I have been given and smile when I reflect on the last year of my life (thirteen new countries later, like what?!). This was my third year away from my family for Thanksgiving and as wonderful as Paris is, it’s still not home. So I hope you kissed your parents, cuddled with your dogs, and didn’t take watching football games at normal hours for granted ♥
It has officially been three months since I moved to Germany (ahem, *Deutschland) and I finally decided to start a blog! I attempted in the past during my travels through Asia, but I always found myself resorting to Netflix and/or sleep (priorities, amirite?). Now that I’ve signed on for a few more years abroad, I figured now is as good as ever!
One thing I know about myself is I am not good with change; this adjustment has been much more difficult than my first move overseas. I still can’t seem to shake the urge to go back to Korea, order my favorite chicken, and go to the hipster coffee shop outside my apartment (this place gives Seattle or SanFran a run for it’s money). However, one more thing I know is I learn the most about myself when I’m out of my comfort zone. Moving to Korea two years ago was the most uncomfortable and terrifying thing I’ve done. Now, people get annoyed because I can’t shut up about it! It was the biggest blessing in disguise.
July 27th, 2016- Moving day! But more importantly- my birthday! Who decides to give themselves the gift of no friends and a strange country? I do, obviously. After my month long, six-country finale of living in Asia, the big move to Europe seamlessly lined up with my birthday. Perfect way to start my Kobe year!
In Seoul, you can check your bags at the train station and make an easier commute on an $8 train and forgo the $70 taxi. After a painful episode trying to check-in to my flight (you’d think the language barrier would’ve gotten easier after two years…) I was off! Or so I thought…
One of the airline workers came running after me to give me the fantastic news that my suitcase broke as they were loading it up. To be fair, I packed the shit out of the bag, but my train was leaving in 10 minutes and I had no idea what I was going to do. After fumbling ideas around and failing to find a luggage store, I checked my clothes in a garbage bag. A GARBAGE BAG! Yes, I was that person who was picked up from the airport by her new coworkers with her clothes in a garbage bag. Classy.
After arriving in Germany, we took off on the 90 minute drive down to Kaiserslautern- my new home! I checked into my hotel and settled into my temporary lodging. Keep in mind, I had been living out of a suitcase for over a month at this point and was extremely anxious to have my own space again. Little did I know, the house hunt was going to be such an exhausting process.
After looking through dozens (literally, dozens) of houses, apartments, and townhomes, I finally found one that gave me “the feeling.” It is 100% not what I expected, but it is the cutest farmhouse in a quiet village less than 10 minutes from work. There is a barn connected to the back, providing my house with lots of spiders and ghosts- all the company I need!
Despite having moved in over a month ago, the unpacking process is still in the works. And by unpacking, I mean everything is out of the boxes and now just a mess on the floor…oops. It’s a delicate process, but I’m pretty sure my fish is pissed that I keep moving him around every other day as I try to figure out the aesthetics of this place. Sorry dude.
I know realistically my parents and maybe a few of my cousins will be the only ones reading this, BUT now I don’t have to tell the same story multiple times. Efficient AF.