If you visit Girona, like I did recently, one of the most surreal things you can do is visit Dali’s Castle of Pubol, also known as the Gala Dali Castle. Oh and btw… “surreal”? Pun intended 😉
If you are looking for gluten free Girona advice… you have come to the right place! As you know by now, my care free foodie-traveling lifestyle is slightly hampered by a little devil called gluten. Never fear in Girona, though: I ate til my heart’s content! Of course, this came with the help of my Girona-resident friends Alexia and Angela, who were perfect tour guides, translators, and gluten free Girona connoisseurs.
Everyone loves a freebie, so I’m kicking off my posts on my recent travels with the top 10 free things to do in Girona, Spain!
I recently spent about a week in Girona, enjoying a mini reunion of my international student friends from last year. Two of these lovely ladies go to university in Girona. Alexia also happens to have lived in Girona her whole life so I’m not short of expert opinion when it comes to this list of free things to do in Girona. To even further boost the reliability of this post, I’ll also mention that my friends both study Tourism… making them the ideal hosts and ultimate sources of information on 1) tourist-worthy and 2) free things to do in Girona ;P
I visited Valencia this past Spring, and I can’t stop thinking about it. But for some reason I’ve hardly written about it, just one wee post. I’ve been meaning to tell you guys more about it: the fresh orange juice, the long bike rides, bustling markets, endless wine and tapas, late mornings and late nights, our feisty little Airbnb cat, and long, relaxed ambles through the ancient-looking alleys, lined with palm trees and bright, hanging laundry.
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I haven’t bit the bullet yet and *really* done solo traveling, which seems to be all the rage right now. I did, however, find myself alone in Madrid a couple months ago. I’d traveled through Spain with friends seeing Valencia and Cuenca, but had one day in Madrid on my own before I flew to Marrakech, Morocco.
This is a story of marginalization, resilience, and paint.
I’ve written about Cuenca, Spain before, this unusual and off the radar city, and my short visit to my friend Tim who’s been living there for the last year. Tim is an artist and a poet, but more than that he is an explorer – and I am so happy he is, or I never would’ve seen the beautiful underbelly of Cuenca. The street art of Barrio San Anton.
After Valencia I traveled on to CUENCA, SPAIN. Miles of burned vineyards later and I stepped off the train platform into a bland concrete block. Not what I was expecting. Cuenca isn’t exactly on the tourist radar, but I’d seen my friend Tim’s Instagram photos of hanging cliff houses and endless winding rivers, and it did not look like this.
Yesterday, I was in Africa. Today, I am sitting on my bed in Plymouth after my first day back in University, with half my homework completed, a run planned for the evening, and sand from the Sahara desert still stuck in my shoes. What I’m saying is: life is a whirlwind, especially these last two weeks! I’m really excited to share all my stories, tips, and especially photos on my blog.