The culmination of our February trip was of course Gallifrey One.

There were multiple reasons I was excited to go; I missed last year, I hadn’t been to a proper convention in a while, and of course it would be my first trip back to California in a year. But I was also excited to have John attend his first Gally.

The morning  in Santa Monica started with a bad omen, a broken statue of Mercury, god of travellers. But perhaps because a replacement was procured speedily her was a forgiving god and our trip to the hotel went smoothly, as did our eventual plane ride home, although we did get lost between the bus and the LAX Marriott… so take that as you will.

At the hotel we found we only had one bed and had to get a rollaway, which was a bit annoying-I wish they would guarantee that somehow. Beds sorted we went and  stocked up on supplies for the weekend; snacks, beer, and a couple bottles of wine. By the end of this I was pretty pooped and needed a shower and change of clothes to get into convention mode so John went off to participate in the traditional In & Out burger run that kicks Gally off while I puttered about getting ready.

As it turned out I had misunderstood the description and the burger run was an actual outing where the entire group walks to In & Out and orders individually, which frankly seems like a terrible idea. But John had In & Out, which is a rite of passage, and got a ribbon out of it to boot so all’s well that ends well. He also came back with several new Pokemon, as the new expansion had just launched. Luckily the hotel had five pokestops of its own so they were pretty thick on the ground all weekend.

Fed and cleaned it was time for the ice cream social, which is a con event but technically takes place before the convention officially starts. There were good ice cream flavours and by this time Palle had arrived and Bryan and Mette where running around as well. They introduced us to some of their friends, and I ran into a few people I knew pretty quickly. We finished off the night mixing questionable drinks in their room, including a pint glass of a surprisingly good irridescent green drink.

Friday was the first official day of the convention and we started it with a Denny’s breakfast. Previous years I have occasionally ventured out of the hotel for food but didn’t realize there even was a Denny’s nearby. Probably I would have been less excited about it when I lived walking distance to a diner, but breakfast food is one of the great American traditins so that was nice.

Back at the con it was time for the Opening Ceremony, which may or may not have been replaced by Radio Free Skaro interviews. I thought it had but someone later said that there is still a more traditional guest intro kind of thing later. In any case the interviews were good but not the right energy level for a con kick-off so we left after a while and spent the rest of the day in a variety of panels. I enjoy behind the scenes stuff so always get a kick out of the classic actors telling war stories and/or current folks discussing the industry-and I got plenty of both during this Gally, as well as a top notch interview with first time guest Lalla Ward and a hilarious Naoko Mori and Gareth David-Lloyd joint interview.

The Friday evening event this year was The Idiot’s Lantern. Basically a series of comedy sketches centered around Doctor Who, ranging from really clever and funny to pretty silly. Annoyingly there were some people sitting behind us who did not like the show but also seemed to forget they were free to leave, thank goodness they eventually remembered. The best bits were probably Tony Lee as Captain Kirk and a silly but amusing Kylo Ren sketch with a surprise Rick & Morty twist. After the show I assume there was drinking, it’s all a bit hazy tbh.

Saturday is the big day on any convention, and we kicked it off with a visit from Andres who swung by and took us to have breakfast at The Coffee Company which was jam-packed but worth the wait.

After that the usual blur of panels took, chatting, and costume gawking took us to the afternoon where we managed to squeeze in a quick recording for the Geek Girl Crafts Podcast up in the room before heading down to Latitude 33 for our first hotel dinner of the weekend. We joined Jade, Erik, Jean, and Chris and there was a lot of Star Wars geekery, primarily between John and Jade. Like, a LOT. We were seated near the entrance so got to say hi to various folks as they came in, reminding me a bit of the good old days at the Coffee Garden.

Saturday’s centerpiece is of course the Masquerade. This was the first year no one I knew was participating, but it was still an enjoyable show with Tony Lee as MC. I may be mistaken but it seemed like there were also fewer Master division entries than usual. But there was definitely some good stuff up there all the same. And like at most conventions there was a halftime show while the judges, including Jude Hudson herself, went off to deliberate.

Normally the halftime is some sort of gameshow, but this time was a bit of a surprise as we got a band instead, called Awesome City Limits. Its no secret that I love it when conventions expand their usual repertoire, especially in regards to live geeky music which has experienced such an explosion of variety and talent in the last decade. And this band was pretty great so I was quite a happy camper.

The judges came back with their decisions, most of which I agreed with entirely, and then it was off to get some alcohol in my system in order to be ready for the Night of the Living Dead Discotheque. I had been excited to experience the DJ skills of Paul Condon, who was in charge two years ago and had been listed initially in the schedule, but Shawn Crosby did a fine job in his stead and I got a lot of dancing in. Once that wrapped (sadly early) there was a certain amount of running around culminating in the lobby, of course, where some people where running this all-night ribbon contest that was strange and confusing to my poor drunk and tired brain but all the same very entertaining.

There were no interesting early panels on Sunday thank goodness so we staggered off to Denny’s and generally had a chill day of watching one panel after another in the main room, partly because they were the most interesting ones and partly because of inertia. Then it was time for closing ceremonies, sad but always a bit of a love-fest. We left before next year’s preview in order to have dinner with Leigh Ann and Leo at a joint Italian and Persian place nearby. It isn’t fusion, but rather has the two cuisines separately. We chose the Persian and had some really amazing dishes including a pomegranate based one, fesenjan I think.

Sunday evening at Gally means drinking the last of the booze, trying to talk to everyone you have missed, and generally sucking the marrow out of the convention. We spent time in the smoking area watching the cool kids compare ribbon trains, and in the lobby getting increasingly maudlin, and we made facebook friends with a Gally fellow-traveller who happens to be local to us in Southampton. And then, sadly it was bedtime. But Gally always saves that last bit of magic for you, and we had a brief but lovely encounter with the luminous Lalla Ward on our way up to our room, and a final late night chat with the charming Simon Fisher-Becker.

And that was it, Gallifrey One was over for another year. Monday morning we ran some errands nearby, got back in time to say goodbye to friends, and then boarded our plane back home.


The last few months have been dispiriting to say the least, and for a lot of people I know one of the side-effects on a personal level a has been a distinct lack of enthusiasm for creative endeavours. Everything seems small and trivial when the world appears to be falling apart at a global geopolitical level.

So it was with mixed feelings that I made plans to travel to California for a two week visit culminating in attending Gallifrey One. The planning had happened in the run up and just after the election, and there were times when I seriously wondered if it wold be better to just cancel, but seeing the post-election protests and organizing did help a bit.

So on Feb 5th we flew into LAX, first to spend a few days with my sister in Santa Monica. We arrived to rainy weather which lasted most of the two weeks we were there with the exception of two lovely sunny days. The rain was the end of a decade long drought in California so one can’t complain too much, but on the other hand it also caused massive flooding and damage to the Oroville Dam, so it wasn’t a drizzle either.

While in SoCal we squeezed in as much as we could in a short time. The first thing we did though was check out the local Pokemon, because first of all Tauros but also as it turns out, big cities have waaaaay more Pokemon and Pokestops than small ones and LA, Santa Monica, Oakland, Berkeley, and SF are all pretty big. So many Pokemans y’all.

On the first morning John had some errands to run so after a nice big breakfast Ashley and I went to see the excellent, infuriating James Baldwin documentary I Am Not Your Negro. I have never read any Baldwin and expected a biographical look at his life and work, which it only sort of is. More than that it’s about the assassinations of Medgar Evers, Malcom X, and Martin Luther King Jr. and Baldwin’s thoughts on race relations in the US. The short takeaway is his quote that “white is a metaphor for power” .

After the movie we met up with John and headed downtown on the new Expo line, which is finally up and running, to visit The Last Bookstore. I had not heard of this place before but it is a wonderfully sprawling space filled with new and used books. The upstairs has an excellent science fiction section as well as a row of artist galleries and we spent a happy couple of hours exploring. Then it was back home where Andres cooked up a tasty pasta dinner and we tottered off to bed embarrassingly early.

Tuesday Ashley had to work so we headed out on our own and after pancakes at IHOP hopped on Expo to see the California Science Center where the Space Shuttle Endeavour is on display. We spent a couple of happy hours visiting that exhibit, which is already pretty great but apparently in the process of being upgraded till it was time to meet up with my brother, who picked us up and whisked us up to the Griffith Observatory for even more science.

I’m pretty sure I have been up to Griffith once before but found it closed on that visit, because I don’t remember the interior at all and it is pretty spectacular. We saw a show in the planetarium and then ran around looking at the various exhibits and the beautiful art deco building. One of the standouts for me is along the Cosmic Corridor down to the lower level along which 2200 pieces of astronomy related jewelry are displayed in a glittering ribbon.


Being Los Angeles, the drive home was long and full of traffic, so we arrived with plenty of appetite in time for a delicious steak dinner and some drinks before once more retiring at a sadly reasonable hour.

Wednesday my brother picked us up and kindly took up to a good old fifties diner called Pann’s where John had chicken and waffles and I had an excellent hot link breakfast.

We flew into Oakland rather than SF and caught more Pokemon (hella Magnemites) before getting BART to the Sunset where we were crashing with my old roommate Palle for the next few days. The first order of business was cuddles with Harold, who has gotten even rounder and fluffier since I saw her last. Cat soundly cuddled we walked up to El Burrito Express for a burrito and settled into mainline some Better Off Ted. It was a good, relaxing way to spend our first day in SF and culminated with a late night excursion with Mr. Joe Price to get milkshakes at Orphan Andy’s in the Castro, just like the good old days.

Thursday we’d planned to head into the city but right after our first breakfast at the trusty Tennessee Grill the skies opened up and a deluge of biblical proportions ensued. Umbrellas were useless and neither of us had brought waterproof shoes, much less proper raincoats, so we were soaked to the bone in seconds. We retreated to Palle’s and spent an enforced lazy day hiding from the weather. This allowed me to subject John to The Dalek Invasion of Earth and The Terror of the Autons in preparation for Gally. When Palle got home we ordered pizza from Cybelles and mainlined a bit more Better Off Ted. Not the best use of holiday time but enjoyable nontheless and given my continuing post-airplane sniffles probably about right.

Friday we headed to the East Bay and our first stop was Games of Berkeley, which has moved to new digs. I was a bit worried that the move was bad news but am happy to say the new location is if anything superior and the store looks great. Done with that we stopped by Rasputin and Amoeba looking for a few things that are hard to get in the UK and popped into one last game store called Eudemonia in John’s epic quest for Star Wars Destiny boosters. Miraculously they had some! John was very happy indeed and we left Berkeley triumphantly after a well deserved beer and pizza. Next stop, Oakland.

We got off at the 12th St. Oakland station by the wonderful Tribune Tower, which always looks fantastic at night. We had an hour or two before meeting up with our friends Anthony and Deb for drinks so the next order of business was some slightly more substantial food to lay down a base for those future tiki drinks. We Yelped a few options and I found a likely looking place called Abura-ya which proclaimed itself to be Japanese Friend Chicken. It’s a counter service place with relatively little seating so we snagged a couple of stools facing the window and ordered ourselves eight pieces of chicken in two excellent sauces, one some kind of bbq and the other wasabi based. We spent some time chatting with the guy sitting next to us, who seemed charmed by John’s Englishness, before heading back out into the night.

We arrived at Longitude a bit early and were lucky to snag a booth in the corner. The easy way to describe the place is as a tiki bar, but it really is more explorer/adventurer themed. We ordered blind and am honestly not sure what we got, the drinks were delicious all night but the service was a little vague. Once Ant and Deb arrived it didn’t matter because Anthony could guide our drink orders and the company more than made up for any lapses in waitressing. It has been ages since I got to spend any real time with these two and it really did my soul good to see them again. Best part of the trip hands down.

Saturday was our last full day in the city and it was a good one too. We had a really nice lunch and caught up with Palle’s parents, who are really just the best. It was one of the nice weather days of our visit so afterwards we walked over to Haight to see my friend Steve. We passed some older folks playing a banjo and hanging out in front of their house with a protest sign, probably from that morning’s  Ocean Beach protest. We stopped at the Haight St. Amoeba store, hoping to find The Middleman but coming up empty handed. We did locate a copy of Better Of Ted season 1 for cheap, so that turned out okay. We also took a brief detour to Gamescape on Divisidero because John really can’t help himself, and then we headed to Steve’s place. We hung out and talked till we got hungry, then popped across the street to Sushi Raw for some really great food, before wrapping up the evening with Saturday Night Live (Melissa McCarthy killing it as Spicer) and beers. We arrived back at Palle’s tired but happy.

The next morning we woke up appropriately late, grabbed one last breakfast at the Tennesee Grill, squeezed Harold one last time, and then headed off to catch Caltrain to San Jose where Bryan and Mette picked us up at the station.

Before heading back to their place we grabbed dinner at a strange but good Vietnamese place called Bò Né which is outfitted like a nightclub from an early 90s low budget cyberpunk movie; led tables, murals of angels and fairies, and what I assume was a stage for karaoke. I didn’t quite understand it but the food was good and I don’t guess the decor was particularly aimed at me anyway.

The next day we went into San Jose for a bit to visit a game store, where Mette and John wandered about happily looking at all the things, and then downtown where we managed to run into Derek McCaw, who was also attending Gally this year. We had a chat while eating some chicken wings, then got Psycho Donuts and got back to the house in time to go get dinner at a Salvadorian/Mexican place called Chalateco which was loud and crowded but had pupusas and burritos and really good agua fresca, among other things.

I had originally had some grand ambitions of heading back into SF for Hubba Hubba/Death Guild and some last visits but the on again off again not-quite-a-cold that had been dogging me since the plane flight came back with a vengeance so we watched a strange and really dark early Mads Mikelsen film called Adam’s Apple before calling it a night.

Tuesday was up and out at a reasonable hour in order to make good time down to the LA area. Nerds that we are we spent most of the trip playing trivia games and listening to stand up comedy, although John nailed multitasking and managed to read an entire book at the same time. We stopped for food and insanity at Bravo Farms and made nice time most of the way down. Bryan and Mette dropped us off at an Expo Line stop and headed to the LAX Marriott while we toddled off back to Santa Monica again to get some laundry done and catch some Pokemon. We also lucked out and found the local Sears was having a closing sale and managed to find some really good deals on Levi’s. Round up the night with some good NY style pizza and colour us happy.

Although the convention official starts on Friday, Thursday is the official unofficial start so we had the hotel reserved from then, which meant that Wednesday was our last day of adventuring. We rejoined Bryan and Mette for it in Universal Studios, the original plan had been for Andres to join us as well but he got called into work at the last minute unfortunately. We got there early and spent the first couple of hours at the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, which was really very cool. The design of the place is top notch and although I didn’t go on the ride itself I walked through the waiting line sections which are worth it all on their own. We also spent a bunch of time in Springfield and had a Krusty Burger. We took the Studio Tour as well, which started off a bit rough because of the super loud rattling sounds coming from the back of our trolley but redeemed itself with several highlights including a very good Norman Bates, a couple of silly but amusing rides, and most of all the bit where we went through the set for The Good Place, a show we just finished watching a few days previously.

We ran around looking at things and being nerds until around 3pm by which time we were pretty tired. We managed to run into several Gally folks by that time though so John and I left Bryan and Mette to hang out with them while we headed back to Santa Monica. We repeated our pizza experience, repacked and weighed our suitcases, and got one last night of proper sleep in preparation for the start of the convention.

English Christmas

Chistmas in Peterborough was lovely as ever. No snow this year but the traditional mince pies, Xmas stockings, and carols on the green with John’s family. The pantomime this time around was Dick Wittington,  which I had never heard of but seemed well known to everyone else, but as the actual panto story is always basically the same I don’t feel I missed out by not being au courant with the source material.

For NYE we headed up to Leicester and had a chance to visit with folks there before heading out to 33 Cank Street, same as two years ago. This time it was just John and myself without Ruth and Charles, which meant there was no one to stop us from the delicious but not entirely wise decision of having an enourmous barbecue feast at Grillstock before our night out. It took us a bit to ramp back up to speed but the cocktails were delicious and the band high energy so were up and dancing in time for the countdown.

Some memorable moments from the evening include stepping outside shortly after midnight to gets some cool air and seeing a Hare Krishna parade dance past, also being outside when the bar was insufficient to contain the conga line which spilled out and swept us up, and John winning us a free round of cocktails by posting the photo below.

@futuriana going more sinister at @bar33cankstreet…

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Almost Xmas

We’ve been at the new place for four months now, and it is overall an improvement despite a few quirks like weirdly shallow closets and hardwood floors that react somewhat alarmingly to the weather.

Highlights from the last few months include several visits to Winchester, which is a really pretty place with a fantastic cathedral. I went there with John for a pub crawl and with work colleagues for the famous Christmas Market, and also with my brother Raul when he came to visit. During his visit we also played tourist in Southampton itself (Old Town mainly) and spent a day in London seeing everything we could in the British Museum and ending the night going up the London Eye.

There were other visits to London during this period, to see the Georgia O’Keefe exhibit at the Tate Modern and then again for Star Wars: Identities on John’s birthday, both very enjoyable in different ways.

And now its cold and rainy and the town is looking pretty, with a German Market in the town center and a generally festive air. The English do Xmas quite well.

Goodbye Bridgewater Court

This past weekend John and I said goodbye to the old flat and moved into a new place a little further up Shirley. The old place had a lot of good stuff going for it but the landlord decided to move back in so there wasn’t much to do about that, luckily we managed to find a place that is overall nicer despite a couple of odd quirks. Luckily the bathroom is far superior to the old place, which for some incomprehensible reason had a separate toilet room which was too tiny to contain even a sink.

So after a couple of weeks of stressful packing, cleaning, moving, and unpacking, we are now for the most part settled into the new place saver for the usual fussing around finding the right spot for things and getting a few new items like our own television set. The neighborhood is nicer as well, a bit more suburban and quieter but the same distance to work for me and a nicer walk. John is closer to his work, which is nice, and we’re only about five minutes further away from our favorite kebab shop. Pretty much the only disadvantage is we are twice as far from the train station, but even that only comes to a twenty minute walk.

Best part might end up being our new proximity to the Southampton Commons, which I’ve been meaning to explore since I got here.


The summer adventures continued on a smaller scale with a trip up to London to visit Laura last weekend.

We had originally thought of going up on the Friday but being in the middle of packing to move that seemed a less than great idea by the time it rolled around. Instead we went up reasonably early on Saturday morning and after dropping off our suitcase wandered over with Laura to check out Daughts, London’s own boardgame cafe.

It’s a pretty cool place, with what looked to my untrained eye like a solid library of games. They have the usual coffee shop selections, alcoholic drinks and cocktails, plus pretty good food. The tables are all the same size and design and you pay £5 a head to stay and play for 4 hours, not bad at all. We were one of three tables occupied when we arrived but by the time we left the place was completely full.

John and Laura checked out the selectiom and came back with two classic looking board games, racing and elder god themed respectively plus a card/story game called Dixit which reminded me a lot of another game I played with Bryan and Mette once or twice. I played the racing one, coming in third out of three of course and then sat out the Cthulhu one before diving back in for the card game, which I don’t even think we kept score on. As a non-gamer I will recommend it with the caveat that the seats are surprisingly uncomfortable and once full the place was very load, no doubt due to the brick dome of a ceiling.

Afterwards we headed to the nearest Brewhouse to meet up with Laura’s beau Aaron and had some very nice beers while playing casual Trivial Pursuit, again without keeping score-just judging each other loudly when we failed to get an answer. A bit more wandering and some pizza and sitcoms rounded out a pretty chill Saturday.

On Sunday we started out a bit more ambitious, planning on a fry up, a trip to one of London’s markets, and then the Tate Modern for the Georgia O’Keefe exhibition there. Breakfast ended up being problematic and we settled for admittedly tasty croissants and flat whites before heading to the market. Unfortunately the one we aimed for doesn’t happen on Sundays so we had to find a smaller one, which was still way, way cooler than anything in Southampton. We had some chicken and waffles, a chorizo scotch egg, and a filled donut, all of which were very good indeed. This fortified we walked to the met through the increasing heat, arriving more excited for the air conditioning that for the art, to be honest. Luckily both were there to restore our spirits and soon we were enjoying a really wonderful exhibit of an artist I only knew the vaguest outlines about before.

The exhibition was arranged in the usual biographical style, in this case each room was very well organized to a time period in O’Keefe’s life and seemed very well curated. The famous flower paintings were a small fraction of what was on hand, a lot of powerful abstract works and some fascinating 1920s cityscapes stood out far more to me. Intermixed were photographs and some art by her circle, including a delightful Ansel Adams photo of her and a man named Orville Cox.


Star Wars Celebration Europe

July’s big deal was Star Wars Celebration Europe.

John posted about it in greater detail over on LJ so read that for a more in depth look. I am not as massive a SW fan as he is but was looking forward enough to go along with the plan of trying to be in line in the Excel Center at 5am.

You see, SWCE had decided on a bit of a mess of a process that involved lining up to collect wristbands to guarantee entry to your chosen panels. All well and good but the actual distribution was to happen at 6am, a whole four hours before the convention actually opened. The Saturday panels of interest to us were not the massive star-studded ones, but  at the same time information was scant as to capacity and expectations for attendance and we didn’t want to risk it and potentially blow the trip.

We got a scant three hours or so of sleep at Laura’s house in London and then bussed it to Excel to arrive just after 5am.

We met up with Josh and I made myself comfortable on the cold concrete floor for a catnap. I woke intermittently and each time John was scouring the program book and positively vibrating in place with excitement for the day. It kinda made the ridiculous circumstances worth it.

We collected our wristbands for the Star Wars Rebels panel and then got in the now shorter line for the EA Games one and got those too. Then we had a chunk of time before opening but of course very little outside Excel was open for business yet so we made do with Costa coffee and toasties, which were actually pretty good.

Once the doors opened there was a bit of a mad rush to get in and then it was time to explore. I adore being surrounded by colorful masses of geeks, regardless of specific genre, and SWCE was no exception. A ton of costumes from the whimsical or silly to the spot-on recreations. There were a handful of really good twi’leks, a great older Luke, a bunch of good Finns, that last a particularly popular costume with very young girls. And of course representatives of various 501sts.

The merch on hand ranged from the usual stuff to some very cool launches like the remote control wristband to control BB8 units and the Propel quadcopters. The official gift shop had bizarrely long lines so we left it till last by which time it had been ransacked pretty much. We did pick up an extra of the awesome lightsaber lanyards though.

The panels were both good, with Warwick Davis serving as moderator. He also had the best intro and entrance of any convention guest I’ve seen since Peter Davison’s TARDIS landing at Gally a few years back. Unfortunately I was pretty exhausted by the time of the Rebels panel and fell fast asleep once they lowered the lights, missing the entirety of the two preview episodes. Ah well.

After the convention wrapped up for the day we said goodbye to Josh and headed over to visit Anna and Hogg, who were putting us up for the night. Hogg had decided to hit up Celebration the next day, based partly on John’s recommendation, and Anna was in the final stages of prep for her currently ongoing TAFF trip but they still had time to host our exhausted selves for a few hours. We had the best Thai food I’ve had in ages, maybe ever, and I went to bed at a reasonable hour while John attempted to burn the candle at both ends.

And that wasn’t even it for the weekend! The next day we left from their flat into London for the annual Coxon family picnic in Regent’s park. As usual there was Pimms and good food and French Cricket (which I didn’t play this time, it was far too hot) and for the first time this year extended Pokemon Go excursions by the younger generation. We’ll see if that becomes a tradition.

Eventually it was time to go, we left the earliest to catch our train home. On the way back to Southampton we spotted plenty of folks coming home from the Sunday of SWCE, including a couple from Winchester who we had a nice chat with on the train itself.


June in Barcelona

June and July were busy months both at work and at home.

Following the Corsican honeymoon I got some more globetrotting in with a work trip to Barcelona. My job sent me there for two weeks to learn the ways of the Spanish market and customers, and to meet the Barcelona branch people who will be remaining there after the dreaded centralization the company is implementing.

I was very excited, since the city has always been on my list of places I wanted to visit. Though naturally I was a bit nervous as well, unsure as to whether the staff at that location would be particularly welcoming, plus general nerves about the job that I am still learning after all. Luckily there was nothing to worry about, while I still feel like I have no clue what I am doing, the people in the Barcelona office are all warm, friendly, and more importantly eager to get the job done and train me right.

And oh my god the city. Stunning, packed with beautiful places and interesting things, the weather was pretty great as well and the advantage of being there in summer when the sun doesn’t set till after ten o’clock meant I probably spent at least three hours just wandering the streets after work each day; shopping, eating, drinking, and just letting my attention ricochet from architecture to shopping to art to people watching like a happy pinball. And what a treat to be someplace where things don’t close at 6pm!

The location of both the office and the delightfully swank hotel they put me up at was  perfect for a first time visitor, especially one who only gets to explore after office hours. I was right near the Cathedral (not the Sagrada Familia, which I learned is actually a basilica) and a very short walk from the Rambla, the Gothic Quarter, and a bunch of other stuff. Half of the time I wandered in random directions until I was tired and then turned around, and never once did I run out of things to do and see.

The weekend in the middle of my trip was big local holiday which filled up all the hotels, meaning my job sent me off to a small town ninety minutes away by train. It was an interesting break in its own way, less overwhelming than the city but highly amusing in spots and even made me a bit nostalgic for Estepona.

I can’t wait to go back, this time with John for a relaxing visit without the stress of work hovering in the background.

Corsican Honeymoon

Whoops, wrote this put never posted the draft!

John and I are just back from spending two weeks in Corsica on our belated honeymoon. It  was completely gorgeous, with perfect weather, amazing landscapes, and fantastic food. Learning a smattering of basic French helped out a bit in navigating things, though the people were almost universally friendly and helpful which made things much easier.

We flew out direct landing at the Bastia airport in the morning and taking a leisurely three hour train ride across the island to Calvi. This was a nice introduction, we had a couple of hour in Bastia first and managed to get suitably hot, hungry, and irritable with each other before realizing the problem and eating a lovely meal of moules et frites, drinking a Pietra, and starting to get into the vacation groove. Once we were feeling human again we found the cleverly hidden train station and had time for some dessert before heading off.

We spent the first week. This was the relaxathon, beach and food stage of the trip in what I believe is the more touristy and resort-like part of Corsica. The prices were pretty reasonable considering and the overall feeling was pretty damned luxurious if I’m honest.

In addition to eating tons of really great food we mostly visited the beach and swam. On more adventurous days we took a boat tour to see Scandola, which is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, and also went snorkling nearby on a different day. We also visited the Citadel and it’s rather odd Cathedral of St. John the Babtist. The view from the walls is pretty incredible and it is easy to see why it was so impregnable.

After a week of relaxing we took the train back across to Bastia, which is a bit more urban. Our hotel here was unfortunately a little bit further than we had thought though still walkable from the city centre. Luckily the pools was really nice and the room had a small balcony so we chose to stick close on a couple of days and just get some food to eat in. After the initial couple of walks through the somewhat terrifying sidewalk-free road to town we explored and discovered it was possible to cut through to the town of San Martino di Lota and avoid the worst of it. Since the town is a) beautiful and b) has a pizzeria and a boulangerie this worked out quite nicely and supplied several of our meals.

In Bastia itself we found the cuisine similar to Calvi but with more seafood on the menus and took full advantage of that. We visited all the churches listed in the guidebook, wandered the streets enjoying the weather, and saw the much larger Calvi citadelle with its museum and gardens.

On the last day John rented a car and we drove up along the coastal road through Cap Corse. The landscape was again completely stunning, a bit more mountainous than Calvi with more dramatic seaside views alternating between rocky shores and bright blue sandy coves. There were signal towers every few kilometres and intriguing little towns dotted through the hills. We had hoped to eat someplace along the way but timed it poorly since most places don’t serve during lunchtime hours, so we drove back to Bastia and had a relaxing last meal in our room with pizza from the local San Martino di Lota.

May Sunshine

May is here and rather shockingly it’s too warm.

This weekend just past was the anniversary reception/ring exchange and everyone from Spain and California was a bit surprised to find themselves in the middle of a sudden heatwave, especially since I had told them how cold it was literally one day before they all started arriving. Between that and the Leicester football victory they have returned home with the notion that England is a place of blue skies and endless revelry. Ah well.

The event was great and almost everyone we had hoped for made it. Things went more smoothly than we had any reason to expect and a lot of drinking and dancing ensued. It was also nice to be back in Leicester for a whole week and show it off to folks a bit. Everyone got to meet each other and plans where hatched for future adventures. The Case and The Belmont both did us proud, even if the latter did have to deal with a massive and rowdy wedding prior to our event which put a little strain on them and us alike.

Now its just a question of relaxing, recovering, and watching the Facebook photos trickle in.