I’ve been to the French Riviera a few times and it’s such a lovely part of France. However, I always thought Cannes specifically was a place that I’d only want to visit for the Film Festival and I was too intimidated to just randomly visit on my own. So, when I found myself on assignment there with HouseTrip in March, I was ever so grateful to my lovely host, Simon, who allowed me to interview him about the best way to do Cannes like a local and about his experience with HouseTrip. Simon and his lovely wife were both so gracious and their apartment is almost my favorite rented apartment that I have ever stayed in. So I was infinitely curious to get to know more about their story. I figured with their help I wouldn’t fall into every tourist trap that existed and I’d be able to have the best time possible!
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I left NYC on September 17th in search of home. Well, I’ve found it.
Yes, this Spanish Villa in Olot within the Pyrenees area was pulled from within the depths of my dreams to materialize into a place I am now sleeping for one more night but in which I’d like to stay. Forever. At night, colored lights sparkle in the trees and stars are visible overhead.
Back in 2010, I wrote about how the Jersey Shore was so much more than the TV show which had the bad sense to abuse its name. Even so, it wasn’t a place I longed to return to, when so much of the globe was still unknown to me. Atlantic City was definitely out of the question.
Well, never say never. That’s how you might find yourself in a Mercedes speeding toward Revel for a weekend of watching the Air Show, a little debauchery and…well, revelry.
When I am in London, I usually prefer to stay in a hotel or with friends. However, when HostelWorld brought me to town as their Guest Photographer and offered to house me in Palmers Lodge – Hillspring at Willesden Green for a few nights I was eager to give it a try. I’ve slept in hostels before and while I’ve never had a really bad experience in a hostel I still can’t say they’re really my ‘cup of tea’.
Since I love challenging myself, I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to try and fall in love with the hostel experience.
Palmers Lodge isn’t in or convenient to, central London – so the journey from Heathrow was long and not as simple as I might have liked. However, I received fair warning of this and if I had been less concerned about my budget a very simple cab ride would have made the whole experience rather uncomplicated.
When I did finally arrive in Willesden Green, it was a few block walk from the tube through a lovely suburban area Northwest of London itself.
I’ve always loved camping. There’s something about carrying my belongings in a bag on my back, cooking my food over an open fire and even traveling by kayak deep into a forrest to find my bed for the evening that just makes my nerve endings feel like they are alive in a way that can’t be duplicated by other experiences.
This excited feeling is also present when I watch others camp. You know the scenes in “Out of Africa” when they are traveling through the plains to hunt and he washes her hair, cooks her dinner which they eat on china, plays music on a phonograph … my pulse is starting to race just thinking about it.
So, when I found myself perusing the itinerary for my recent trip to Costa Rica that included what looked like luxury camping in the jungle — I was filled with more than a few high expectations for how incredibly enjoyable my stay at Almonds & Corals would be.
As I well know, but seem to have forgot, pictures can be a little deceiving.