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01 March 2007

An Old Brit Invite To Take A Traveller's Trip Down Memory Lane ...

The page make take a little longer than usual to download today, since we've some special colour shots we'd love to share. Not taken by ourselves we hasten to add. These are all borrowed pics - from 'pros' and 'semi-pros'.

You can call this 1st March post a 'Rambling Edition' if you like, but we'd rather refer to it as a 'Reminiscence Edition'.

Twelve years ago this month we flew back home from one of the most fantastic foreign holidays we've ever experienced

Yep. You guessed right. Like all good things, the week away had come to an an end, and we'd rather reluctantly bid bye-bye to Venice.

However, within days of returning Richard was taken seriously ill - in fact, so serious as to be life threatening - literally.

But hey, that was then and this is now - a dozen years down the line - we lived to tell the tale.

So, happy anniversary to us, eh?

Now, maybe having learned that, you can more easily imagine why certain fond memories have suddenly started flooding back. And in case we'd ever forgotten we'd like to remind ourselves (and any others who may ever have forgotten), it's good to be alive.

Anyhow, here's the hotel where we stayed -- the beautiful 'Bellini'. Click their pics to enlarge. And please note that 12 years ago we were both working and earning and, that prices were one hell of a lot lower.

Since then, early medical retirement has meant having unlimited time to travel -- albeit on a lot less extravagant/expensive scale. So we thought we'd take some time off from trying to solve the troubles of the world, and stroll down memory lane a little -- on a European (in lieu of global), scale.

Below is beautiful Barcelona: Queen of Catalonia, North East Spain. It's our most oft visited foreign city, by far, and one of our best loved to boot.

Thanks to lately being simply spoilt for choice by all the budget airlines now operating from our local (John Lennon International), airport, Barcelona really is only 'buttons' away -- price-wise, and just a couple of hours flight-wise.

Viva Espana! Eh?

Also, long live Easy-Jet, Ryan-Air, Thomson-Fly and several others. We salute you, sirs. True earth-shrinkers, are you.

Then there's the following Spanish (Balearic), island in the sun - and the Med.

Majorca (Mallorca), and its capital city Palma, complete with it's own very commanding, gothic cathedral.

Of course we couldn't possibly not include (even closer to home), gay old Paris. Well, could we? In fact, how the heck could anyone? Crumbs - that would be construed as completely crazy.

Then, situated somewhat more southerly is somewhere else in France we love. The lesser known French 'city of rivers' - Lyon - universally acknowledged gastronomic capital of the globe.

And no trip down memory lane could ever be complete without mentioning Malta - with it's unarguably unique capital, Valletta. And you'd better believe us when we say it's 'Grand Harbour' is great; great with a capital G.

Then there's that 'Jewel of the Adriatic' called Dubrovnik - in Croatia - part of the former Republic of Yugoslavia. Incidentally, this is the most perfectly preserved, walled medieval city in the world. Can you say time-travel?

Another old Yugoslavian gem is Kotor - hidden away at the extreme end of a long, deep fjord in magnificent Montenegro. And you thought there were only fjords to be found in Scandinavia, eh? Nawhr -- behold the breathtaking beauty which lies below.

Okay, we know we're now in danger of darn boring you to death, but bare with us just a little bit longer.

For we feel we would be failing in our duties - big time - if we forgot to invite you to feast your eyes on the beautiful, deep blue water, bay town of Fethiye.

Sitting super-pretty, as it serially suns itself, on the superbly sumptuous south west, Med coast of Turkey.

Which, incidentally, a few years back became home to one of our 'baby' brothers (retired) -- and thanks to his gargantuan generosity, for a few fantastic weeks each year -- it's become home to we two, too.

Here it is below. Take a little look. We think you'll love it.

Then there's our own (as well as the Beatles'), proud home city of birth; the busy, bustling, lively, lovely, maritime Liverpool - Merseyside.

Last but by no means least, we invite you to view at our very own (mere five minute walk away), local neighbourhood beachfront - right here at coastal Crosby.

Phew. Putting this particularly pictorial piece together has been a bit of bloomin' work of art all of it's own.

Right then; reverting rather rapidly to real-time:

At this point it's become patently apparent that we now need to brew up a cuppa, then to take that much needed tea-break.

Meanwhile, we trust that this trip with us wasn't toooo tiresome.

(Sometimes, one's entitled to a tad of self indulgence wouldn't you say?)



Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well you certainly get around a lot - I bet you're the oldest jet-setter in the village.

10:54 am  
Anonymous whoever said...

Thanks, Richard. I enjoyed looking at this post. You're right about needing to take a break from all the daily problems sometimes.

Two other things:

1. I'm jealous.
2. I'm so glad you're still here with us and hope you will be, for a long time. All the best my friend.

1:03 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Count me as another one who's jealous because I've never been to any of those places. Count me as another one that's glad you pulled through whatever it was.

3:00 pm  
Anonymous musings said...

I have been to some of those places, but I fell in love with Liverpool while waiting for a ferry to Dublin in that very hot July of 2003. They were doing change-ringing in the cathedral. Kids and parents were flying kites and I think playing Frisby on the grassy bank overlooking the Mersey, which totally reminded me of being a sunburnt Irish-American kid with seven of my sibs on a similar grassy bank in Long Beach, Calif, with similar architecture looming above us. Halfway around the world and right at home in the Beatles' home. Something in the heart.

6:01 pm  
Anonymous greg said...

Glad you beat your illness. I think I know how. You're obviously one of Gormley's famous 'Iron Men' at Crosby beach.

Seriously, I enjoyed the trip ~ 'specially to Croatia and Montenegro as I never did get to Yugoslavia. Looks special though.

(Hope you weren't the cause of any of that trouble there.)


9:22 pm  
Blogger bootlian said...

Okay, you win Richard, I know when I'm beat. I've never done Kotor - or anywhere else in Montenegro.

But who knows? Maybe one of these fine days - lottery permitting.

9:27 pm  
Anonymous Rosemary said...

Loved the trip, Richard. The pictures are pretty special. I've often been sorry that I missed Venice when I was in Italy. And now I'm sorry that I missed Liverpool and its environs when in England.

I've always wanted to make another trip, but air travel longer than about an hour is out of the question for me now, I think. I am really glad you are sharing these pictures and your memories.

I'm pleased you seem to have your own health situation under control now. We might get lucky enough to get more trips shared with us.

1:00 am  
Blogger Sophia said...

You are someone who loves the good life, God bless you !
Barcelona is my preferred too...

9:19 pm  

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