Month: August 2016

A Celiac in San Sebastián

When I returned home from my two-week whirlwind trip to Europe I was repeatedly asked what my favourite part was. Easy – it was the 24 hours I had in San Sebastián with The Spaniard. San Sebastián, or Donostia in Basque, is a coastal city just 20 km from the French border is famous for the culinary scene featuring a high concentration of Michelin Star restaurants. After saying goodbye to my Belgium friends in France I took three trains over 7.5 hours to get to San Sebastián where I met up with The Spaniard, who had to drive 200km from his hometown of Santander. We dropped our bags at our Air B&B apartment in the old town and our host provided us with a map and his recommendations of restaurants to visit. On my first two visits to The Spaniard’s hometown I had been in many places where pinchos, or a small snack, was available on plates on the bar; however, San Sebastián was a whole new experience. Walking along the pedestrian streets in the old town – everywhere we …

A Gili reunion in the south of France

It was December 2006 on a minibus in Bali when I first met Tine & Joe from Belgium. We spent the whole day traveling to Gili Trawangan, (bus, boat, bus, boat) where we spent the next week together and even celebrated Christmas along with a rag-tag group of travellers. Five years later I visited them in their home of Antwerp, meeting their then two-year-old son Jack. When I let Tine know I was coming to Europe this summer she said I could come visit them at their place in the south of France. Since I have never been to the south of France before – how could I say no? I took a train from Barcelona to Carcassonne in the region of Languedoc-Roussillion. Tine met me at the station, pointing out the medieval fortress the town is famous for, but stressing she would not be taking me to the touristy site (they have been too many times).  We travelled 25 km to the quant town of Montlaur where I spent the next three days chilling at …