Nice is a popular destination for honeymooners. The views are gorgeous, the beach is alluring, the food is delicious and the shopping is so very French. So it’s not surprising that a few of the people we have met along the way mentioned that they were stopping in Nice as part of their honeymoon. We met a fantastic young newlywed couple from Canada living across the hall from us in our airbnb apartment. It was wonderful to speak English and we enjoyed gushing about various wedding/love stories.
I love tripadvisor. Â Most of the stuff on there is all about which sights and tourist destinations are the best (and I don’t need 4000 reviewers to tell me that I should go see the #1 tourist sight), but the pages filled with restaurant reviews paid off for us big time. Â Our first day in Barcelona landed us at Le Pepita — even as I type this my stomach is growling for more. Â It was a gourmet take on traditional tapas, since we had no idea what the Catalan menu was describing we asked our server for suggestions. Â To start we had beef tartar, some kind of goat cheese fritter, and raw sea bass on a bed of arugula drenched in pesto and sweet balsamic topped with a slice of a strawberry. Â I won’t bore you with more details but I have never so happily munched on raw meat before.
The statue of David was the driving force behind our visit to Florence. Â After a delicious breakfast (courtesy of my lovely husband) we all piled into the cars for a road trip. Â Brian and I chose to follow the Rhoads’ in our little smart car and I must say, following Randy made the driving experience much more enjoyable than our solo attempt at navigation. Â Our first stop in Florence was a gelato stand, I had mento and Brian had fragola (strawberry). Â Once we had some sugar in our blood we bounded along the cobbled streets for a few kilometers taking in the new city.
Day two in Venice we waterbused to Murano â€“ the island famous for glass blowing.Â There were some seriously cool things made out of glass, we bought a small blue and white bowl.Â Some shops were more like museums and even charged a cover fee just to enter.Â It wasnâ€™t just the shops that had cover charges, though, many of the restaurants charged 1.5-6 Euros just to sit down.Â Dinners got to be fairly expensive for just pasta (and wine).Â I was brave and tried cuttlefish, cooked in itâ€™s own black ink.