A Lady in London

There is a courtyard in Granada. It has a fountain in it. There are 12 lions surrounding the fountain, each one spouting water in the direction of a beautifully decorated Moorish wall. Yes, you know where I’m talking about. It’s the Alhambra; the lion courtyard in the Nasrid Palaces, to be exact.

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I wasn’t sure I wanted to go to the Costa del Sol. Popular package holiday destinations always give me pause, and Malaga and the surrounding area are about as popular as package holiday destinations get. Add to that the fact that it was November and not quite bathing suit season anymore, and I was even more loath leave London for Spain. But my family had already booked a trip there, and who was I to say no to a little bonding time on the Sun Coast?

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It’s been awhile since I traveled with my family. A trip to Costa Rica seven years ago was the last time we attempted to coordinate our schedules and go on vacation together. But this week the stars aligned, and we had another chance. My brother and his wife got time off work, my mother found a dog sitter, and my shiny new UK residence permit allowed me to leave London and travel to Madrid to meet them.

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Andorra intrigues me. High up in the Pyrenees, the country is nestled in snowy peaks sandwiched between France and Spain. It seems far away and inaccessible, yet alluring and enchanting in its remoteness. My 90 under 30 Travel Project prompted me to visit, and over the weekend I traveled to Andorra to discover the country’s nature, culture, and adventure travel opportunities.

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Less than a week after I returned to London from Singapore, I was already starting to miss good Singaporean food. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long to try more of it. Nor did I have to go very far to do so.

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It’s Semana Santa in Sevilla. The city is packed and the narrow streets are full of processions. Dressed in long robes and colorful pointed hats, the local brotherhoods are bringing elaborate floats to the cathedral, some of them walking miles in bare feet just to get there.

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Last time I traveled to Barcelona I was 18 years old. I had no knowledge of Gaudi, no passion for food, and no limit to the amount of clothing I was willing to purchase from the stores in Barri Gotic.

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