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Porto, Week Two: Slowing Down Before the Next Adventure

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Our second week in Porto was slower, sweeter, and exactly what we needed before setting off again. Instead of rushing from one landmark to another, we allowed ourselves to just live in the city—strolling cobblestone streets, sipping great wine, indulging in ice cream and gelato, and admiring Porto’s colorful tiled facades. Sometimes the simplest days end up being the most memorable.

Back at Time Out Market (and Feeling It Later)
We couldn’t resist heading back to Time Out Market Porto for another round of DJs and good vibes. This time, we struck up a conversation with a fun group from Denmark, and before we knew it, we were tagging along for a night out. A short walk around the city at night provided a welcome reminder of just how special this city is. Not long after, drinks were flowing (vodka and Red Bulls, no less), and we danced our way into the early hours. Let’s just say: they were 30, and we are not. We had a blast, but the next two days reminded us that recovery takes a little longer than it used to.

A Day Trip to Aveiro
One day we hopped on the train to Aveiro, often nicknamed the “Venice of Portugal.” While charming in its own way, the comparison is a bit generous—there aren’t nearly as many canals as we expected. Still, the city had its own quirks and beauty. Known for its colorful moliceiro boats, Art Nouveau buildings, and traditional sweet pastries called ovos moles(egg yolk and sugar wrapped in wafer), Aveiro was worth the quick visit.

We had lunch at Yeah! Restaurant, a trendy spot that puts a modern twist on traditional Portuguese flavors. Dessert was the highlight: Ice Cream Portugal. I kept it classic with two scoops, while Casey went all in with a waffle topped with banana ice cream, chocolate sauce, and whipped cream. Delicious doesn’t even cover it.

Tattoo Rebirth
One of the most personal highlights for me was getting my phoenix tattoo redone at Vulcan Tattoo in Porto. The original was done 11 years ago, but it was time for a rebirth—fitting, since the phoenix itself symbolizes renewal and rising from the ashes. The artist did incredible work, and I couldn’t be happier with the fresh, bold design. It felt like closing an old chapter and beginning a new one.

Final Night at Sala de Provas
On our last evening in Porto, we treated ourselves to a memorable dinner at Sala de Provas, a wine bar perched high above the city. The views were phenomenal, the wine tastings perfectly curated, and the food sublime. I had an incredible cod dish paired with homemade chips, while Casey enjoyed a perfectly cooked steak. It was the ideal way to toast to our time in Porto before moving on.

Hello, Montenegro!
Yesterday we arrived in Kotor, Montenegro, and wow—this place is astonishing. Nestled along the Adriatic Sea and backed by dramatic mountains, Kotor is a UNESCO World Heritage site brimming with history. Its Old Town is a maze of medieval streets, squares, and stone churches, including St. Tryphon’s Cathedral, which dates back to the 1100s.

Oh, and the cats. Kotor is famously full of them. They lounge on steps, wander cobblestones, and seem to be unofficial mascots of the city. I want to pet them all.

We’ll be here for 19 days, giving us time to explore at a relaxed pace. Plans include a boat tour of the Adriatic, a trip to nearby Tivat, fresh seafood, and maybe another wine tour before heading to the beaches along the Budva Riviera for a couple weeks. After the heat of Madrid and Porto, this feels like the perfect blend of history, relaxation, and seaside charm.

Porto, thank you for being unforgettable. Montenegro, let’s see what you’ve got.

Porto, Portugal: Love at First Sight

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From the very first moments in Porto, we knew this was going to be one of those cities we’d never want to leave. The colorful buildings adorned with hand-painted azulejo tiles, the graceful curve of the Douro River, the wide, walkable streets lined with shops and cafés—it all felt instantly inviting. Somehow, it already felt like home.

Life on Rua das Flores
Our condo is right on Rua das Flores, one of Porto’s most charming pedestrian streets. From our balcony, we have front-row seats to endless people-watching. The street is lined with restaurants, boutiques, and hotels, and it’s always buzzing with life. Street performers set the soundtrack—musicians strumming guitars, singers belting ballads, artists painting on the spot, and even magicians drawing curious crowds. It’s the kind of energy that makes you want to linger outside long after your meal is finished.

Dancing at Time Out Market
One evening we found ourselves at a small rave at Time Out Market Porto. This modern food hall brings together some of the city’s best restaurants, bars, and specialty vendors under one roof. We sipped beer and Port wine while dancing until midnight, enjoying the laid-back vibe. Casey ordered mushroom risotto, while I went for seafood rice—both dishes absolute perfection.

Porto on a Plate (and in a Glass)
The food here has been nothing short of amazing—fresh hummus, cod prepared every way imaginable, salmon, steaks, and crisp vegetables. I also discovered my new favorite drink: the Port Tonic. Similar to a gin and tonic but lighter and more refreshing, it’s the perfect sunny-day sipper.

Of course, we couldn’t skip Porto’s signature dish: the Francesinha. Imagine a decadent sandwich layered with cured ham, fresh sausage, and steak, covered in melted cheese, then drenched in a rich tomato-and-beer sauce. It’s indulgent, messy, and unforgettable.

A Day in the Douro Valley
Yesterday, we took a private wine tour into the Douro Valley, one of the oldest wine regions in the world and the birthplace of Port wine. Our first stop was Amarante, a small city famous for its romantic bridges, charming streets, and, perhaps most surprisingly, its fertility traditions. We visited the monastery where Saint Gonçalo—the patron saint of fertility—is buried, and even sampled the infamous pastry shaped like… well, let’s just say it’s an eyebrow-raising local specialty.

From there, we visited two wineries: H.O. Winery and Quinta do Covão. Both offered fascinating insights into wine production, from the valley’s uniquely terraced vineyards to the traditional methods still used for making Port. The Douro Valley’s climate is notably warmer—about 15°F hotter than Porto—thanks to the surrounding mountains, which shield it from Atlantic breezes and create a Mediterranean-like microclimate ideal for grape growing.

We sampled dry reds and whites, along with various Ports (though Casey maintains that Port tastes like a “sweet cigarette”). Between the tastings, we enjoyed a scenic boat ride along the Douro River, where steep vineyards tumbled down to the water’s edge. The drive in and out of the valley was just as breathtaking—rolling hills, endless vines, and golden sunlight at every turn.

What’s Next
We have one more week in Porto before heading to Montenegro for a month. The plan is simple: relax, explore the city by foot, drink more wine, eat more amazing food, and maybe take a day trip to Braga or Aveiro—or both.

Porto has already stolen our hearts. Something tells me this love affair is just getting started.

-With Love from My Travel Era,

Brandon

Madrid, Week Two: Heat Waves, Day Trips, and a Sweet Farewell

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Our second and final week in Madrid was just as memorable as the first—though this time, the city turned up the temperature… literally. Most days soared past the 100°F mark, and while the sun made everything look golden and cinematic, it also made us far too aware of just how much we rely on good air conditioning.

We found ourselves joining locals in seeking shade, sipping chilled wine, and timing our walks for the early morning or late evening. It’s fair to say that Madrid in August is not for the faint of heart—but the adventures we packed into these last days more than made up for the heat.

A Quick Escape to Toledo
One of the highlights of the week was a spontaneous day trip to Toledo, a city just 35 minutes away by train but worlds apart in atmosphere. Known as the “City of the Three Cultures” for its Christian, Muslim, and Jewish heritage, Toledo is a living museum of medieval Spain.

We checked into the Eugenia de Montijo Autograph Collection, a hotel with a fascinating history. Once the residence of Empress Eugenia de Montijo—the last Empress of France—it retains a sense of timeless elegance with modern touches. From there, we explored the city on foot, marveling at the winding streets, Gothic cathedrals, and hilltop views. Our visit was brief, but Toledo’s charm left a lasting impression.

High Tea at the Mandarin Oriental Ritz
Back in Madrid, we treated ourselves to an afternoon of refined indulgence at Palm Court in the Mandarin Oriental Ritz. The restaurant itself is a work of art—bathed in soft light, framed by elegant arches, and dotted with plush seating that makes you want to linger. The tea service was impeccable, with delicate pastries, finger sandwiches, and perfectly brewed tea. It was the kind of experience that slows time down, even in a city that’s always moving.

Shopping and Exploring
We also carved out time to explore corners of Madrid we hadn’t reached in our first week. Between a bit of shopping (Madrid really does have something for everyone—from luxury brands to quirky local shops) and wandering down less touristy streets, we stumbled upon more of the city’s architectural gems and charming cafés.

The Great A/C Debate
One thing we’ve learned over the past few months in Europe: our definition of “cool” is… different. Whether it’s due to older buildings, cultural preferences, or simply the heat wave we’ve been caught in, most places don’t blast air conditioning the way we do back home. Sleeping at our preferred 68°F has been near impossible, but we’ve adapted—sort of.

Final Thoughts on Madrid
Looking back, Madrid was a wonderful stop on our journey. While its energy is different from Barcelona’s, it has its own distinct rhythm—elegant, welcoming, and full of life. We loved the clean streets, endless tapas, friendly locals, beautiful buildings, abundant shopping, and the way wine seems to flow as freely as water (and at a fraction of the price).

Would we return? Absolutely—but next time, we’ll aim for cooler weather.

On to Porto…
We’ve now been in Porto for three days, and I’m already smitten. The city, the cuisine, the culture, the weather—it’s all perfection. This is a place I could easily see myself living. On Wednesday, we’re off for a private tour of the Douro Valley, and I’ll be sharing all about it in my next post.

Madrid, you were hot—but you were unforgettable.

Até à próxima

One Week in Madrid: Tapas, Palaces, and Late Nights

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We’ve officially spent our first week in Madrid, and it’s safe to say this city knows how to charm. From royal landmarks to 12 a.m. dinners, our time here has been a vibrant blur of culture, laughter, and culinary indulgence. Here’s a look at what we’ve been up to:

Staying on Gran Vía: In the Heart of It All
Our home base for the past week has been right off Gran Vía—Madrid’s answer to Broadway, the Champs-Élysées, and Fifth Avenue all rolled into one. This bustling boulevard is packed with theaters, shops, restaurants, and stunning architecture. The energy is constant, but it’s not overwhelming—just lively enough to remind you that you’re in the center of it all. From here, we’ve been able to walk nearly everywhere. It’s truly the perfect location for soaking in the city.

Inside the Royal Palace of Madrid
One of the standout experiences this week was our visit to the Royal Palace—an opulent reminder of Spain’s regal history. This is the largest palace in Western Europe by floor area, and it shows. We explored grand halls adorned with chandeliers, intricate tapestries, and rooms that looked like they were frozen in time. Outside, the views of the courtyard and the surrounding gardens were just as impressive.

Exploring Plaza Mayor
Of course, no visit to Madrid is complete without a stroll through Plaza Mayor. This iconic square has been the heart of the city for centuries—hosting everything from bullfights and markets to executions and royal proclamations. Today, it’s a lively gathering place surrounded by restaurants and filled with street performers, locals, and tourists alike.

Walking, Wandering, and Wow-Worthy Architecture
One of our favorite things to do here? Just walk. Seriously—Madrid is a feast for the eyes. The mix of baroque, neoclassical, and modern architecture is incredible, with fountains tucked into corners, grand buildings lining wide boulevards, and pocket parks everywhere you turn. Every stroll turns into a photo shoot.

Flamenco at Corral de la Morería
We had the chance to attend a Flamenco show at Corral de la Morería, widely considered the most prestigious flamenco venue in the world. The performances were raw, emotional, and electric—there’s something about Flamenco that cuts straight to the soul. The intimate setting only added to the magic.

Getting Artsy at the Prado
We also spent an afternoon at the legendary Museo del Prado, home to one of the finest collections of European art in the world. Highlights included works by Velázquez, Goya, and El Greco. I may have gotten a bit overzealous with the photo-taking before a staff member kindly (but firmly) reminded me that photography isn’t allowed. Oops.

Unexpected Laughs at Madrid Comedy Lab
One night we discovered a cozy little venue called Madrid Comedy Lab, which hosts English-speaking comedy shows. It was refreshingly low-key and genuinely funny—a great break from the heavy cultural hits and a reminder that humor really is universal.

Temple of Debod
Yesterday we wandered into Parque del Oeste and visited the Temple of Debod, an ancient Egyptian temple that was gifted to Spain in the 1960s. It’s a surreal sight to see in the middle of Madrid—and the views from the park overlooking the Royal Palace and Almudena Cathedral were stunning.

Late Dinners, Tapas, and More Tapas
Food-wise, Madrid has not disappointed. Tapas culture is alive and well, and we’ve enjoyed everything from patatas bravas to jamón ibérico, usually well after 10 p.m. It’s totally normal here to start dinner after 9 or 10 p.m.—and we’ve embraced it wholeheartedly.

Living Like Locals (Sort Of)
We’ve shifted into the local rhythm pretty quickly—late dinners, even later nights, and long, leisurely mornings. It’s not uncommon for us to stay out until 2 or 3 a.m. and sleep in until late morning. Honestly? We could get used to this.

A Night to Remember at DiverXO
The culinary highlight of our week was dinner at DiverXO, currently ranked the 4th best restaurant in the world. Chef Dabiz Muñoz serves up an avant-garde, multi-sensory tasting menu that blends global influences with outrageous presentation. Think chili crab served with cotton candy, Iberian pork disguised as dim sum, and edible sauces painted onto the plate like art. It was equal parts delicious and surreal—like dinner in a Salvador Dalí dream. I kept the camera at bay – until dessert came – you can see why, can’t you?

We still have another five days here in Madrid before heading to Porto, Portugal for two weeks. We’re planning to slow the pace a bit, soak in a few more museums, take a day trip to Toledo, and of course—eat more tapas. Stay tuned for more from the Spanish capital!

Adios, for now!

From Fire to Festivals: A Tale of Brussels, Tomorrowland, and Ibiza

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After our whirlwind days in Copenhagen, we landed in Brussels full of anticipation. Not just for the chocolate and waffles (though, spoiler alert: those did not disappoint), but because the crown jewel of our Global Journey was about to begin—Tomorrowland.

Our arrival was upbeat. We went straight to dinner with a group of new friends we’d met during our travels. Laughter echoed, drinks clinked, and plates were just being set when suddenly, everyone’s phones began lighting up. News alerts. Messages. Videos. The Tomorrowland mainstage—arguably the most iconic part of the festival—was on fire.

Within the hour, more than 80% of the mainstage had been destroyed. The room, once buzzing with pre-festival excitement, fell into a hush as we tried to make sense of what was happening. Was the festival going to be cancelled? Would they rebuild in time? Rumors flew faster than the flames. And while Tomorrowland remained impressively tight-lipped in the moment, it wasn’t long before we were reassured that the show would go on—just without its centerpiece.

That news was hard to process. For me, the mainstage has always been about more than just music—it’s the theatrics, the grandeur, the jaw-dropping production that transports you to another world. Losing that felt like losing the heart of the festival. But we were here, and the spirit of the crowd was still alive, so we pressed on.

Global Journey, true to its name, took us on an adventure all its own. We danced in the streets of Brussels, got spontaneous airbrush tattoos, and raved in an old warehouse decked out in neon. The organizers did an admirable job pivoting and trying to maintain the Tomorrowland magic. The disappointment lingered, but the energy of the people around us helped keep the vibe light. And hey, it’s not every day you rave with a drag queen in a castle courtyard or stumble upon a surprise techno set at 2pm.

Somewhere in the mix, I indulged in a truly authentic Belgian waffle—and learned more than I ever expected about them. I went with strawberry ice cream, fresh strawberries, and a thick drizzle of chocolate sauce (no regrets). What I didn’t know until that moment is that there are two types of Belgian waffles:

  • Brussels waffles – large, rectangular, airy, crisp.
  • Liège waffles – smaller, round, dense, caramelized from pearl sugar.
    Yes, I tried both. For science.

When the festival officially began, Tomorrowland proved why it’s still one of the most celebrated festivals on Earth—even without a mainstage. It was overwhelming, chaotic, mesmerizing. At times, the crowd was way too much. It felt like everyone in Europe was there (and maybe they were?). But we learned to find small moments of peace—lounging in hammocks, enjoying the finer dining options, even just stealing quiet moments between sets.

My favorite stage was The Great Library, a stunning fantasy-style setup that felt like being inside an enchanted storybook. As for DJs—John Summit, Charlotte de Witte, Sara Landry, Lost Frequencies, and Nicky Romerodelivered in ways that made you forget the fire ever happened.

I didn’t take as many photos as usual—I lived more through video this time. Partly because the environment was constantly moving, partly because I wanted to be more present. Still, everyone agreed: something was different this year. The absence of the mainstage was a heavy note in an otherwise epic symphony. And every night ended the same way: with a brutal 40-minute walk back to the bus, exhausted, buzzing, and ready to collapse.

After three straight days of 12+ hour raves, we were more than ready for a change of pace. Cue: Ibiza.

Now, here’s the thing. I thought I understood Ibiza. I’d read about the party scene, heard all the stories, seen the Instagram reels. But nothing quite prepares you for the actual scene. It’s wild—beautiful, but wild. The clubs are pricey, the nights start at midnight and don’t stop until sunrise, and the people? Let’s just say… the energy was not exactly my vibe.

We had one DJ we wanted to see, but their set didn’t even begin until 3am. Just the idea of staying up that late, surrounded by sweaty, screaming, much-younger club kids gave me anxiety. No shade, just not my scene. Instead, we soaked in sunny beaches, did a bit of shopping, and discovered some incredible restaurants. One spot at the marina overlooked the old town—probably one of the best dining views of our trip, maybe our life.

Unfortunately, both of us were under the weather during our stay, which naturally kept us away from the Ibiza madness even more. In a way, it was a blessing. It forced us to rest, reset, and enjoy a quieter side of the island.

Final Thoughts:
Our journey from Brussels to Boom to Ibiza was a rollercoaster—a literal firestorm of emotions and unexpected turns. But that’s travel, and especially festival travel: you roll with the punches, dance in the ashes, and find joy wherever you can.

Even without a mainstage, Tomorrowland still managed to deliver unforgettable memories, and Ibiza, for all its intensity, reminded us of the value in knowing your limits and following your own beat.

Now, we’re en route to Madrid, where we’ll be spending the next two weeks. It’s our chance to catch our breath—to slow down, recharge, and soak in the city’s rich culture, food, and rhythm of daily life. After weeks of high energy and nonstop movement, Madrid will be our much-needed reset—and we’re excited to see what a slower pace might bring.

Copenhagen: A Quirky, Elegant Chapter in Our Global Journey

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Copenhagen swept us off our feet. From the moment we arrived, it felt like stepping into a dream — clean streets, colorful canals, impossibly polite people, and a mid-century modern hotel that looked like it had been styled by Wes Anderson on a caffeine high.

This was the third stop in our Global Journey with Tomorrowland, and the vibes stayed strong. We checked into 25hours Hotel Copenhagen, located right in the heart of the city. The space was a sensory treat — bold colors, eclectic art, and retro furniture that made us want to lounge all day (if the city outside weren’t so tempting). But the food? That was the real showstopper. We dove into dishes that reminded us why we love travel: warm hummus, tender chicken skewers, Israeli salad that danced with acidity, crispy spring rolls, and fresh-baked bread with rich, aromatic sauces. Every bite hit.

Our Global Journey host welcomed us with the same warmth we’d experienced in previous cities. The curated experiences in Copenhagen were some of the best yet. We kicked things off with a walking tour through the city’s highlights — and what a stunning city it is. Impeccably clean, filled with bikes instead of honking horns, and full of architectural charm that balances old-world royalty with modern Danish cool.

We witnessed the changing of the guards at Amalienborg Palace, an experience both regal and oddly calming. Next up: Nyhavn, the postcard-perfect canal lined with brightly painted buildings and bobbing boats. No photo can quite do it justice (though yes, we tried). But perhaps the most unexpected stop was Christiania, Copenhagen’s semi-autonomous free town filled with murals, music, and a vibe that can only be described as “creative rebellion.” On our stroll back to the hotel, we passed a bustling street cart and couldn’t resist trying the famed Belgian hotdog. It was everything — ketchup, mustard, crispy onions, fresh onions, tangy pickles — wrapped in a warm bun of pure comfort. Street food perfection.

The day ended with a private Tomorrowland rave—because of course it did. Picture this: a great DJ spinning infectious beats, bottomless beer and wine, delicious apps circulating the room, and a drag queen keeping the party alive with sequins and sass. We wrapped up the night with some of our new friends at Tivoli Gardens, a magical amusement park that somehow blends whimsy and elegance. We screamed our way through the second-oldest roller coaster in the world, then wandered through the glowing park under twinkling lights. Tivoli at night felt like being in a fairytale written for grown-ups.

The next morning, we slowed things down with a quiet breakfast at a charming café — the kind of place where you can sip your latte while doing your laundry, because why not multitask with style?

But the true climax of our time in Copenhagen came that night, with our reservation at Alchemist — a dining experience so immersive and mind-bending that calling it a “restaurant” feels like underselling it. From the mysterious entryway to the ethereal main dining dome, every detail was designed to surprise and delight. Over the course of several hours, we were treated to 50 “impressions”, each dish more inventive than the last. Standouts included:

  • The “Tongue Kiss” — a tiny beef tartare sculpture served on a replica of a human tongue (yes, really).
  • “Smoke from the Amazon” — a dish served with fog and earthy aromas designed to evoke a rainforest on fire, calling attention to environmental issues.
  • “Brain” — a dessert shaped like a human brain filled with raspberry and beet, intended to spark a conversation about mental health.

We didn’t take any food photos — deliberately. It was a rare and beautiful night where we tucked our phones away, looked each other in the eyes, and savored every strange and stunning bite in real time. (We did snap some shots of the space — the entry, the lounge, the mesmerizing dining room, and the after-dinner “paint room,” where guests are invited to leave their mark.) Can you find my mark?

As we packed our bags, both of us agreed: Copenhagen is our favorite destination so far, with Barcelona a close second. The city is polished without being pretentious, quirky without trying too hard, and full of thoughtful contrasts — art and architecture, rebellion and refinement, fairytales and food tours. We’ll be back. Probably more than once.


Stay tuned for our next stop, Brussels. Until then, enjoy the photos and remember: never underestimate a city that can serve both a Michelin-starred “tongue kiss” and a street dog with pickles that makes you weep with joy.

-BOTR

Three Nights in Lisbon: Rooftops, Rest Day & New Friends

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After a quick flight from Barcelona, we landed in Lisbon for a three-night stay that was as colorful and lively as the city itself. This leg of our journey is part of our Global Journey experience with Tomorrowland, and it’s already introduced us to some incredible people. We’ve met fellow travelers from Australia, Canada, and across the U.S.—proof that music really does bring people together.

Lisbon itself is like a living postcard. Winding cobblestone streets, steep hills, tiled facades, and pastel-colored buildings made it impossible not to stop for a photo every five minutes. The city’s energy is contagious, and while our time here was short, it was packed with fun.

We kicked things off on Day 2 with a tuk-tuk ride through the city and finished with drinks at a rooftop bar with sweeping views of the city. The sun was setting, the breeze was perfect, and I ordered a cocktail called “Baby One More Time” in honor of the queen herself, Britney Spears. (Yes, it was delicious.)

One of the highlights was an evening on Pink Street with our new crew. We bar-hopped, people-watched, sipped on more cocktails than we probably needed, and marveled at the rainbow of umbrellas strung above us. It felt like a scene straight out of a travel ad.

In between the nightlife and sightseeing, we took a much-needed rest day—because let’s be real, this pace isn’t sustainable without a breather. We stayed in, ordered lunch to the hotel, and recharged. Our final evening in Lisbon was low-key and perfect: pizza and cocktails on our hotel’s rooftop, watching the sun dip below the water.

As much as we appreciated Lisbon’s charm, we both agreed it’s not quite our vibe long-term. That said, we’re excited to head north to Porto in a few weeks—especially since the wine there is apparently just as affordable as it is here. (Fun fact: in Portugal, a glass of wine is often cheaper than bottled water or soda. Priorities.)

I’m writing this from the lobby of our Copenhagen hotel, and Casey and I are already smitten with the city. I’ll be back soon with all the highlights from our time here. Next stop: Brussels. Tomorrowland starts Friday, and we are READY.

From Lava Fields to Tapas Bars: Wrapping Up Iceland and Falling for Barcelona

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*Posted from BCN airport en route to Lisbon*

It’s been nearly a week since my last update, and as I sit at the Barcelona airport with a café con leche in hand and the sounds of Portuguese boarding calls in the background, I wanted to catch you up on our latest adventures — but before I dive into the magic of Barcelona, let’s close the chapter on Iceland.

Iceland: A Land of Extremes and Enchantment

Our last two days in Iceland were nothing short of unforgettable. We kicked things off at Seljalandsfoss, a waterfall you can actually walk behind — and yes, we got completely soaked, but it was 100% worth it. From there, we took a ferry to the Westman Islands (Vestmannaeyjar), a volcanic archipelago known for its rugged beauty and rich history.

Cruising around the islands in a high-speed RIB boat was a highlight. We zipped past the famous Elephant Rock, explored quiet inlets like Lover’s Cove, spotted some rogue sheep grazing impossibly high on the cliffs, and — best of all — witnessed thousands of puffins in flight. These clumsy little seabirds are even more adorable in person. After the tour, we explored Heimaey, the only inhabited island in the chain, where we sampled some Icelandic specialties and toasted our adventure with cocktails at a cozy harbor-side bar.

On our final day, we made our way back toward Reykjavik. We strolled along Rainbow Street (Skólavörðustígur), peeked into boutiques full of quirky Icelandic design, and indulged in — wait for it — Mexican food for lunch. (Because sometimes, you just need a taco in the Arctic.)

It’s hard to put into words what Iceland meant to us. It was everything I imagined and more: wild waterfalls, moss-covered lava fields, black sand beaches, glacial tunnels, geothermal baths, and skies that never turned dark. While I couldn’t live somewhere with 24 hours of daylight (or its winter opposite), I could absolutely return again and again to this strange and stunning land. And I’m glad we went in the summer — 50s and 60s felt like paradise to these two ex-Floridians.
We took over 1,200 photos during our time in Iceland — if you want the full gallery, shoot me a message and I’ll send you a link.

Barcelona: Where Sidewalks Sizzle and Cultures Collide

After the quiet majesty of Iceland, arriving in Barcelona felt like diving into a completely different world — in the best way possible. We were only here for three nights, but the city immediately swept us off our feet. We didn’t do a ton of traditional sightseeing this time. Instead, we let the city set the pace.

Each day started with coffee on the sidewalk — never to-go, always to stay. We wandered through neighborhoods like El Born, Gràcia, and the Gothic Quarter, marveling at how centuries-old buildings coexist with sleek modern shops and hip cafés.

One afternoon, we hopped on a double-decker bus for a ride around the city — the perfect way to take in Barcelona’s stunning architecture and iconic landmarks without a strict agenda. We were on the lower deck (thanks to a packed top level), which made taking photos tricky due to the glare, but the views were still incredible. At one of the stops, we wandered off to grab lunch — and I’m not exaggerating when I say we had the best paella of my life. The saffron, the seafood, the crisp bottom layer — perfection.

We didn’t make it to every must-see, but we did experience a bit of the magic:

  • The architectural wonder of La Sagrada Família, even if only from the outside
  • A stroll down Passeig de Gràcia, where Gaudí’s Casa Batlló and Casa Milà stand like whimsical sculptures
  • And of course, the tree-lined La Rambla, teeming with life, music, and people from all over the world

Barcelona is a city of layers — Roman ruins beneath Gothic churches, avant-garde architecture beside sunbathers and sangria pitchers. It’s a place where worlds blend and where living well seems to be the shared religion. With just under 200 photos taken, you can tell this wasn’t about the camera — it was about being present. And I could absolutely see us returning for a longer stay in the future.

Onward to Lisbon!

As we board our flight to Lisbon, we realize we’ve done zero planning for the next few days — and honestly, that feels kind of perfect. After the rugged landscapes of Iceland and the romantic buzz of Barcelona, we’re excited to see what Portugal has in store. All I know is we’ll chase whatever vibes Lisbon decides to throw our way.

Thanks for following along on the Run.
From Barcelona, with love —
B & C

A Day of Firsts: Snowmobiles, Glaciers, Lava Caves & More

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Spoiler alert: I didn’t go back to sleep after finishing my last blog. Just as I was wrapping it up, Casey woke up and we decided to get an early start—and I’m so glad we did. What followed was a packed, beautiful, and downright thrilling day full of unforgettable firsts (and sheep grazing along our path).

We hit the road for a two-hour drive to our first stop: the stunning waterfalls of Barnafoss and Hraunfossar. Set against the backdrop of lava fields, the vibrant Arctic-blue water rushing through the black rock was absolutely mesmerizing. We spent time walking the trails, snapping photos, and just taking it all in.

But the main event of the day awaited: Langjökull Glacier.

After navigating the highland tracks to reach the glacier base camp, we suited up for a snowmobiling adventure. About two-thirds of the way up the glacier, we made our first stop—a walk through the largest man-made ice tunnel in the world. Stretching 500 meters long and 3.5 meters wide, with ice as thick as 25 meters overhead, it was an awe-inspiring experience. The layers of blue and white ice, compacted over centuries, created a surreal, almost otherworldly scene.

It was also sobering: our guide shared that Langjökull has lost nearly 29% of its mass since 1890, most of that in the last decade alone. It’s estimated to vanish entirely within the next 125–150 years. The glacier—whose name means “Long Glacier”—is Iceland’s second largest.

Before exiting the ice tunnel, our guide gave us a surprise: because of the clear weather, we’d be snowmobiling all the way to the glacier’s peak, nearly 1,300 meters above sea level. So off we went—Casey behind the wheel—as we climbed higher into the dazzling white landscape. At the summit, we stepped off, took in the jaw-dropping views, and I even made a snow angel. Just before we left, it started to snow—making the entire moment feel like a scene from a dream.

Then came my turn to drive—and let’s just say we didn’t exactly coast down the glacier. I was grinning the entire way.

Back at base camp, still buzzing with adrenaline, we impulsively decided to squeeze in one more adventure: a tour of Viðgelmir Lava Tunnel, one of the largest lava caves in the world. Nestled beneath the Hallmundarhraun lava field, the cave was formed during a volcanic eruption in 930 CE that lasted several years and spread across 200 square kilometers. With a volume of more than five million cubic feet, it’s a geological marvel—nearly 1,600 meters long and almost 17 meters wide in parts.

Casey, with his geology degree, was in heaven—and so was I. Our guide was phenomenal, sharing fascinating details about Viking artifacts and skeletal remains found inside. The textures, shapes, and colors of the cave walls were eerie, beautiful, and unlike anything I’ve seen before.

After nearly 18 hours awake, we made the 2.5-hour drive back to Reykholt, grabbed a pizza from a local joint, and made it back to our cozy cabin. I crashed on the couch almost instantly.

Eleven hours of glorious sleep later, we decided to take it easy today. We’ve had a physically intense week and tomorrow is shaping up to be another epic day. Here’s what’s in store:

  • Gljúfrabúi, a hidden waterfall you can walk behind
  • The iconic Seljalandsfoss
  • The black-sand beach of Reynisfjara, famous for its basalt columns
  • A ferry ride to Vestmannaeyjar (Westman Islands)
  • A boat tour of Heimaey Island, including Elephant Rock, a dormant volcano, a beluga whale sanctuary, and Iceland’s largest puffin colony

But for today? It’s all about rest, Icelandic beers, leftovers, and a little TV.

Stay tuned—so much more magic to come!

First Impressions of Iceland: Lava Fields, Lobster Ravioli & a Midnight Sun

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After landing in Iceland, we grabbed our rental car and made our way straight to the famous Blue Lagoon. Within minutes, I was struck by the surreal beauty of the landscape—it honestly felt like we’d landed on another planet. Lava rock blanketed the terrain, interrupted only by bursts of purple wildflowers and thick carpets of moss so green it almost looked fake. We pulled over for a few photos, but the drive itself was a visual feast.

At the Blue Lagoon, we checked into The Retreat—a luxurious spa experience tucked away from the more touristy main lagoon. We spent the afternoon soaking in geothermal waters, enjoying light bites, and indulging in pure relaxation. I even had a massage… in the water. Sadly, their strict no-photo policy meant I couldn’t capture much, but honestly, it was refreshing to unplug completely. No Instagram. No emails. Just Casey and me, floating in silence. We even passed out for a much-needed 4-hour nap in one of the cozy relaxation rooms.

We also took part in “The Ritual”—a three-step skin treatment using salt, silica, and algae. It was as therapeutic as it sounds. What wasn’t as pleasant? My short stint in the sauna. Ten minutes in, I felt like a medium-rare steak gasping for breath. The cold plunge was calling, but I decided my body had experienced enough extremes for one day.

The drive into Reykjavik was easy—minimal traffic and manageable construction. Still, I wished we’d hired a driver so I could’ve soaked in more of the scenery instead of focusing on the road. Safety first, of course.

We checked into The Edition, and wow—what a hotel. The scent of the lobby, the spacious room, the location, and the restaurant (Tides) all exceeded expectations. I had one of the best lobster raviolis of my life. After dinner, we took a short stroll around 10 p.m. and found Reykjavik absolutely buzzing—bikers, pub-goers, families, tourists, locals. The sun was still high in the sky. It felt more like 5 p.m. than nearly midnight.

We capped off the evening with drinks on the rooftop bar, marveling at the surreal, lingering daylight. Then we shut the blackout curtains and passed out. No sleep on the plane had caught up with us—and we had an island to explore.

Sunday: Craters, Geysers & Fried Fish Heaven

We meant to be out the door by 9:30 a.m. but… ended up leaving the hotel just after 11. That meant skipping the Icelandic Phallological Museum (I’ll have to save the organ-shaped waffles for another trip—I’ve encountered enough “specimens” in my day).

Our first stop was Kerið Crater—a vivid red volcanic caldera filled with a deep blue lake. It’s not an impact crater but a collapsed magma chamber, and it’s breathtaking. We hiked the rim and then made our way down to the water’s edge.

Next up: The Great Geysir. We were lucky enough to witness two eruptions from Strokkur, which blasts boiling water up to 200 feet into the air. I don’t know if ours hit the max, but it was spectacular. I filmed one in slow-mo and have already watched it a dozen times. That sulfur smell? Worth it.

By late afternoon, we arrived at our home for the week: Reykholt, a tiny, peaceful village that feels like it’s worlds away from everything. Before check-in, we stopped at a tiny restaurant that only serves burgers and fish & chips. I ordered the latter and… WOW. Best fried fish I’ve ever had. Perfect seasoning, crispy batter, fresh fish, and addictive dipping sauces. 11/10.

We wrapped up the night with Casey napping on me while I watched 28 Weeks Later. (His pick. He passed out within five minutes.) Later, we shared a frozen pizza, booked our adventures for the week, and I ended the day with a relaxing soak in the hot tub.

Monday: Waterfall Hopping & Walking Across Continents

Monday was one for the books. We set out to explore part of the Golden Circle, starting with Brúarfoss, known as “Iceland’s Bluest Waterfall.” No filters needed—the icy turquoise water looked unreal.

Next: Faxi Waterfall—bigger, broader, and powerful in its own way, though lacking Brúarfoss’s signature hue. We climbed around it for a bit and took plenty of photos before continuing on to the star of the day: Gullfoss.

Gullfoss is massive. Thunderous. It plummets into a deep canyon with a force that you can feel. We explored every accessible trail and viewpoint. Without planning it, we ended up visiting the waterfalls in a perfect crescendo: good, better, best.

But the day wasn’t over.

We drove on to Þingvellir National Park, where two tectonic plates—North American and Eurasian—are literally pulling apart. I walked across a rift valley that divides continents. No snorkeling this time (that glacial water is cold), but we dipped our fingers in and I’m guessing it was well below 40°F.

Þingvellir is also a UNESCO World Heritage Site, rich with Icelandic history. Over 15,000 steps later, we were ready to return to our cozy cabin in Reykholt.

Tuesday Morning: Sunrises at 3 AM & Glacier Adventures Await

It’s now 3 a.m. on Tuesday, and the sun has just risen. I’m crawling back into bed for a few hours of sleep before we head off to Langjökull Glacier for a snowmobiling adventure and a trek through an ice cave.

I’ll be honest—the 24-hour daylight is throwing me off. It’s hard to go to bed at 11:30 p.m. with the sun still shining and then wake up to sunrise at 3 a.m. But it also gives us more time to explore all the magic Iceland has to offer.

Coming up: puffins, belugas, elephant rock, and (fingers crossed) whales.

Back on the Run,
Brandon & Casey