Category: Europe



The whole plan involved 2 cruises. One off the Rhine River and the next aboard MSC sailing out of Barcelona. At the last minute, the Rhine Cruise was cancelled, leaving us “stranded” in Strasbourg. Thank goodness we had booked a 2nd cruise with MSC and that pushed through as scheduled. We tweaked our travel schedule so we can stay longer in our Strasbourg hotel and booked extra nights in another Barcelona hotel prior to the MSC Mediterranean cruise. Just 7 nights but with lovely ports of call one can dream of.

Inside the MSC World Europa

First port was in Marseilles in the south of France. Think panisses and bouillabaisse — Marseille’s signature seafood stew and chickpea flour fritters. We booked a walking tour here and decided on a lunch recommended by our guide. In Genoa — our 2nd port of call — we winged it on our own and heard Sunday Mass in the beautiful Cathedral of San Lorenzo, just a stone’s throw from the Chiesa del Gesu. More photos and details here.

Marseille

Genoa

Notre Dame Marseille & Vieux Port
It’s all about Focaccia in Genoa

In the past, we’d just breeze through Napoli and instead spend time in Positano, Sorrento and Capri. The Amalfi Coast is so breathtaking while Naples has gained quite a bad rap. I wasn’t confident to check out the city on my own but having crafted our own walking tour, we got off the boat and took a cab all the way to the Chiesa del Gesú Nuovo which is just a stone’s throw from the Monasterio delle Santa Chiara. Both churches run along the Spaccanapoli. We walked all the way back to the cruise terminal without any incident. Have a read.

Napoli, Italia

Taormina, Sicily

Galleria Umberto in Naples

Taormina

By the time we docked in Valletta, Malta, we were almost sad it’s our last port of call. It was a near perfect ship itinerary. From the south of France down south off Italy, with a day at sea to sail back up to Barcelona. But Malta is super impressive. It’s so small but soooo packed with history and culture. We wonder how the streets look and the vistas off the cliff after sundown when the swarming cruisers have gone back to boat.

Valletta, Malta 🇲🇹

Look at those iconic wooden closed balconies!

I spent my birthday at sea. So happened it’s the last whole day (on the boat) before disembarking in Barcelona. What a fun way to celebrate as the boat and its crew drummed up the beat before seeing us all off. Champagne and dancing all around. So much energy. Just perfect!


It’s been on my bucket list for the longest time. Malta and the southern part of Italy (Sicily). Have read up quite a bit on Malta and it didn’t disappoint. And that applies only to Valletta. There isn’t time for ferry rides or further exploration to sites like Mdina or the Three Cities. For sure, I’d be back with more days to spend here. One of the few times I promise myself that I will repeat and enhance the experience. Malta has that effect on you. And I just know that it is one place where the visit cannot, should not be rushed. It needs to be digested slowly. (Besides, the uphill climbs are no joke 🥲). With few hours to spare, we joined the swarm of midday cruisers but did the best we could.

Around the Parliament.
Office of the Prime Minister

Signed up for a walking tour and we put those leg muscles to good use. From the boat, we walked for 8 minutes along the waterfront promenade which was thankfully flat. Against the bastion walls, we found the Barraka lift, paid a measly €1 to take us up to the historic city center which sits beautifully on a cliff offering a panoramic view of the harbor. Stepping out of the Barraka lift, passing the lovely colonnaded gardens, we headed towards the Parliament or Freedom Square. A short and easy stroll, really. Flat and paved. On our way, we passed the baroque building housing the office of the Prime Minister as well as the Church. The capital’s main thoroughfare — Republique Street — runs from the Triton Fountain all the way to Fort St. Elmo. The star-shaped fort is where the National War Museum is (which we missed!). It is also the site of the historic great siege of 1565 and bore heavy bombardment during the Second World War.

Triton Fountain
St. John’s Co Cathedral

I do have one major regret here. We should have booked visits to the St. John’s Co Cathedral — a solid fortress-like structure designed by a military architect that looks simple, even austere, and quite commanding. Why? It houses two Caravaggio masterpieces which were painted during the Italian Baroque Master’s wild fugitive days in Malta. The “Beheading of Saint John Baptist” is regarded as one of the greatest works of this other Michelangelo (Merisi da Caravaggio) — a priceless work of art which incidentally is the only work he signed. While this masterpiece hangs in the Oratory, the other piece “St Jerome Writing” hangs in a dedicated Caravaggio Wing inside the cathedral. Trivia: this piece was stolen in 1984, later ransomed and recovered in 1986. There was a long line the day we visited. Sigh 🥲

Across St. John’s Co Cathedral
MUŻA. The National Community Art Museum.

We did have a chance to visit MUŻA. The museum is housed in a knight’s palace and features contemporary Maltese art and Baroque masterpieces . But then again, there isn’t time to explore. Frankly, I can’t believe there is so much in Valletta, the smallest capital in the European Union. For a place with only 6,000 residents, it is home to over 300 official monuments. No wonder the entire capital is declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site given the abundance of historic and heritage sites packed into its small walled grid. Evidently, so much wealth must have funded Valletta’s architecture like the stone bastions, palaces, fortifications and monuments. One story goes that the founders of Valletta — the Knights of Saint John also known as Knights Hospitaller — “inherited” the wealth amassed by the Knights Templar in the 13th century. As decreed by the then Pope, the order was abolished in 1312. But it took more than 200 years before Valletta was founded by the Grandmaster of the Knights of Saint John — Jean de Vallette — in 1566 following the Great Siege of Malta. As the knights defended Malta against the Ottomans, the knights were elevated in legendary status. The second story goes that after the siege, many monarchs gave significant financial contributions to the Knights for defending Malta against the Ottoman advances.

Whatever and however the story goes, Malta impresses. It deserves the UNESCO Heritage Site every bit of the way. And then there are the Maltese Balconies called gallariji. These closed wooden balconies originated from the 17th century during the Order of Saint John, and now are the cultural symbols of Malta. They are typically painted in vibrant hues from bold reds, deep blues or forest greens. Quite similar to their Moorish, Arabic and North African counterparts.

The iconic wooden balconies are called “gallariji” with North African and Arabic influences.
Inside the Church of Our Lady of Victory

I do feel “bitin” with Valletta. Or Malta for that matter. I have not had the chance to even try Maltese cuisine beyond the Ftira which was actually ordered by a friend for lunch. It looks like an ordinary sourdough sandwich packed with tuna. Would love to try other dishes which reportedly are influenced by Arabic, North African and Sicilian culinary traditions. Well, it looks like I’d have to wait for the next trip to fully explore Malta!


We docked early in Taormina, Sicily. And I must say, we were all dripping in excitement to walk the ancient cobbled paths of this Sicilian hill town resort town. Lying on the eastern part of Sicily, Taormina houses an ancient amphitheater that looks out to the Ionian Sea. The ancient Greek theatre is the second largest theatre in Sicily next to the one in Syracuse, and it’s been sitting there since the 3rd century BC. It was rebuilt by the Romans around the 2nd century AD and has since been the top attraction in Taormina.

Taormina, Sicily
Greek-Roman Amphitheatre

A day here simply isn’t enough. It would have been ideal to wander freely through the Corso Umberto past the Porta Messina just to browse through the many quaint shops, cafes, gardens and gelato bars. And don’t forget the cannoli! There is also the Palazzo Corvaja just past the arched gate to this commune. From its second level, one can observe the crowds moving through the Corso looking for souvenir items to buy or casing the ancient street to choose from the many cafes and bars.

We found an alley off the Corso lined by many trattorias and had an al fresco lunch of pulpo salad, pasta vongole and sardines in a place called Momma Rossa. The light, dry white wine I had with the very Italian lunch was all I needed after the uphill walks in and around the amphitheater. For a few minutes, I worried I was having one of those vertigo spells. But it passed. And we rewarded ourselves with a good proper lunch. The quaint shops with charming Sicilian vendors sent me back on the boat with a bag full of chocolate coated nuts and trinkets. After all the samples I had, only fair to buy stuff from those charming ladies. Let’s see if those chocs endure the trip home — I may be tempted to much on them while the trip lasts 😋

Lunch at Momma Rossa
Palazzo Corvaja

The Palazzo Corvaja just past the Porta Messina was actually closed for the day but for some reason, we managed to enter all the way to the second floor until a kind lady informed us that it wasn’t open. Well, that was a quick “tour” and with some time to spare before riding the shuttle back to our bus, we took some alleys leading to the Villa Comunale Gardens. This garden park used to be a private garden of an English noblewoman named Lady Florence who was then married to Taormina’s Mayor. We could have spent more time here despite the rain, but word got to us that most everyone is back ready to hie off for the return to our boat. If we had more time, we could have lingered and reached the garden’s spot which offered a majestic view of Mt. Etna and the sea. All’s well as we reminded ourselves we need another visit of Taormina as well as other parts of Sicily. Till next time!

Villa Comunale Garden
Villa Comunale Garden

I don’t understand why this city gets a bad rap. All the time we were here, I never felt unsafe or threatened. Yes, the cab drivers just outside the cruise terminal were bullies without exception but we knew better and walked away. A young taxi driver then politely asked us where we’re going and we negotiated a fixed €20 cab ride with him. He drove us all the way to the front steps of Gesù Nuovo to admire its distinctive striped facade and entered the church before it closed at 1pm. Soon after, we walked a few steps to the nearby Santa Chiara but didn’t have enough time to check out its lovely tiled cloisters. Like Gesù Nuovo, it closed at 1pm. As we exited its gate, we tracked our way towards Museo Capella Sansevero on the off chance somebody cancelled a timed admission to view the Veiled Christ sculpture (Cristo Velato). Tickets were fully sold for the next 2 weeks and we can only sigh in despair we didn’t book early enough. Serves us a good excuse to head back to Naples!

Inside Gesu Nuovo
Santa Chiara

The very street straddling both Gesu Nuovo and Santa Chiara is the Spaccanapoli. We wandered the historic street, browsed the little shops and simply enjoyed the atmosphere around Piazza San Domenico Maggiore. We even found a candy store where a kindly old signore offered us his risotto, even spoon feeding us! Like good children, we opened our mouths and thanked him for the Italian rice dish. Back on the Spaccanapoli, we walked back towards Via Toledo and found an old pizzeria that has been in operation since 1833. Lunch was a Pizza Margherita and fritto mixto in this ristorante called Pizzeria Mattozzi. In operation since 1833, it stands among Napoli’s most historic culinary institutions.

Pizza Margherita and Fritto Mixto
Maradona in the Spanish Quarter

We pretty much covered our planned itinerary except for missing the Museo Capella Sansevero which was fully booked. But we chanced upon the centuries-old pizzeria that has been one of Napoli’s historic culinary institutions. This birthplace of pizza has pizzerias all over the place. And the Spanish Quarter has many tiny al fresco dining spots along narrow alleys with walls adorned by the image of the much-loved soccer legend Maradona. The numero 10 before my fav Messi. Along Via Toledo, and meandering around the narrow alleys of the Spanish Quarter, we walked back towards the cruise terminal. Passed by Galleria Umberto, a piazza and an opera house. Also the Castel Nuovo right across where our boat was docked. Don’t know much about this “new castle” but since we had time before boarding time, we dropped in and snapped some photos before bidding Napoli ciao.

Galleria Umberto
Castel Nuovo
My AI-generated Walking Map

I was here not too long ago so I’d likely skip many must-do’s like the Sagrada Família, Casa Batlló, Casa Mila, Park Güell, Palau de Musica Catalana, Ciutadella Parque, even the Barceloneta. But I need a repeat of La Boqueria and the many dining spots around here. They say food is an integral part of one’s travels but I’m beginning to think u travel for the food. 🤣 Especially Spanish food! From desayunos to almuerzos and unforgettable dinners, España ranks up there in my book. From cafe cortado to churros con chocolate, from paellas to fideuas, from ham to jamones and many more.

La Boqueria
This is lunch. An assortment of seafood from sea bream, prawns, navajas, salmon, clams, mussels etc

From Barcelona Cathedral to Santa Maria Del Pi and Del Mar, we’ve had our hours of prayers in these majestic Iglesias. All within walking distance from our hotel in Barrio Gotic, the birthplace of Joan Miro. Just off the corner, there was Antic Tapas de Ferran where we had our first Catalan almuerzo of pulpo, paella, gambas, anchoas, and my favorite pimientos de padron! Completed the day with postres (desserts) of crema catalan y gelato in Plaça Reial where people watching is par for the course. Que sabroso!

Lunch in Carrer Ferran, Barrio Gotic
Postres en Plaça Reial in Barrio Gotic

While we took eating real seriously, we paid equally serious attention to Catalan art and made it to Fundacio Joan Miro, Moco Museum and Picasso Museum. Fundacio Miro is a half hour Bus 55 ride from Plaça Catalonia to Montjuic Hill. The 2 museos in El Born is just a short walking distance from our Barrio Gotic crib. Did my souvenir shopping in the museos’ tiendas. That walk also meant passing this superb tortilla place called El Xampanyet recommended by our friend D. It has been around for nearly a century — since 1929. It’s a hole in the wall but long lines are the norm. We found a corner table near the tiny kitchen manned by a huge stocky Catalan who moved and cooked the tortillas so briskly it’s almost a spectacle. I also enjoyed a good tinto de verano here. Still good as it feels summery here than autumn-ish. Yes, at 24C!

Best tortilla in my book. El Xampanyet in El Born.
The collections from Fundacio Joan Miro

We’d be returning to Barcelona after our Mediterranean cruise so we’re not exactly in a rush to hit the Catalan attractions here. But the nearby Santa Maria del Pi has an ongoing exhibit — some art installations depicting “Childhood in Exile” and dwelt on sad and broken feelings of isolation and sufferings. Too heavy and I must say depressing. Before long, we stepped out of the Iglesia and walked towards Plaça Reial in search of an oyster place.

I’m not a shopper but there were good finds in Moco Museum Shop
“Childhood in Exile. Sacred Childhood”

Well, the oyster place wasn’t exactly what we dreamed of. I mean the oysters were good (you can’t mess with fresh oysters, anyway) but everything else is meh — fish soup, fideuas, berenjenas (eggplant) and sea bream . Can’t win them all but the service in Quinze Nits likewise sucks. Not ever will we head back. And this serves as a good lesson — the Plaça Reial is right next to our hotel so it was no sweat walking easily to find a place for some seafood stew and oysters. But it’s a square for the tourists in the Barrio Gotic area who are too lazy (like me us that night) to search for dining spots with good reviews. One hard lesson.

Albondigas, “Chicharon” and more pimientos at El Rincon de las Tapas

So on our last day in Barcelona before boarding our boat for the Mediterranean cruise, we dined in Asador de Aranda. An absolutely special lunch of lechal (suckling lamb) and hake carpaccio. Soooo good. I completely ignored the ribeye steak and totally enjoyed my lamb lunch. Hits a spot, for sure. Our Barcelona (Part 1) adventure ended on the right note despite some mishaps. And we hope to fully enjoy the second episode after our cruise.

Ribeye & Lechal

Right. So here’s what happened. We intended to stay just 3 nights in Strasbourg before boarding our boat for the Rhine Cruise. But we got word the cruise is cancelled because of the Rhine’s low water situation. Plan B set into motion, but not without complications. We’re staying 2 extra nights in Strasbourg and 3 extra nights in Barcelona before we board our boat for the Mediterranean cruise. As we spend our weekend here in Strasbourg, we are thinking of another day trip somewhere or maybe just stay put here to check out the weekend food market or maybe even ride a small boat around Petite France. There’s also many Alsatian dishes to try here near the border with Germany. 😋

Notre Dame Strasbourg
Inside Notre Dame

Being “stranded” in Strasbourg isn’t a bad idea. This charming corner of France with a very rich and vibrant Franco-German heritage offers many picturesque spots like scenic river walks, centuries-old half-timbered houses, a majestic cathedral, pretty bridges, cozy cafes and brasseries. Petite France looks straight out of a fairy tale, sitting pretty along the Ill River. The Grand Rue that runs along the water is kept busy with pedestrians checking out the cheese stores, boutiques, bistros and cafes. It’s been a good week now in France and after Paris, it is nice to just relax and take leisurely walks with hardly a plan except to eat well and snap a few lovely photos as souvenirs of the Alsace Region.

Petite France
Petite France
Petite France

I should be updating this blog as we go along. For the moment, we’re cooling our heels around here. The morning showers aren’t exactly welcome but perfect days aren’t the norm. So there. And yes, we’ve been eating well. Food is French-German and we’re loving it. Watch this page.

Le Tire Bouchon
Winstub La Vieille Enseigne

Outside of Paris lies Colmar in the beautiful Alsace Region. Been in my bucket list for years, especially after looking at those lovely Alsatian Christmas markets . But what floored me more than its scenic landscape and pretty village is its true treasure, the Musee Unterlinden housed in a 13th century convent and what used to be a public baths building. The entire building keeps a massive collection but given our limited time, we concentrated on the breathtaking Isenheim Altarpiece. If only for these masterpieces by the German Renaissance painter Grunewald & carver Haguenauer, no one wonders why and how this Musee receives as many as 200,000 visitors yearly.

Collected from some churches, abbeys, convents and monasteries, the religious artworks were recently restored (2018-2022) and now on display in all its vivid colors. Impressive paintings and sculptures of the Nativity, Annunciation, Crucifixion and Resurrection were commissioned for a monastery hospital in Isenheim back in 1512-1516, and later moved to Colmar some 20 kms away in 1792 during the French Revolution.

It’s almost sinful to spend just an hour in Musee Unterlinden. Viewing the altarpieces and retablo alone can easily take 3 hours. The massive polyptych adorned the high altar of the monastery hospital’s Antonite chapel until the French Revolution. It is claimed that these masterpieces provided spiritual comfort to the sick and dying in the hospital. I haven’t heard about Grünewald and a quick search tells me he has not acquired as much fame as many Renaissance masters. Sad to think that he was not that popular then and even now but his works speak for themselves.

Lastly, the 13th century convent hosting this Musee Unterlinden is one impressive structure complete with cloisters and a basement where the public baths once were. I certainly need to brush up on this museum and its Isenheim collection as my knowledge prior to this visit is zilch. Watch this page for updates.


This wasn’t planned. On this trip, my travel mates booked an evening Seine cruise which I decided not to join. Took off on my own instead and checked in for a night of adoration at the Hôtellerie de la Basilique du Sacre Coeur de Montmartre. I never missed a visit to this lovely basilica up on a hill with every trip to Paris. No matter how tight the travel schedule is. I also try not to miss every First Friday Mass (and if possible, every Friday Mass) and novena to the sacred heart. When I learned the basilica allows vigils (from 11pm to 6am) and provides accommodation to volunteers at this guest house attached to the basilica, I readily signed up. Weekend vigils are almost always full but Mondays are relatively “lacking” in numbers. I booked a room — very spartan — and dinner prior to confession, mass, adoration and prepped myself for a night under the dome. At dinner, I met the staff and some volunteers. We were 15. So I assumed we can easily assign the adoration hours amongst us. It turned out more than half of the people around the table made up the staff. For a good hour, I think I was all alone inside the basilica. I could almost feel the echo of my laboured breathing and coughing. I stared at the lighted candles and mindlessly watched if the lights seemed to sway right or left. Wondered how the light flickered when there didn’t seem to be any wind blowing within the vast space. I didn’t trust myself to wander around under the big dome. I only managed to look behind me and panned the camera, hoping I won’t find any moving shadows. It was so eerily quiet. And very dark. Only the altar was lighted. Plus the candles. For a while, I wasn’t so sure about the passageway that connected the basilica to the hotellerie. Yay.

When I checked in at 4pm, I had time to rest in my room one level below ground. Very spartan. There was a window looking out to an empty space hemmed in by trees and a white statue of the sacred heart. Dinner was served one level lower. The bridgeway that connects to the basilica is one level above ground. So from my room, I needed to climb 2 flights of stairs. Around 8pm, the confessionals were kept busy. A priest must be taking his break, walking around the church. I approached him and asked if I can make a confession and he led me to his confessional box. Then the 10pm mass where this same father-confessor was the presiding priest. I stayed long after the mass. I initially counted 4 of us, maybe 5 as I detected a shadow behind me. Before long, all’s quiet and I felt alone. What a lovely time to pray. From the many church doors, I was trying to figure out which led to the bridgeway and prayed I won’t get lost. Oh, I admit I found a staircase beside the altar leading down and curious me took it. I climbed back up promptly when i sensed it was leading to a crypt. 😳

Every so often, I would travel with my family or friends and somehow manage to exclude myself from the group for some “me time”. This was my “me time” and I’m glad I was able to do this. It was kind of difficult to sleep as my senses were full on but it was a wonderful time to pray. Looking back, I wasn’t sure what I prayed about. I think I just sat there quietly and “listened”. And many happy thoughts wafted through my mind. The gratitude in my heart floated through, leaving me aware of how I actually ended up here. Nothing happens by accident. It appeared unplanned, but somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind, I felt “chosen”. I couldn’t ask for more. I am grateful to feel the way I do now.

The following morning, I skipped the breakfast provided for the volunteers and instead walked around Montmartre. I love this bohemian neighborhood with all its quirky cafes, tiny museums, creperies and brasseries. I just don’t enjoy the sloping streets especially when going uphill. And that Rue Lepic which snaked down to Pigalle which threw off all my sense of direction. I’ve never seen a street corner of the same street! Like Rue Lepic lying perpendicular to another Rue Lepic. Oh well. I’m only too glad with the discovery even if it made me lose track of where to go. So, heading back to our Paris crib now . But not before breakfast. Will I do this again? Why ever not? 🙏🙏🙏


Touchdown, Paris. It’s a Sunday so we decided we’d be off to hear mass after dropping our bags in the hotel. Meant to hear the 1130 mass in Notre Dame but the wait from landing to going through passport control and arriving in our hotel ruined our plans. The streets around the hotel near Champ Elysees were so crowded with dog walkers and our hotel transfer wasted precious hours snaking around detours. By the time we were ready to leave the hotel, we couldn’t even hail a cab. Taxi ranks overtaken by “The Sausage Walk 2026”. Yay, this is Paris indeed. Dog walkers all over the place. So we decided to instead take the metro to Hotel de Ville across Notre Dame. From there we walked towards our chosen restaurant for our Sunday late lunch across the Seine. Au Bourguignon du Marais did not disappoint. Walking along Rue de Rivoli to reach this bourguignon place meant passing by (and dropping in) some shops along Rue de Rivoli, a very trendy street in Le Marais. Tempting to stop for some retail therapy, but after a long flight and muscles begging for a stretch, lunch is the 1st order of the day. And make that a traditional French lunch. A very French lunch.

Beef bourguignon was the bistro’s signature dish and we certainly enjoyed that. Magret de Canard did not really stand out but the dishes that were served before the main entree were truly frenchy good. Love the escargot, the French onion soup and the ouef mayonnaise. More than enough for the four of us. Not bad for our first French meal soon after touchdown. I skipped my inflight meal having decided to sleep through my connecting flight but no luck on catching some winks on these flights. Sob.

The yummy starters before the real deal.

We passed on desserts since we planned to indulge in Carette after this heavy lunch but Carette had to wait. Our random plan to visit Musee Carnavalet ended so uncomfortably warm and humid. Don’t misunderstand — Carnavalet is certainly worth a visit (and it’s free) but temps hiked after our late lunch and it was unbearably warm and humid. We didn’t stay too long and upon exit, dragged ourselves to the nearby square, the oldest in Paris. Place des Vosges. Carette and Maison Victor Hugo are both just around the square but after a long sleepless flight, the rising humidity and the thick Sunday crowd, we lost energy and decided to call it a day.

The taxi that brought us home had to deal with closed-off streets and detours. Upon reaching our Paris crib, we were wasted. Ready to hit the sack. But not before a glass of vino rouge.


And just like that, we only have a couple of weeks before the year 2026 sets in. This early, we’ve mapped out some travel plans already for the coming year. Siargao in January. Kerala, India in February. Back to Sydney in March for quite a time, till June. And for the 2nd half of the year 2026, a river cruise along the Rhine. God knows where else we’d find ourselves in in between those planned trips. There’s Hokkaido and Medan, Indonesia in the drawing boards. And of course, that forever plan to watch Messi play — either with Inter Miami or with his national team Argentina for the coveted back to back win in the World Cup. Busy 2026? Perhaps busier than this year 2025. I’ve skipped many trips with my travel mates this year — choosing to spend more time and holidays with the family. All good. 👍

Hiroshima

Started 2025 with a trip to Fukuoka although we stayed in Hiroshima for the most part. Despite the grim reminders of the horrors of war, the white and pink Sakura blooms cheered us up all throughout that spring holiday. For the 3rd time, I visited Miyajima Island to enjoy once more the iconic Torii gate and the succulent oysters and eels the island is famous for. Back in Manila for the necessary preps for a bigger trip to Spain and France. This European holiday is my first trip with a grandnephew based in Sydney, plus a niece whom I wanted to introduce to the camino as well as take to Lourdes, France for some “spiritual experience”. From the Gaudi-inspired city of Barcelona, we took the train to Pamplona and met up with cousins to Saint Jean Pied de Port to Roncesvalles to Lourdes to Paris. It was time very well spent. The sightseeing, the pilgrimage walk, time with family, the art and culture aspects of a trip and most importantly, the bonding time while experiencing all these lovely adventures and creating happy memories.

Walking out of Saint Jean Pied de Port in France to cross the Pyrenees into Spain.

Soon after this European trip, I only had a few days to pack for another holiday. This time, in Bali, Indonesia where more kin from Sydney flew in to join me for 5 days of sun and sand. We made sure the trip is “senior friendly” as my 81 year old sister and brother-in-law are joining. That is not to say this newly-arrived (from a hectic trip) septuagenarian didn’t need a break. Quite honestly, I actually rested so well in Bali. It was truly a relaxing holiday after a fast-paced holiday with a younger set. Just what I needed!

With family in Bali.

Fukuoka in spring. Fukuoka in end of summer. Yes, I returned to this lovely city in September, this time with my “Apos” to attend my nieta’s art exhibit. But I hardly did anything outside of just being present. The twenty-somethings did all the planning, flight and tour bookings. Including all dining and shopping itineraries. Not bad. I can get used to this. We ate well, even if I thought we had too much coffee and ramen. I sat out the shopping part, but I enjoyed the new spots which the younger sets prefer. Besides, we are actually here for the Art Fair Asia Fukuoka !

Before the year ended, I joined my friends for yet another trip — to Kaohsiung in Taiwan. This is my first time here as I’ve only been to Taipei and nowhere else in Taiwan. Just a quick trip. Aside from shopping and eating, I only managed to visit Pier 2 Art Center. On 2 consecutive days, I visited the area which is just a short walk from the hotel we booked. Just as well. The pier is a massive place dotted with brick warehouses cum shopping and dining areas, and parks with very interesting art installations. I’m sure my young family members would love it here. But next visit, I’d be sure to time it during cooler temps. It’s hard to endure the sun in the open-air art spots. The afternoons by the river are more pleasant though.

Pier 2 Art Center. Kaoshiung, Taiwan.

And so, here ends 2025. How has it been? We look back with gratitude and look forward with hope. In a few, the year 2026 beckons. A third of the coming year is all planned out this early but the remainder is still there, leaving room for exploration. For adventure. For surprises. Oh, don’t we all love surprises? I am ready for the coming year. Are you? 💕🎉🙏🍾🚘💃✈️🚂🛳️⛱️🏕️⛰️🏝️