
TRAVEL THERE: TAPAS TASTING IN PALMA DE MALLORCA
Confession, this is where my travel journal ended. For some reason I happily journaled all through the trip and just quit after our day on the French Rivera. Another confession, while I blogged about most of this trip in the weeks right after the cruise, life got busy and I took a break that lasted longer than I anticipated. So eleven months after the cruise, here I am finishing up the last few posts of this trip. Glad you are still with me.
Large Storm in a Small Teacup
While traveling is fun, it is also tiring and while traveling with your friends has a lot of benefits, after the trial by vacation we’d been on, it was time to go home. Everyone needed some personal down time, but it was still a few days away.
One of the things that got my visit to Monaco off on the wrong foot was a scheduled meeting with the photographer. Bill hadn’t wanted to have a photographer at the vow renewal ceremony in the first place, because he thinks the onboard photography thing is a racket – one that charges entirely too much. However, the photographer was non-negotiable. Since he didn’t want the photographer there, he really wasn’t interested in a meeting with them to look at the photos and when it conflicted with his desire to go visit Monaco, well, Monaco won. I’m so ruled by the things that I am supposed to do, that I wasn’t able to blow off the appointment with as much aplomb as he was, especially since there was no way to contact her and let her know what was going on. We just stood her up. I felt bad for the photographer. She was just trying to do her job.
Eventually, she got in contact with us and I was able to apologize. The appointment was reset for this day. If we had gone in Monaco, then we would have gone on our own and quite possibly would have said thanks, but no thanks, except for perhaps a few as gifts to our friends. As it was, we ended up with the whole crew of us in the very small space of the photo office and not everyone was on the same page. It was also the very last moment. If we didn’t make a decision right then, there would be no photos for anyone.
The photos were beautiful. The price was astronomical. Some folks thought that I should have every single one. Bill was paralyzed with sticker shock. I just wanted it to be over. We arrived at a compromise that wasn’t quite what anyone wanted, but we moved on.
The Shore Excursion
Everyone went their separate ways after the photo storm. We knew we’d be seeing each other at 2:15 for the Tapas Walking Tour. The meeting place instructions changed and even after we started gathering on the pier, there seemed to be some sort of question about where we were supposed to be. I think our crew was almost as ready for us to go home as we were.
The good news was our guide was somewhat better on this day. She loaded us on a bus and delivered us to Bellver Castle. It was really just a photo op with a great view of the harbor. From there, they parked the bus and we set out on foot.
Our first tapas stop was El Pesquero, a sea-side patio restaurant. The food was delicious and the patio was amazing. I personally could have just stayed there and been perfectly happy.
El Pesquero was in the shadow of the old cathedral, so our walking tour began there. We passed lovely plazas and canals along the way and then we arrived at Beewi. Beewi was just a small cafe with nothing much to recommend it, besides the food and what they served was delicious. Deb and I agreed the view in the cafe was also quite nice, if you like to look at handsome Spanish men.
Next up was Es Rebost where we were able to order whatever we wanted. I went for something with beef, since we hadn’t had any of that yet. Then it was time to head back to the boat, where an absolute delight waited for us. Come back next week and see what I mean.
TRAVEL THERE: WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S TOO HOT?
As we strolled through the Palazzo, the temperature had strolled up the thermometer. As soon as we entered the garden we were in a stifling hot day. I wished that the guide had started here, but it was too late for regrets.
Being part of a group that is traveling together gives things a different perspective. If Bill and I had been alone on this one, I think I might have dumped the guide and the shore excursion. Bill would have balked, because it was getting time for lunch and he’s a little wary of striking out on our own on foreign soil. However, this was the Boboli Gardens she was so casually dropping from our itinerary and I was upset.
TRAVEL THERE: WANDERING THROUGH THE GLORIES OF PALAZZO PITTI
What I am trying to tell you is that every surface, every floor, every wall, every ceiling – absolutely everywhere you look is something glorious. We started out in some huge hall with larger than life tapestries.
TRAVEL THERE: THEY LOST ME AT LIVORNO
Our first stop was not Pitti Palace as advertised. Instead, it was a convenience store. Apparently, we needed a pre-Florence potty stop, so the alarms started going off in my head. Things were going downhill fast.



TRAVEL THERE: FLORENCE WAS GREAT. TOO BAD THE SAME THING CAN’T BE SAID FOR THE RENAISSANCE VACATION




TRAVEL THERE: WRAPPING UP OUR TOUR

In recent years a church has been planted in a cavern out there at Mokattum and Bill and I would travel there before the day was over, but for now, I’ll round out my tour. On the way into the area I saw a shop selling shawls. I love shawls and capes. Bill promised we’d stop back by on the way out, probably thinking I would forget all about it – and who knows, I might have – but Zuzu remembered and now I have this beautiful shawl.

I have to confess to you that I’m not big on relics. I’ve seen more bones, scraps of fabric and hair than your average traveler, because I’m always interested in churches and many churches are interested in relics. Even palaces, like the Hofburg in Vienna, have their relics. In fact, I probably saw more relics in one place in the Hofburg’s Treasury than I have seen in any church.
TRAVEL THERE: HISTORY, JEWELRY AND MORE

The jewelry museum is in a lovely part of the city, obviously still home to the well-to-do. An impressive rod iron fence guards the one-time palace. The security procedure into the grounds is more than cursory, but it was very polite. This is the museum-less-visited, competing with the well-known Bibliotheca and the official history museum, but I would like to see that change. This is a rare and wonderful experience and if you go to Alexandria you should not miss it! They were glad to have such obvious American tourists entering their facility. So glad in fact they gifted me with a beautiful souvenir guidebook.
But there was jewelry, magnificent jewelry, in attractive cases spread throughout the elegant rooms. The house looked as if they had only removed the furniture the day before. It was easy to imagine dignitaries in gorgeous caftans and morning suits wandering around. Among the treasures in the cases were items which once belonged to