DeeDee’s Andalucía: As lovely as the name suggests.

From November 2017 To be fair, when deciding where to go on holiday, I didn’t actually pick Andalucía. In truth, Andalucía picked me. Our holiday plans kept getting pushed farther into the Fall and as we prefer vacationing in European destinations, the further into November you wander, the slimmer the choices. Now don’t get me … Continue reading DeeDee’s Andalucía: As lovely as the name suggests.

DeeDee’s Costa Brava: Don’t get how it’s overlooked… but glad we didn’t

From October 2015 The Costa Brava (at least the 5 days I had drinking it in, both literally and figuratively) is virtually unknown to most Americans. Not only have they never had the good fortune to experience it, but when mentioned, was usually met with the same head tilt my dog gives me when she … Continue reading DeeDee’s Costa Brava: Don’t get how it’s overlooked… but glad we didn’t

DeeDee’s Barcelona: What’s not to love?

From October, 2015 As expected, I fell in deep love with Barcelona. No surprise really. I have yet to meet anyone who has told me otherwise. It’s charming, it’s hip, its weather (even in October) is damned near perfect and then there is the food… simply magnífico. But more on that later. Overall, Barcelona is … Continue reading DeeDee’s Barcelona: What’s not to love?

DeeDee’s Dublin: Not a beauty, but you will fall in love.

From February, 2015 Now I know there is deep, deep affection for the Old Sod. I have actually been there three times and have been smitten myself. But just want to start by saying that if you are seeking an outwardly gorgeous city that takes your breath away, Dublin is not that place. It’s more … Continue reading DeeDee’s Dublin: Not a beauty, but you will fall in love.

DeeDee’s Edinburgh: Enchanting in every way

Never having been to the British Isles beyond London, my impressions of Scotland lay in the now unintelligible accent of Number One native son Sean Connery and the hotties in Outlander. Both great PR for sure but what I found on one short trip to Edinburgh pricked me like thistle casting a spell from which I hope to never recover.