Pyramids of GIZA! Well since I was a little girl I have dreamt of visiting the pyramids. And they were definitely worth the wait. I don't think I have ever been to anything so old… How these were built, no one really knows how but they were built well for they are still up 4500 years later. The largest was built by the granddaddy, middle one - the father and the smallest - the son all of the same ruling family at the time each ruled. The Largest took only...

This city is amazing! It only really became a tourist spot after the Olympics but now it is a very large income for Spain and the region. We visited the beaches there, man made and the sand is imported from Egypt (they are stoked that someone wants to buy their only natural resource!) and once again walked. We walked from the Sagrada familiar down Gracies and La Rambla where we saw all of Gaudi's main buildings, who was a very big fan of absinthe and as a res...

Flamenco capital! Yeow! So of course Monique and I had to go and see a show and get a lesson. We went to the only museum of flamenco dancing, run by a lady who danced at the opening ceremony of the Barcelona Olympics. The setting was intimate and the lesson was hilarious but definitely an experience to remember. Flamenco = Feeling. And feel we did, so much so that Monique purchased a flamenco skirt and posted it home all within an hour. Flamenco was not ...

Mon and I said our goodbyes to Kath, and then there were two. We boarded our overnight train to Granada, my first, and the first one Mon actually slept on. After 4 days of constant booze, we were ready for some chilling and recovering. Which is exactly what we did in Granada and it was the perfect place for it. We roamed the streets of Granada, stumbling upon Morocco central with amazing tea and food, but avoid the Shisha as I am a NON smoker. Getting lost i...

So after a little flight drama we arrived in Valencia to get our La Tomitina on. We partied with the fanatics for a few days and checked out the local beaches. On the 31st August we boarded a bus (very hung over, possibly still drunk) to Bunol, a small village about an hour from Valencia. The festival involves a pole that is covered in fat and someone needs to climb to the top to get the ham (I know - WTF right?). Anyway, after the ham had been got, people ...