Some hostels are so loved by travelers they have a reputation that precedes them on the road. Such is the case with the Villa Saint Exupéry Hostels in Nice, France. As I made my way by rail through Southern France,
What could possibly be more charming than wine tasting in France? How about wine tasting at a château in France? Wine Tasting in France at Château de Flaugergues Montpellier, a Mediterranean city in the South of France, is known for its rich
Planning a trip to Europe? Montpellier, France is a worthy addition to any itinerary. Located in the south of France, Montpellier is the eighth largest city in the country and the third largest on the French Mediterranean coast. Montpellier is booming
A sea of trees chases a gaggle of hills before culminating at the base of a majestic castle, yellow, red and white towers breaking up the unending blue of the sky. Beyond lies the Portugal plain, stretching on for miles,
The dining room of Home Hostel Lisbon is packed with backpackers, each seat at the long, wooden tables occupied by a hungry body, eagerly anticipating “Mamma’s Dinner.” Six nights a week, Mamma, the actual mother of the hostel’s owner, prepares
Quiet, meandering streets wind up the hillside past bakeries where sweet smells and the soft sounds of guitar spill out the windows. The gentle slopes converge at the foot of the remains of a castle, its fortress towers looking out
Van doors slam and six bodies dart over sand dunes and bushes, racing wildly to catch the last rays of the sinking sun before they disappear beneath rolling ocean waves. It is time to explore the cliffs of Lagos, Portugal. We
Bura Surfhouse in Lagos, Portugal is a great hostel. And it seems I’m not the only one who thinks so. The family-run hostel has a 95 percent thumbs up rating on TripAdvisor. But what is it that pushes a hostel beyond the
We talk about rivalries all the time in sports. Yankees-Red Sox. Lakers-Celtics. Cowboys-Redskins. But every once in a while, in a rare scenario that’s becoming even less common over time, there’s a rivalry that crosses social boundaries. In such rivalries
I run into the sea and the thick pounding waves break on my body, filling my wetsuit with a layer of summer-warmed salt water. I hop on my board and paddle past the break at Zurriola Beach, distancing myself from