Travel thread

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Uhh

[96583UP]

Positano/Capri is absolute paradise

Wife has a few Euro work trips later this year and wants to tack on a family getaway. Would this be a good time with a three year old? I assume it’s a lot of sitting around in the warm and eating good stuff.

if you're able to leave your child with a parent state-side would be better for Positano/Capri ... a lot of steep hills - Positano is on the cliffs, so it's nice to take a walk down to the shoreline through the town, and then back up to your cliffside hotel - but it's more of an adult scene ... it's a finer-dining experience, and i think some of the restaurants might not accept children that young ... Capri itself is basically a small mountain out of the sea, you walk up, you walk around, you walk down ... it's beautiful, was vacation home to roman emperors, has amazing yachts pull up ... so there can be a lot of sitting in the warm and eating good stuff, but not really good terrain for age 3 ... would be better to go somewhere flat, and where kids have more room to run around and be loud ... i would say like age 8 and up for Positano/Capri prob fine ... Italy in general is very kid friendly, though this is a spot that is better suited for adults

[spike]

Makes sense, very helpful. Thanks man.

[96583UP]

you could hit a beach in spain with a 3 year old and do whatever you want

but no food is available from 3pm to 9pm because they are all asleep/perverts

[spike]

Haha, I asked my wife about this since she just spent the week in Madrid. She couldn’t comment though, as all dinners were catered tapas deals, and the one sit down was at a Michelin place where the plates just kept coming.

At the latter place, whenever someone dripped red wine on the tablecloth, a staff member would appear out of nowhere and cover it with a white sticker lol.

[96583UP]

believe it or not, but Geneva, Switzerland one of the most kid-friendly places i've seen in europe

the Swiss are a bit uptight, but it's the French part, and they have more of a soul

the town is built around the corner of lake geneva, there is a little beach for babies and toddlers by the main drag, snack bar, beers, the water is crystal clear, impeccably clean, the town sells chocolate everywhere, a lot of ability to hang outdoors and for kids to run around, great park right in the middle of town. first place i ever saw bunch bikes in major use

[spike]

I’ve been to Zurich no thanks $$$

[96583UP]

Haha, I asked my wife about this since she just spent the week in Madrid. She couldn’t comment though, as all dinners were catered tapas deals and the one sit down was at a Michelin place where the plates just kept coming.

At the latter place, whenever someone dripped red wine in the tablecloth, a staff member would appear out of nowhere and cover it with a white sticker lol.

Madrid is nice, more upscale. Barcelona is a hell hole

but in madrid they are older-school and you still can't find food from 3-9 ... and it is inland, in the summer it is hot af

but it has a great look to it ...

barcelona has whore bars dotted around where you can find *something* to eat ... although the equivalent of tourist trap food ... it also has a million english tweens there to 'learn spanish' ... and lots of AIDS

[96583UP]

I’ve been to Zurich no thanks $$$

yes, Suisse is expensive...

Amboise, France is beautiful and kid friendly

would not recommend paris with a 3 year old

but if you can get to a nice provincial wine town, with a couple restaurants, laid back, chill

your euro gets you a lot of bang for the buck ... high quality of food, the simple basic stuff tastes great. and wine there is inexpensive and high quality, low sulfites... wine is tripled taxed to arrive in the states, and they add all that shit to it to survive transport ... and smaller producers never get exported

[spike]

My in laws did a France trip and drank a ton of wine. Never hungover… it’s all that shit they have to put into it.

[dad]

I’ve been to Zurich no thanks $$$

yes, Suisse is expensive...

Amboise, France is beautiful and kid friendly

would not recommend paris with a 3 year old

but if you can get to a nice provincial wine town, with a couple restaurants, laid back, chill

your euro gets you a lot of bang for the buck ... high quality of food, the simple basic stuff tastes great. and wine there is inexpensive and high quality, low sulfites... wine is tripled taxed to arrive in the states, and they add all that shit to it to survive transport ... and smaller producers never get exported

you are like lonely planet, only better.

[spike]

Might do Germany, the smaller towns where my people come from. They are efficient in all things, including food service. Then my kid can say she visited The Motherland.

[96583UP]

i’ve heard Germany is good … beer, pretzels, picnic tables where can kids run around in the park and play

[96583UP]

I’ve been to Zurich no thanks $$$

yes, Suisse is expensive...

Amboise, France is beautiful and kid friendly

would not recommend paris with a 3 year old

but if you can get to a nice provincial wine town, with a couple restaurants, laid back, chill

your euro gets you a lot of bang for the buck ... high quality of food, the simple basic stuff tastes great. and wine there is inexpensive and high quality, low sulfites... wine is tripled taxed to arrive in the states, and they add all that shit to it to survive transport ... and smaller producers never get exported

you are like lonely planet, only better.

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[spike]

i’ve heard Germany is good … beer, pretzels, picnic tables where can kids run around in the park and play

The greatest egg roll I’ve ever had was at Chinese joint in Hamburg. Was the size of a late night burrito.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

i’ve heard Germany is good … beer, pretzels, picnic tables where can kids run around in the park and play

The greatest egg roll I’ve ever had was at Chinese joint in Hamburg. Was the size of a late night burrito.

That was a chimichanga

No it wasn’t Mexican food

[Chris_H_2]

I’ll be in Pasitano for 4 days in three weeks.

And Capri is a tourist trap. It’s just ok. Do the path of the gods instead.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

pizza, wine, tiramisu, gelato, pizza, wine, wine, wine…

mountains, beach

these are my priorities.