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Andorra-Lithuania trip 2024 Switzerland

Zürich Layover

My flight from Barcelona to Vancouver had a layover in Zürich about five and a half hours. This time could be easily spent at the airport given that you need time for boarding and whatnot, but that’s not really my thing. Anytime I have an opportunity to leave an area and visit or revisit a city, I am going to take it. I think this is the fourth time that I was in Zürich. I had been to Zürich on a proper vacation before, and since then I have been into the city of Zürich once or twice on layovers, so this was something I was familiar with. Before I knew it I was on the train heading into the city.

Zürich is one of those places that is excellent for a short layover because, with Swiss efficiency, the trains are quick and on time and they deliver you right from the airport right into the centre of one of Europe’s most pleasant cities. Even if all you have time for is to go in and have a short walk, I think it is worth it. My layover was rather short, so I didn’t even stop to check my backpack into a left luggage office, I just trained into the city and walked into the centre and decided to have a stroll and a coffee.

It was quite early when I arrived, and many things weren’t open yet so I just walked through the quiet streets taking in the fresh air and morning sunlight playing off of the charming buildings and streets.

I walked down to the river and to a hotel: the Storchen Zürich. The Storchen is located on the Limmat River and is a short walk from the train station. I’ve never stayed at the hotel, but I’m familiar with it because it has a lovely cigar lounge inside. It was far too early for the cigar lounge to be open, but the cafe was. I went to the cafe and I sat on the patio one of the tables ordered a coffee and a croissant and lit up a breakfast cigar. Notwithstanding that I looked a bit haggard from my near red eye flight, and I was walking around with a big backpack, I received a polite greeting; and when the well-dressed and waiter saw that I had lit a cigar, he immediately brought out a proper cigar ashtray to swap for the cigarette ashtray that had been on the table. I felt very welcome. At the next table a man and woman sat having a breakfast and they made a point of telling me how nice my cigar smelled. I never expect people to say that sort of thing to me and I understand that many people do not like the smell of cigars, but it just made me feel happy (and this was a nice contract to the rude tobacconist in Stockholm a couple days prior). I felt like I had found the right place.

I sat there along the river looking out at rowers gliding through the water and listening to the church bells ringing out and I thought, what a wonderful city; so beautiful and calm and polite. How fortunate to be able to just zip in for a few hours and enjoy a bit of this lovely atmosphere before heading back to the airplane. But I did have to head back to the airplane because my flight home was drawing near, and I hate to be rushed.

It was a perfect end to a wonderful trip that took me through Barcelona, Andorra, Lithuania, Latvia, Stockholm, and finally a little snippet of Zürich. I was exhausted but satisfied.

My next trip would be to Memphis, Tennessee.

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Back in Barcelona, briefly

I arrived back in Barcelona from Stockholm mid-morning on Sunday. The journey home had begun. I would only be in Barcelona for a little less than 24 hours before flying to Vancouver via Zurich. I didn’t mind being back in Barcelona even if my impression the first time around was lukewarm. I decided to stay in a different neighbourhood than I did last time; rather than staying near the centre I stayed at the Generator Hostel which was in the Gràcia District. This neighbourhood felt less touristy than the central area, but I liked the hostel that I stayed at the first time better. The Generator Hostels have very nice facilities, but little to no extras. No towels, free coffee, or privacy curtains. I mean, seriously, if I’m going to stay in a dorm is it too much to ask to have a little curtain around my bunk so that I can have a modicum of privacy while sleeping, or wake up early without disturbing everyone? I don’t know the reason behind not having the curtains, but I think it sucks. (Actually, I’ve always assumed that the reason that some hostels don’t have these curtains is that they’re concerned about people having sex in the bunks. I understand that, but I think that if you are really committed to having sex in a public place the lack of a curtain is not going to be a factor.)

Generator hostel & bunk

One thing this hostel did have was a terrific rooftop patio with a view over the city, including of the Sagrada Família.

I liked the little neighbourhood that I stayed in because it felt more ordinary and it was nice to walk the streets and see little restaurants and cafes and people just going about their daily lives, but I was still drawn back to the centre, which was a very pleasant walk.

I didn’t have much of an agenda, but I did want to go to the Moco (modern and contemporary art museum, Barcelona). It was great. It has lots of art by the likes of Damien Hirst and Basquiat, and Kehinde Wiley.

I had a pleasant visit, and at that point I felt like I had nothing else I needed to do, so I just went for a pleasant walk and a long lunch and had a cigar. When the evening came, I decided to go back to the El Ravel and hit up a couple more appealing bars. I didn’t go back to the excellent Two Schmucks I had visited before but went to their brother bar Lucky Schmucks where they had a ridiculously cheap happy hour in a dive bar environment. I then walked over to a nearby bar that caught my eye called La Cobra. It had the most wonderful decor with dim lighting, red and black everything, and on display a menagerie of gothic satanic and creepy carnival artifacts. I felt quite at home. It looked like a place you go to have your fortune told. I had a drink and made a long walk back to my hostel.

Early the next morning (another hideous 6am flight, which seemed like a good idea when I booked it but not such a good idea when I woke up at 3am), I would fly back to Vancouver but not before having a pleasant morning in Zürich.

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Solo in Stockholm Day 2

Day one in Stockholm had been success and I was excited for day two. The first day I did everything that I had wanted to do in my initial planning, but on the second day I did the things that weren’t on my A-List. I think I might have had it backwards, because everything I did on the second day was excellent.

Stockholm by Sea

I got up early and headed to the harbour. While everything in Stockholm is expensive, one of the best tourism things that you can do on a budget is take the commuter ferry. Sweden has an astonishing 267,570 islands and Stockholm sits on several islands in an archipelago. There is a network of commuter ferries set up to take people around Stockholm’s islands. I’m sure they’re all great, but I decided to take the ferry for line 80. It was such a good idea, I wish I left myself more time to see more of the stops along the way. Line 80 travels through and stops at many of the islands in the archipelago and would make for a great day trip in of itself. Better yet you can get a ticket for a single journey for 43 SEK (about $6 CDN). The boats are comfortable, but basic, but who cares because you’re looking at this spectacular Swedish coastline and heading off to stops on route.

I went to Nacka Strand and got off the boat there and went for a bit of a walk. It was very early and so the businesses that were there that might have been nice to stop and have a coffee at were closed. But I loved the walk. The views were gorgeous and there were little miniature sculptures built into the rocks along the path.

*me and some miniature art at Nacka Strand*

As I said, I wish I could have seen more stops en route, but I had other things that I wanted to do. One of the things I didn’t even know I wanted to do until I was on the boat, which was visiting Stockholm’s amusement park.

Rollercoasters Actual

Gröna Lund is Sweden’s oldest amusement park, dating back to about 1883. Of course the rides are new, but it has old world charm. It is a small amusement park set on Djurgården Island. I love an amusement park, and there was no way I was going to miss this one. I didn’t have a lot of time, but I wanted to at least experience it. I bought a wristband and headed in. I don’t even know what it cost but it was worth it. I went on a couple of roller coasters which were excellent and into a haunted house. There’s something about going to an amusement park as a grown up by yourself that is a little bit odd. Standing in line for the haunted house I was the only adult who wasn’t there with small children, and I was slightly worried that people thought I was a pervert or weirdo. Oh well. The haunted house was good fun and towards the end something in the seat poked me in the back and I shrieked and then started laughing like a maniac. Good fun.

The Vasa

From the amusement park I walked in the direction of a couple of more museums. I know that there is an ABBA museum in Stockholm and I hear it is quite popular. I like ABBA as much as the next person, but I wasn’t that excited about seeing an entire museum about them. I decided instead to go to the Vasa Museum, which was one of the best decisions that I made.

The Vasa is a Swedish warship that was built in the early 1600s and sank on its first journey in 1628. It lay at the bottom of the sea off the coast of Sweden until 1961 when it was salvaged. Remarkably, the ship is intact and you can go visit it at the museum bearing its name in Stockholm. It is astonishing. One of the best museums I’ve ever been to. I know that may sound hard to believe, because what’s so exciting about seeing a ship? Even I was a bit skeptical before going to it. But there i something so haunting and beautiful about it. The ship is enormous and adorned with carvings and decoration. It is fascinating to take in it’s spectacle. The haunting part is that you were staring at a ship that is almost 400 years old and looks almost as it did the day it sank. The museum is filled with all kinds of information about the ship how it was built, how it was salvaged and, most interestingly, it includes information about many of the people who were on board the ship. It is just a fascinating link to a historical time.

Rollercoasters Emotional (and where to smoke cigars in Stockholm)

After visiting the Vasa, I walked back more towards central Stockholm and decided to visit some of the cigar stores in the city. Stockholm is a terrible place for cigar smoking. Smoking indoors is banned, as are cigar lounges unless they are truly private cigar lounges. I did find a private cigar lounge but was unable to bribe my way in. Smoking on patios is banned as well. It is still a little bit less restrictive than Vancouver, as you can smoke in parks and squares. Anyway, I was excited to check out some of the stores.

Highest on my list, was to visit Broberg’s, an historic cigar and accessories store in Stockholm dating back to 1881. I found the store, snapped a little photo before I went inside, and walked inside and greeted the people working there as I walked into the humidor. I’m not going to get into the specifics of what happened because I don’t think it would make for a very interesting story, but I’ll just suffice it to say that the fellow working there was quite rude to me. He seemed to think that maybe I was a thief or something the way he treated me, and I really tried to remain calm, but I think that a week of travelling and having only about four hours of sleep at night had left me a little emotionally vulnerable. I started to cry. The stoic Swede appeared a bit taken aback. I told the man defiantly through my tears that I had been looking forward to visiting his store and buying cigars there, and he was so rude to me that it had just ruined the entire experience and my day. I still bought a cigar, because I wanted him to know that I wasn’t a thief or a fraud. And I walked away.

But the thing is, I couldn’t stop crying. I was just walking down the street in Stockholm sobbing. I tried to get it together as I approached another cigar store, but I got there just as it was closing, just as well because I was still in. tears. I kept walking down the same street and went to Cigarrummet. At this point I had stopped crying. I walked into the store, and it was beautiful. It had an impressively well-stocked humidor and the man working there was very friendly. I walked towards the humidor and the man asked me how I was. And I started sobbing again. This man was also taken aback, understandably so. I tried to explain to him that I had just had an unfortunate experience at the other cigar store but also that I was fine. An assurance that I don’t think he took much stock in since I said it through tears. Again, I managed to pull myself together and I bought a nice assortment of cigars. I walked away from the store feeling embarrassed and went and sat in a little square across the way.

Recharging

My mood improved as I sat in this beautiful small square surrounded by pink blossoms and had a cigar. Cigars serve many purposes for me; sometimes they are meditative, sometimes they are social, and sometimes they are calming.

I always like to say that the gruelling schedules that I make for myself on trips with very little sleep and endless walking do not have any effect on me, but clearly they can, because while the guy at the first cigar store was a real jerk, normal me wouldn’t have cried. I think that reaction was exhaustion. I’m sharing this story because I think it’s important to document the travel experiences that aren’t great. Not everything is happiness and bliss. Sometimes things kind of suck. But then they’re better again.

And while I sat there in this square on this bench, I noticed something amazing. Or at least it was amazing to me. The bench had a little insignia on it that looked like a phone charging symbol. I examined the bench a little closer and then noticed that along the front edge of the seat there was a little button, and if you push the little button, a tiny little piece pops out with charging ports in it. It was a solar powered phone charging station built into the bench and cleverly hidden away to protect it from the elements. I was so impressed by this, not only because my phone desperately needed a charge, but because this is the sort of practical, clever design that I expect from Scandinavia and that should be ubiquitous. This discovery, along with the cigar, completely washed away the bitterness and humiliation of the unfortunate Broberg’s experience.

Winding up Stockholm

From there I went on a long aimless walk through the city. It was a beautiful sunny day turning into evening, and everyone seemed to be out. I was so impressed with Stockholm, but it also had enough of the outdoors, so when I saw a sign to an underground tiki bar (Tiki Room), I had to pay a visit. I descended into the depths and enjoyed a fruity, sugary, boozy concoction while listening to kitschy music. Content.

I wandered slowly back to my hostel, getting there a bit late and went to sleep. It would be another short slumber, as I had a hideously early flight to Barcelona, where I would have a day and a night before returning to Vancouver.

I was very happy with having two days in Stockholm, but I easily could have filled more days. There is so much more to do. I would be happy to return, but also with Stockholm prices, maybe a short visit is for the best. [Next Post: Back to Barcelona]

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Solo in Stockholm Day 1

I arrived in Stockholm from Riga. My second visit to Sweden. My first time had been half a day in Malmö when I took the train over from Copenhagen. It counted, but barely. I was excited to see the capital. One of those perfect Scandinavian cities where everyone is beautiful and the quality of life is high. Of course, all that perfection comes at a price. I had heard that Sweden was very expensive, and I’ve already written in my first post from this trip about how I paid approximately $250 per night for a basic dorm bed in a central hostel in Stockholm. It was the weekend of a trio of Taylor Swift concerts and accommodations were expensive than usual.

I would have two days and two nights there, which is normally enough, but honestly I could have done with the third day. There’s a lot to see.

I got started early. I took the Arlanda Express train in from the airport, which was super easy and took only 18 minutes – but you pay for that ease and efficiency. It was about $48 CDN each way.

I arrived at my hostel, a Generator Hostel in the centre, which I recommend because it was very well located and quite a bit cheaper than any other central option, but as far as hostels go it was only OK. For the price, it didn’t include many extras; all I really wanting a hostel dorm is a privacy curtain on my bunk, and this did not have that luxury. Every single person staying at the hostel other than me seemed to be going to the concert and the place was buzzing with excitement of a thousand Swifties on concert day. I went out to see the city.

I spent the majority of that first day just walking around and soaking up the atmosphere. Stockholm is a gorgeous city with lots of greenery and waterways. I live in Vancouver, another city with lots of greenery and waterways, but that’s about all Vancouver has. Stockholm also has gorgeous historical architecture an abundance of arts and culture and cinnamon buns. So many cinnamon buns.

The most picturesque neighbourhood in Stockholm is Gamla Stan. This is the historic centre, set on a small island. This neighbourhood dates back to about 1300. The buildings are old, colourful, and full of character. This is the area of the city that feels the most touristy, but it’s worth every moment because it’s ridiculously picturesque.

*Stortorget: the* *Square in Gamla Stan*

I walked around taking pictures of the buildings and narrow foot paths and stopping for a cinnamon bun and coffee. Fika. The Swedish practice of taking a coffee break from the day with a sweet treat; usually a cinnamon bun. When in Stockholm…

Sweden, like its neighbours has charming words to describe relaxing and cozy practices. Denmark has hygge, Sweden has lagom, a concept meaning moderation; not too much or too little of anything. They also have mys, which is a word for coziness and comfort. These are appealing concepts. I could imagine how nice it would be to be in Stockholm in the winter when it is dark most of the day, cozying up with a warm beverage in a cinnamon bun. But I was there in May, and it was hot and sunny and perfect for exploring.

Generally a fan of historical churches, I wanted to visit Storkyrkan, the oldest church in Stockholm. It was consecrated in 1306 and, aside from its age, it is famous for having a notable statue of Saint George and the dragon inside, which was apparently unmissable. I found the church and hesitated before I went in because it was 120 Swedish kroner to go inside. That’s about $17 CDN. I don’t want paying to go into a church but $17.00 just to have a look around seemed quite steep. But I couldn’t walk away not having seen it because what if it was the most amazing statue or church interior ever? So I reluctantly paid my money and went inside. I’m only mentioning this because if you’re on the fence about going into this church and you happen to be reading my blog post, I’m here to tell you to skip it. The interior of the church is unremarkable if you’ve seen other churches from that period. And the statue? Yeah it’s nice, but I would have been OK not seeing it as well.

$17.00 later, I continued my visit of Stockholm.

I walked over to the modern art museum Moderna Museet, which was free that day (normally it is 150 SEK), and was excellent. It had some really weird art with social commentary and I loved it. There also happened to be some sort of cocktail reception when I was there and so it felt like I had stumbled across a really happening spot.

I also visited the National Museum, which was also excellent. Beautiful paintings and some examples of wonderful Swedish design. 160 SEK for admission and well worth it.

National Museum

I wandered outside to a bench near the water and had a cigar. Nearby, a lovely patio of a hotel was filled with people drinking Aperol spritzes and looking gorgeous. An older couple came and asked if they could sit with me and I obliged, a bit surprised because often people don’t want to sit near cigar smokers. They were a local couple out for a stroll and we ended up talking for the better part of an hour. They had lived in various places around the world but Stockholm was their favourite. And in that moment sitting there surrounded by beautiful buildings and beautiful people and looking out at the sparkling water, I could see why.

I spent most of the evening wandering aimlessly and looking for the perfect place to eat, which didn’t exist but I ended up going for Indian food near my hostel. And I went to bed at a reasonable hour. I had another full day in Stockholm and I had plans that included taking a boat ride, visiting an amusement park, checking out a sunken ship, and hitting up some of the local cigar stores. [Read Day 2 in Stockholm…]

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Return to Riga

I had arrived in Riga by land coming from Vilnius, Lithuania. I think it was about 3:00pm when I arrived and I checked into my hotel. I had booked a bed at a hostel but something got screwed up with my reservation so at the last minute I ended up booking a room at a hotel in the centre. This was my second time in Riga, and I would only be there a short time, leaving very early the next morning. But I was delighted to have a bit of time to revisit the city.

It had been exactly two years since I was there last when I came for a four day long weekend in May. It was just as lovely as I remembered. I don’t really have much to say about Riga this time, because I said most of my impressions when I arrived the first time, so if you’re interested in going to Riga or knowing what it’s like, go back and read the two posts that I made in 2022. This time I’ll just say that it is terrific city. I think it’s one of my favourite cities in Europe. It’s very pretty and pleasant, with wonderful architecture, an interesting history, and a nice vibe.

I already had a sense of my way around, so I walked around the historic centre and took in some of the lovely streets and buildings that I had seen before, before going to a cigar lounge (The Oak Lounge) to sit and have a cigar of course. I wandered over to Albert(a) Street past the famous art nouveau buildings, which truly are exquisite.

I grabbed a bite to eat somewhere unremarkable. And I made plans to meet up with a friend. When I had been to Riga in 2022 I had booked a private historical walking tour of the city with a fellow and we got along quite well. At the end of the tour we went for drinks with some of his friends and it was the highlight of my trip. So I let him know that I was coming to town and we met up exactly two years later at exactly the same bar with a couple of the same friends and a couple of new ones. Again, it was my favourite thing about the trip. It’s just a good group of guys at a cool neighbourhood bar that I would have never found on my own. I like the bar so much that I’m not even going to say what it’s called or where it is because I don’t want to encourage too many people to go there and ruin its authentic feel. (But I will post a couple of pictures and if you can figure it out, good for you.) They have a little leafy courtyard where people drank and nobody minded if you smoked. I spent a couple of hours there, leaving after dark and walking back to my hotel.

*bar door on arrival; bar courtyard; bar door on departure, a few drinks later*

That was it. Like I said, it was a short visit. My flight the next morning was at 8:20 AM heading to Stockholm. The flight was part of the reason that I decided to go back to Riga in the first place, because the flight from Riga to Stockholm was ridiculously cheap and while I had been to Sweden I had never been to Stockholm and it seemed like a great opportunity. The day of my flight to Stockholm was the 8th day of my trip and I must admit that all of these crazy early morning flights, days constantly on the go, and late nights out was starting to catch up with me a little bit but I was still excited to see what lay ahead. Read on for Stockholm…

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No Vampires at the Hill of Crosses

How to reach the Hill of Crosses from Vilnius

Apart from visiting Vilnius, the thing I most wanted to do was visit the Hill of Crosses. I had to figure out how to get there. The Hill is a couple hours from Vilnius, close to the border with Latvia, but close to little else. There are bus tours from both Riga and Vilnius, but they are long days and didn’t seem worth it, to go all the way there and back in a day. So what if I didn’t go back? I found a car & driver for hire that offered transportation from Vilnius to Riga, stopping at the Hill of Crosses and Rundāle Palace en route. Perfect. I had been to Riga before and loved it, so I was happy to return.

My driver picked me up early on the morning of May the 16^th. A young, skinny, rocker-looking dude who smoked cigarettes and didn’t have much to say. I enjoyed his company and appreciated that he answered any questions that I had about Lithuania.

The Hill of Crosses (Lithuania)

If you’ve seen pictures of the Hill of Crosses you’ll know it immediately by the name. It is a small hill in an open field covered in and surrounded by crosses of varying sizes. It’s unusual, even a bit eerie looking, and beautiful. I wanted to visit it as soon as I became aware of its existence.

The Hill of Crosses is not really a religious site; it is a site of protest. In the 1700s, Lithuania and Poland both became parts of the Russian Empire. On two occasions in the mid 1800’s there were wars of rebellion against the Russians by the Polish and Lithuanian people. The rebellions were put down, but the Hill of Crosses started as a response. Families of lost soldiers who did not have bodies to bury started putting crosses down in the middle of a field as a marker of their loss. During Soviet times, the Hill of Crosses became a place of protest, to assert Lithuanian independence against the Russians. From time to time the Russians would bulldoze the site, but the crosses returned – this, even though the Soviets declared placing crosses on the hill to be a crime punishable by imprisonment.

Since the fall of the Soviet Union, the hill of crosses has grown. It became a popular place for locals to put crosses to remember last soldiers or celebrate their national identity or hope for peace. And it has become a tourist site. The only rule about what sort of crosses may be placed there without a permit is that they must be less than three meters tall. Other than that, anyone can place a cross. And in walking around you will see crosses dedicated to certain soldiers, armies, or wars. But many have no such distinction and are just handcrafted, beautiful crosses of varying sizes.

It is a stunning sight. Even if there were no crosses there, the landscape is beautiful; fields of green, covered in yellow flowers, under the blue sky, and ringed with trees. The fact that these crosses are there in the middle of that landscape is a truly breathtaking sight. And it is a little creepy. Even in the light of day there’s something about eerie about walking in silence through these thousands of crosses. Because I’m an idiot who’s obsessed with horror movies, I started to imagine a horror movie in which vampires were attacking and the Hill of Crosses was the only place that people could find refuge from them. That’s a free idea if anyone wants it. Just give me a note in the credits.

The thing that I also found amazing, is that there is no business associated with this site. There is no entrance fee or guards and no people selling souvenirs. It is just there by the side of the road for anyone who wants to visit it. I’m so happy I made the journey.

Into Latvia

From the Hill of Crosses we drove across the border into Latvia. My second time there, but my first time visiting anything outside of the capital.

The next stop on the trip was visiting Rundāle Palace. Honestly, I wasn’t too interested in visiting the palace; I’ve seen palaces, and they are lovely but I don’t find that they vary too much from one to another. Nevertheless, I was happy to visit this one because it was effectively included in the trip. As it turned out, I thoroughly enjoyed my visit to Rundāle Palace. It was exceptionally beautiful and filled with period furnishings and surrounded by beautifully manicured gardens. There were only a few other people there at the time so I felt like I had the place to myself.

Rundāle Palace Was built in the Baroque style in the 1700s for Ernst Johann von Biron, the Duke of Courland, and who was also briefly the Regent of Russia in 1940. It’s not my style of decor, but it is undeniably impressive.

From Rundāle Palace, we drove further north and stopped briefly for a view of Bauska Castle, a castle built in the 1400s but mostly rebuilt in the 1800s after it was blown up during a war with the Russians in 1706. Another nice stop. If only just for a photo.

From there it was a short drive to Riga, on the shores of the Black Sea.

If you drove directly from Vilnius to Riga without stopping, it would be about a three and a half hour drive. With our stops it turned into more like a 7-hour day, but it was perfect. I got to Riga just in time to check into my hotel and enjoy the rest of the day.

Vilnius: It’s Pretty Amazing

I left Barcelona the day after my trip to Andorra and flew to Vilnius. A direct flight. My first time to Lithuania. There were really only two things that I wanted to do in Lithuania: see Vilnius and visit the Hill of Crosses. Vilnius was first on the list.

Lithuania is a Baltic state, which shares borders with Poland, Latvia, and Belarus, and has a coast along the Baltic Sea. It was a former member of the Soviet Union. Vilnius is Its capital. Lithuania doesn’t get a lot of attention from a tourism perspective, which led the government in about 2018 to come out with a tourism slogan comparing Vilnius to the g-spot: “Nobody knows where it is, but when you find it – it’s amazing“. Terrific.

Arrival in Vilnius

Since this was kind of a last-minute trip, I didn’t have my pick of places to stay. If there were excellent hostels in Vilnius, they were booked up by the time I went there, so I ended up staying at a proper hotel (a Conti Hotel), a little more than I wanted to spend but still within my budget and walking distance to the centre of the city. It was a nice hotel with a swanky lobby in a comfortable room.

My flight landed in the evening and by the time I got to my hotel (via taxi) it was about 8:30pm and the sun was low in the sky. I threw my bag down and walked into the city centre. I was immediately so happy. Barcelona is a good city, but it wasn’t my cup of tea. And Andorra was really just checking a box and I wasn’t that thrilled with what I saw. Vilnius was a welcome sight. I’ve said repeatedly that I’d love former Soviet countries; I have yet to visit one that I didn’t love. And Vilnius just felt so comfortable. I saw the orthodox churches, the charming buildings, and the cobblestone streets, felt the cool air and saw and the relatively stony faces of the people that I passed and I felt at home.

Unfortunately, shortly after landing I got a text message from work and it kind of derailed what should have been a perfectly pleasant evening, but aside from work drama that kept me up until the wee hours of the morning, I did enjoy my walk around the city and I had an excellent dinner on a patio over Georgian restaurant (Khinkalnya Vilnius), was persuaded to drink a couple of shots of chacha by the owner, and had a Cuban cigar on the patio. It was a great introduction to the city, and I couldn’t wait to wake up an explore. (I only got to sleep for about three hours, so I didn’t have to wait long.)

Wandering Vilnius

The next morning, as always, I got up early as it was my only day in the city and I had a lot to see. Vilnius doesn’t have a lot of specific touristic sites; the main thing is just to walk around and enjoy the atmosphere, all of the churches and charming cafes, public art, the pedestrianized streets with restaurants and cute shops.

I don’t know what it’s like to visit at other times of the year, but I think that spring was lovely. It was a little bit cool in the evening which I liked, and it was warm enough during the day to sit outside comfortably. The lilac bushes were in full bloom and everything was green.

There is a ridiculous number of orthodox churches in the city and there it’s worth ducking into all of them. Some of them had beautiful singing happening, and all of them had the glittering excess of Russian orthodox churches, which I love.

For me, one of the key things that I wanted to visit was an abandoned building just outside of the city centre. It was a pleasant walk across a bridge, aside from when an American man who was there standing on the street and proselytizing about Jesus told me I was ongoing to hell when I didn’t take one of his brochures. Oh well. The building is a spectacular abandoned stadium that was opened in 1971 as the Vilnius Palace of Concerts and Sports. It is a massive, brutalist-style concrete structure built in an unusual sort of wave pattern. At some point it was converted into a sort of mall and then it was closed completely in about 2004. It is now covered in graffiti. It is excellent and just a little creepy.

It is also located just near a Jewish cemetery which is also pleasant for a bit of a wander.

Užupis

The other place that I really wanted to visit in Vilnius is the semi-autonomous area of Užupis, which means “beyond the river.” It’s just a short walk from the Old Town, across the river (obviously). In 1997, a group of artists declared it the Republic of Užupis. It’s not really its own state, but it was set up that way. There is a border crossing and it has its own flag and constitution, which is on display in the street and includes such mandates as everyone has a right to be happy, man has the right to individuality, and everyone has the right to appreciate their unimportance. I dig it.

The motto of Užupis is “Don’t Fight”, “Don’t Win”, “Don’t Surrender”.

Part of the idea behind the creation of Užupis is a belief founded in the Aristotelian thought that people should live in small communities where everyone knows one another, which will result in people being more honest and happy. The area is a terrific place to visit. While it was once kind of a derelict ghetto, now it just feels like a proper part of the city but with lots of public art on display and at a lot of small independent businesses and artisan shops. In a way, it’s like Freetown Christiania in Copenhagen except without the focus on drugs.

*The Užupis Cat, which comes with a little poem. Worth finding.*

Back across the River…

I visited the MO Museum (Museum of Modern Art), which is relatively small but definitely worth a visit.

I thought Vilnius was delightful.

Smoking Cigars in Vilnius

Before dinner, I sought out one of Vilnius’ cigar lounges. For a former Soviet country, Vilnius is kind of difficult to smoke in. Indoor smoking wasn’t allowed, and it seemed to be banned on all of the patios. The Georgian restaurant that I ate at the night before let me smoke outside but only because I was the only person on the patio due to the cold weather. Fortunately, there are several hidden smoking rooms in the basements or backrooms of restaurants and a few proper cigar lounges.

I visited one cigar lounge in the old city, Cigarų namai, which was excellent. It had everything you’d want in a cigar lounge, an excellent selection of cigars, beverages for purchase and a calming room full of soft leather furniture. The only downside was they were playing the worst smooth jazz music that I’ve ever heard. It seemed like they only had one CD and it was on repeat. I was there for about two hours, and I heard the CD at least twice. I wanted to kill myself. At some point I just put in my headphones and listen to a podcast while I enjoyed my cigars. Music aside, it was a lovely interlude.

There is another cigar lounge called Cigarų kambarys (Cigar Room) located at Vilniaus g. 29 but upstairs with no obvious signage. I went there as well but it was empty.

I had dinner on a leafy patio and wandered the streets until it was dark. I was very happy in Vilnius, but I was also excited for the next day when I would travel by car to Latvia, stopping at the Hill of Crosses along the way.

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Day Trip to Andorra

I was in Barcelona to visit Andorra. Andorra was my last microstate in Europe that I had not visited. It’s easy enough to miss; it’s just a dot on the map in between the borders of Spain and France. It doesn’t even sound real; Andorra sounds like a region in a Tolkien book, not current country.

*Andorra map, right on the border between Spain and France*

Although the area had been inhabited before this, present day Andorra can effectively chase trace its roots back to the 10th century when Charlamagne give a charter to 5000 people living in the area, primarily soldiers. After that, and for centuries, the tiny state seemed to pass hands from one king or protectorate to another and was occupied by France…I was going to try and summarize it in more detail, but honestly it gets too complicated, so just go and read it a book or a Wikipedia page if you’re interested.

In 1993, Andorra got a constitution and became a voting member of the United Nations. Andorra has a Prime Minister, but also has a co-principality, which means it has two princes (Spin Doctors jokes aside); one prince is the Bishop of Urgell and the other is the President of France. So the president of France in Andorra is kind of a Prince. None of this makes any sense to me either but it is interesting.

The whole country is just under 468 square kilometres and has a population of approximately 88,000 people. Andorra is located in the Pyrenees mountains, which makes it a skiing destination, and its capital is Andorra la Vella. Its biggest industry is tourism, and it also earns money from being a tax haven. I’ve never really heard anything great about Andorra aside from beautiful scenery and low cigar prices, but I hadn’t been there and I wanted to go. This is one of those trips that really did feel like I was checking a box, even though I was excited to see what it was like.

The easiest way to visit Andorra is by driving from Barcelona, as there is no airport. If you can drive, I think it would be lovely to rent a car and make the leisurely drive yourself, but as I don’t know how to drive, this meant organizing a bus tour for the day. I never relish doing this but when it’s the only option, what can you do?

The tours that I booked turned out to be quite good. It was a little larger than I would have liked but the timing was good, and they didn’t chat our ears off or make us follow around an umbrella around in a herd.

Bagà, Spain

We left early in the morning from Barcelona and made our first stop, a small medieval town in the north of Spain, Bagà. Bagà is a little pretty town founded in the 9th century and has a population of slightly over 2,000 people today. They gave us about a 20-minute walk around the town showing us some notable sites, and then we were left free to wander for the rest of the hour. It was picturesque and delightful. I didn’t feel like I needed more time there.

Ax-les-Thermes, France

From there, we crossed the border into France, where we had about an hour in Ax-les-Thermes. The town has been settled since about the 1200s. Today it is famous for having sulphurous Hot Springs with apparent additional properties. The town itself was a population of only about 1200 people. It’s impossibly pretty. I felt like Belle from Beauty and the Beast walking around the charming streets; and, like Belle, I was given curious and suspicious looks as I walked around singsongly greeting people with “Bonjour.”

Arrival in Andorra

From there we drove to Andorra. It was May and in Barcelona it had been quite warm, but as we drove high through the mountains Andorra, there was snow and the temperature dropped considerably. The landscapes were stunning. I love mountains and snow so this is right up my alley. I think it would have been lovely to maybe do some hiking or to stay the night there, but we only had a day trip and so we had to make the most of what we had.

We arrived in Andorra and had a couple of hours of time for exploring. The capital of Andorra is…not great. I really struggled to find pretty picturesque things to photograph. Much of it is unremarkable, and a lot of it just feels like a big duty-free store. It’s worth seeing once but that’s about it.

The thing that I had most excited about was picking up some cigars, since I had heard that the cigar prices there are noticeably less than in the rest of Europe, and also they have quite a good selection of Cubans. What I didn’t realize, was that all the cigar stores closed between roughly 1:00 PM and 4:00 PM, precisely the time that we would be there. I walked around to each of the cigar stores and pressed my nose against the glass, looking in at shelves of boxes that would never be mine.

I stopped for a cup of coffee and a small cigar with one of the girls from my tour and walked back, a bit dejected, to meet the rest of the group to get back on the bus. As I waited for the group to join us, I saw a man walk towards and unlock the door to a small and very average-looking cigar store. It was about 10 minutes before they were supposed to reopen, but I frantically persuaded him to let me in. I had a look around. While there were a number of impressive boxes of Cuban cigars, he explained to me that they had already been purchased. At this time the supply of Cuban cigars across Europe was dwindling. There were only two Cuban cigars in the shop that were available for purchase; fortunately they were regional edition San Cristobals, and I snapped them up along with about 15 other random non-Cubans. I can confirm that the prices were excellent.

A bit happier, I boarded the bus, and we headed back to Barcelona.

We got back before nightfall, but just barely. I spent the evening, as I had the previous evening wandering around and having bites to eat and cigars and cocktails at various bars and restaurants near my hostel.

I had all of the next morning in Barcelona as well, and I did more of the same as I had done the previous day, wandering around and taking insights. Fortunately, as I got up quite early, I was able to visit some of the churches and areas before the throngs of tourists overtook them.

At about noon, I headed for the airport, as I had a 3:00 PM ish flight to Vilnius, Lithuania.

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Barcelona Beginnings

(What was I doing in Barcelona in May 2024? Start here.)

This was not my first trip to Spain. In 2009 my mother and I had done a two and a half week backpacking trip in Portugal, which led us to the north of that country, from where we walked across a bridge into Spain and visited a town called Tui. So technically I had been to Spain, but it always felt like something that had a little asterisk next to it in the sense that I really hadn’t seen much of the country at all. So when I found a reasonably priced flight to Barcelona this seemed like a good opportunity. It was a good opportunity in two respects: one it allowed me to remove the asterisk next to my visit to Spain; and two, it also would allow me to visit the micro country of Andorra. More on that in another post. So even if I wasn’t excited about Barcelona, I was happy to be going there.

I arrived just before 7:00 PM and took a bus into the city centre. I was staying at St Christopher’s Inn hostel, which was just a block off of the Plaça de Catalunya and right near the Rambla and the metro station. Next in central. It was a good hostel. It didn’t have any frills, but the people at the front desk were wonderfully welcoming and the hostel itself was functional. It had all the things that require in a hostile: girl only dorms, privacy curtains, and lights and plugins in each bunk.

I ditched my stuff and went out to explore.

I just wandered around that first night without much of an agenda. I got the lay of the land, had a dinner of hummus and eggplants, and smoked a cigar. I was also fortunate to happen across some kind of a outdoor free concert happening in a courtyard, so I watched part of that, which was quite fun.

Some cities that I go to make a great first impression on me and others do not. Barcelona was in the latter category. That’s not to say that I disliked it. I didn’t dislike it, it just didn’t impress or excite or fascinate me. And this initial impression stayed true for the rest of my time there.

It’s a perfectly nice city. It has all the things that you would want in a European city: big beautiful churches, old buildings, winding streets, inviting squares, live music, and a good art scene. But something was lacking for me. It might have been just the sheer volume of tourists that put me off a bit. They choked the Rambla and created off-putting congestion around any site of note; That said, if you got away from those touristy bits the city felt more like a regular city. I was, of course, aware that Barcelona was one of those European cities that is overly touristy to the point where they’re trying to deter tourists from going there, but I kinda don’t get it. I understand why tourists want to go to Paris or Amsterdam or Venice, but I don’t really see the appeal of Barcelona more than any number of other European cities. Still, it’s worth seeing and I did have a nice time.

My first full day was Sunday, an I endeavoured to visit the key sites, which included visiting a couple of famous Gaudí buildings and the Basílica de la Sagrada Família. I walked to the Casa Batlló and La Pedrera – Casa Milà. I didn’t go inside either one, but they were extremely impressive to view from the outside. It’s not my style of architecture, but I appreciated them for being beautiful and being different.

*Casa Batlló and La Pedrera – Casa Milà*

I hopped on the metro to the Sagrada Família. I was eager to see the inside of this famous church, but by the time I booked this trip all of the tickets to view the inside were sold out. This isn’t a church that you can just show up and saunter into. The only way that I could have gotten inside with this little notice was to book a guided tour lasting an hour and a half and costing approximately $150.00. While I have heard that the inside is gorgeous. I was not willing to spend that much money or that much time on this building, so I decided to just take it in from the outside. And here’s my controversial opinion. I think it’s kind of ugly. While I thought the other two Gaudí buildings that I saw were beautiful the Sagrada Família just looks like a mess to me. It is interesting, with unusual flourishes and bits of fruit sitting on top of turrets, but the overall building just looks like a mass of melted wax. Some buildings look better when you see them in person. In my opinion, this was not one of them.

I made my way over to the MACBA Museu d’Art Contemporani de Barcelona, it was a much better experience. Not too big art gallery containing intriguing and occasionally beautiful contemporary in modern art pieces. Just as enjoyable as the art gallery itself was the neighbourhood that it was set in. I returned several times to the square just outside the art gallery in the evening as it had lots of street art, outdoor eateries, and a constant stream of skateboarders trying out different tricks. It was very lively I loved it.

I had a bite to eat and then rambled over to the Palau de la Música Catalana, a beautiful concert hall built in the early 1900s. I did pay for a ticket to go inside this buildings and it was well worth it, even at €18. I opted not to do a guided tour but just to wander around in my own, as I felt a little pressed for time. It is one of the most beautiful theatres that I’ve ever seen and even if it’s just to stop in for 10 or 15 minutes to look around, I think it’s one of the best sites if you enjoy that sort of thing.

It was getting to be evening time and so I geared up for a night of bar and restaurant hopping. I try not to drink much when I travel (if at all) because of trouble, but I think a trip to Barcelona would be a bit wasted if a person didn’t have at least a few drinks on your night out in the town. My favourite thing about Barcelona was the night. All of the restaurants had haphazard seating on the squares and into the streets where people sat around having cocktails and glasses of wine and little plates of tapas period music would spill out and everything looked so inviting. Best of all, I could smoke on any patio without any trouble.

I don’t like the idea of tapas. This is mainly because I do not like sharing food. I won’t get into the why; I just don’t like it. But tapas for one is great. It meant that I could go to a little restaurant have a tiny plate of appetizers, a drink, and a cigar and move on to another place, taking in different atmospheres along the way. It was great.

There are also countless appealing ‘hole in the wall’ bars and I had to visit at least a few of them. The best one was called Two Schmucks. And I don’t think it’s exactly a secret; while it is a small dive bar, it has been ranked one of the best bars in the world. I can see why. I loved it immediately; it had great music, it was dark, and the walls were covered with a mishmash of horror movie posters. They had regular cocktails but also a list of highly inventive ones. I ordered a tzatziki martini. I didn’t know what to expect. But I like a martini and I like to see key so why not give it a shot. The martini came and it wasn’t white or milky looking, but perfectly clear. I gingerly took a sip and was astonished. Somehow it tasted like a martini in the sense that it tasted like clean clear alcohol, but it had hints of garlic and dill and was so delicately delicious. Best of all, halfway through the martini they took my remaining martini liquid and poured it into a new frozen glass. No one has ever done this before or since in my entire life and I think it is the best martini service I’ve ever had.

The other thing that was great about sitting at this bar, was I ended up chatting with the guy sitting next to me who worked as a flight attendant from one of the major airlines. And he had no problem answering all my stupid questions. Everything from, “has anyone ever died on one of your flights,” to “do people really have sex in the washrooms,” to “how does one successfully give a small gift to the flight attendants without seeming like a creep?” It was fun and he was good-natured.

I stayed out late, and had a cigar in a late night appetizer on my way back to the hostel. It was a fun day.

This was my second of three nights in Barcelona, and I would come back to the city for a full day and night at the end of my trip, but this was really the end of my Barcelona exploration at the beginning of the trip, as the next day it was headed for my day trip to Andorra.

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European Hopsctoch

How I planned my trip to Barcelona, Andorra, Vilnius, Riga, & Stockholm

I had booked a trip to go to Lebanon and Syria in May 2024, and I was excited about it. The flights and hostels were booked; the itinerary was made…but then the war in Israel and Palestine spread a bit north into Lebanon. This didn’t affect my plans initially, but when some of the bombs landed in or near Beirut and some airlines cancelled their flights, I started to think twice. I wasn’t concerned about the violence affecting me per se, but I was concerned about flights being cancelled and getting stranded. Work wise, I just couldn’t afford to be stranded in anywhere. So I cancelled my bookings, and I had to book another trip with just about two weeks’ notice. I don’t relish in a last minute trip. I like to languish with travel books, maps, and blogs, researching and anticipating. As I always say, however, travel teaches one flexibility.

This new trip couldn’t be anywhere that required an advance visa or anywhere that needs a lot of pre-planning. Plus, with only two weeks out most of the flights were expensive. So I traded in my desire for adventure and decided to go for a European trip. On the plus side, this would give me an opportunity to visit a couple of new to me countries, plus revisiting some other places that I like. I found a good price on a round-trip ticket to Barcelona, and from there I would visit Andorra, with a little stop in France, I would fly to Lithuania, travel by land to Latvia, fly to Stockholm, before returning to Barcelona, via Zürich on the way. It sounded delightful.

I had been to all of these countries before except for Andorra and Lithuania. Fortunately, flights within Europe tend to be inexpensive and the trip was looking to be fairly affordable. The one thing I didn’t factor into my trip planning, and my budgeting was Taylor Swift.

Taylor Swift and the price of Hostels

I am in no way anti Taylor Swift, but I don’t really give her much thought at all, or at least I didn’t before this trip. When I arrived in Barcelona, I discovered that all of Europe was buzzing with her tour dates getting underway. Just after I arrived in Barcelona, she had a couple of dates in Paris and half of the girls staying in my dorm in Barcelona were on their way to the concert. One of them even lived in the United States and said it was cheaper for her to fly from Los Angeles to Europe and buy tickets there than it was to buy tickets in the States.

All of this meant that the price and availability of hostels in Barcelona and Stockholm were not great. Nowhere was this truer than in Stockholm. I had never been to Stockholm, but I had heard it was expensive, so when I started looking for hostel dorms and I found that they were in the $250 CDN range, I thought, “well I guess that’s just Stockholm prices,” and maybe it was a little more expensive because I was booking at the last minute. What I didn’t realize was that my three days in Stockholm corresponded exactly with Taylor Swift’s three days of concerts there. All of the accommodations were three to four times what they normally were and almost every place was full. I did pay $250 CDN a night for a rather unremarkable dorm bed in Stockholm – one that lacked even a privacy curtain, a towel, or a free breakfast. It is, to date, the most expensive hostel accommodation I’ve ever had.

*Hostel bunks in Barcelona and Stockholm, the latter (Bunk 4) was the $250/night one*

On the plus side, although I am not a ‘Swifty’, I couldn’t help but be charmed by all her fans, particularly in Stockholm, where they seemed to overtake the city but were so cute and wholesome that it was impossible for me to be irritated by them.

Anyway, that was just a blip on what otherwise was a very enjoyable trip to multiple places, starting in Barcelona…