We booked Thailand a good 5 months before actually leaving when we found insanely cheap tickets on Air India. As an American, good deals overly excite me, but for the record, we’d fly Air India again in a heartbeat for the value for money. H.I.G.H.L.Y R.E.C.O.M.M.E.N.D. I.T.
So, I am a travel research kind of gal, so I stalked every blog I could find to create the best two week Thailand circuit for fresh first time tourists like ourselves. We ultimately decided on 3 days in Bangkok, 1 day in Pattaya exclusively to see friends, 4 days in Chaing Mai and then to finish up with 4 days in paradise on the Koh Phi Phi Islands. I was pretty proud of our itinerary and imagined us soaking up the Thai culture while we zipped around on tuk tuks and longtail boats, tucked into amazing street food and threw back bottles of local Singha beer.
Continue reading “Thailand Part 1 | Exploring Bangkok”
Thailand took on an unexpected twist 10 days before our flight left Paris. I get this panicked call from Robin during his weekly soccer game because some overexcited teammate of his (these guys all play with the aggressiveness of pro players, but with the skills of complete beginners), had sidelined him during the game and he twisted his ankle. He’s explaining to me that he can’t put any weight on it, it’s swelled to three times it’s normal size and he’s in excruciating pain. I’ll admit that my first thought sounded a bit like “you’ve got to be f*cking sh*tting me! We for sure didn’t check that travel insurance box so cancelling is really not an option. What’s the name of this Cristiano Ronaldo wannabe that ran you over?” But I managed to suppress my urge to rant and instead muttered something more along the lines of ” oh no honey, I’m so sorry. Do you want me to meet you at the emergency room?”
Continue reading “Thailand Part 0 | Honeymoon Disaster?”
Living and working in France means I have a minimum of 5 weeks of vacation. Yes, you read correctly, a minimum. Because I work for a kick ass company, I get 8 weeks. So besides the weeks I spend going back to the US to replenish my soul with Arby’s curly fries and sisterly drama, I travel as much as I can.
Last week, I took full advantage of this benefit and went on a 6 day trip with my husband Robin, my close friend from college, Abby, who miraculously lives in the south of France (praise the lord!), her French boyfriend Bruno, Robin’s best friend Thibault and his spicy Italian girlfriend Anna. Continue reading “Crete”