Narrow Nightmares
Cordoba, in the middle of winter. It was late (9pm) and the kids were hungry, the saving grace of an ice cream bar on the Roman Bridge having lost its charm by now. We started driving towards our hotel. As we entered…
Cordoba, in the middle of winter. It was late (9pm) and the kids were hungry, the saving grace of an ice cream bar on the Roman Bridge having lost its charm by now. We started driving towards our hotel. As we entered…
Driving in Europe has never been an issue for us so far, but has always resulted in unique stories, and the frequency of such stories is only increasing. In Greece, we had not one, not two, not three, but four such…
A jolt here and there, but nothing significant, as our flight from Thessaloniki glided to a smooth landing on the island of Santorini. Viraj (our 7 year old) was especially excited as the plane was landing on a volcano. We…