Where in the world would you go if you could go anywhere at all?

Assuming I could bring Alex and assuming we would have a generous allowance, then I already know where I’d go and probably the exact route too.

First a couple weeks in England visiting several goo d friends including a few days enjoying the buzz of London.

From there it would be on to Amsterdam to fulfill Alex’s life-long dream of visiting one of the many special coffee shops.  (I imagine I would leave him to it and instead wander along the canals by myself – weed-induced comas don’t entice me).

Once I’d managed to sober him up, we would catch a train down to Paris and I could finally delight in being in the most romantic city in the world with my sweetheart, indulging in a long weekend of coffees, pastries, endless walking and a fair few selfies.

Next we’d catch the TGV down to Nice and after a day wandering through the pretty old town, we’d hop along to Monte Carlo, Monaco, to visit old friends of mine and introduce Alex to the craziness of the picture-perfect designer country, a place I once called home (and am longing to revisit some day soon).

Once we’d had our fill of the gorgeous Cote d’Azur, a train to Italy would be next on the cards, actually several trains, stopping at all the fabulous cities along the way: Milano, Verona, Venice, then all the way down to Pisa, Florence and finally Rome.

A couple days wandering the sexy city and a few day trips to the Amalfi coast in a rental car and we’d be off again, this time by plane, to the Swiss city of Zurich, from where we’d visit friends near Schaffhausen.

A few days with them and we’d be on the train again, this time Austria-bound, stopping off at Innsbruck to see my brother who’s living in the pretty mountain town.  A few days should suffice once again, both for the town (and for my brother!) and we’ll be moving on to Vienna, a highly artistic capital city I’ve always been curious about, where my old friend Rob lives (whom I met on my first ever trip to India) with his partner and (by then) two kids.

A few days there and then it’s back on a plane again, headed for Athens to visit our good Greek-Irish friend who lives in the ancient capital.  Some cultural education and hanging-out chill-time and then we’d have to pop over to one of the islands.  You know the old saying:

“When in Greece…”

From there, it’s only a quick hop and a skip to Istanbul to soak up the mystery and magic of this magnificent Arabic city.

Finally, presumably somewhat exhausted, we would pack our bags full of oriental treasures and catch a plane back home to Ireland to recover.

It would make a great book, wouldn’t it?!  Who knows.  Someday…

Ciao darlings!

Lizzie xxxx