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A Drive Through the Swiss Alps
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Massive San Bernardino tunnel, huge scenic Alps, dairy cows & waterfalls! For more on our drive through the Swiss Alps, including a stop in the tiny, wealthy country of Liechtenstein: CLICK HERE >>
Monaco Pit Stop
Monaco. The richest country in the world – and the second smallest. Home of the Grand Prix and megayachts. So what could we possibly afford to do there?
Well, first off, we drove the route… CONTINUE READING >>
Monaco Grand Prix, Tracing the Route!
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The GypsyNesters drive the route of the Grand Prix! Hold on to your scooters! Truth is… CONTINUE READING >>
Mounting the Alps
To make our way south to Italy, we would have to pull a Hannabal and cross The Alps. Fresh out of war elephants, we would be using our little rented Citroën we called Benny. Our route would take us through the smallest German-speaking country in the world, Liechtenstein, and then… CONTINUE READING >>Up in the Air in Courmayeur, Italy
Where Italy, France and Switzerland converge sits the fairy tale town of Courmayeur. At the top of Italy’s Aosta valley, high in the Alps, literally in the shadow of Europe’s highest peak, Mont Blanc, the town has become one of Europe’s premier alpine getaways. Whimsical slate roofed structures are set amid the amazing views of the Dente del Gigante (Giant‘s Teeth).Somehow David convinced Veronica that going on the Funivie Monte Bianco, a cable car that terrifyingly drags you STRAIGHT UP Monte Blanc was a good… CONTINUE READING >>
Ain’t it Quaint?
Join us in Vermont in the wintertime – quaint and lovely. We survived skiing – all limbs intact – ate at two diverse eateries and stayed at a charming lodge.The quaintness factor continued to increase the entire trip. So much so that when we turned off the main road in Vermont we were immediately greeted by a picture perfect covered bridge over a snowy stream… CONTINUE READING >>
What in the Sam Hill is a Yosemite?
OK, show of hands. How many of us first heard of Yosemite from Looney Tunes? C’mon, reach fer the sky fragnabbit! On those childhood Saturday mornings Yosemite Sam introduced us to the name but he had nothing to do with the National Park. Friz Freleng just liked the plumb western sound of California’s premier park for his loud-mouthed, sourdough, going-off-all-half-cocked, six-shootin’ little fella. Fifty-odd years of Saturdays later yer flea bitten GypsyNestin’ varmints finally met Sam’s namesake… CONTINUE READING >>
