It looks as if Ryanair will be taking it’s low-cost, no-frills, minimal-enjoyment airlines to the transatlantic skies.
On April 12, CEO Michael O’Leary pledged to launch low-cost shuttle service from the UK to six different Stateside destinations. (Read a press release somewhat relating to the announcement here [and please note the missed space in the headline], or go here for a more in-depth overview.)
Hey, I’m all for low fares. But I must wonder … would it be more comfortable for me to grab a seat on Ryanair’s big puddle-jumping sardine can, or should I just sneak into the baggage hold during my next overseas flight?
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A kiss, when all is said, what is it? … ‘Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear. – Edmond Rostand
| Cafe Knösel Haspelgasse 16 69117 Heidelberg Phone: 0049-6221-22345 Fax: 00496221-600160 http://www.cafek-hd.de/startseite.html |
Heidelberg is widely considered to be one of the most romantic cities in Germany. Its winding cobblestone streets, gingerbready-looking eaves and arches, its crumbling castle … just oh-so-quintessential, Grimm’s-fairy-tale German.
And if you’re looking for a dose of old-fashioned German romance, you simply must pay a visit to Heidelberg’s oldest café, Café Knösel.
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In keeping with the theme of airlines and flying, I thought I’d tackle one of the biggest complaints any traveler deals with: flight delays that cause you to miss a connecting flight.
This is bad enough when you’re dealing with domestic flights, where a delayed connection can cause you to spend hours in unfamiliar airports. It’s maddening when it happens to a domestic flight that is supposed to then connect to your international flight — you know, to the destination that airline only flies to once every day. (Which happened to me.)
So, what is the best thing to do when this happens? Well, there’s really not much you can do, except get your flight rescheduled. And complain.
Yet, as it turns out, complaining (hold on for this shocking revelation) does not really do any good.
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It looks tempting. It really does. Fly from London to Rome — for 0.01 pounds? Not possible. Or is it? The price is right there, in bold blue, white, and yellow, enticing you … teasing you … thrilling you …
And so, filled with visions of rigatoni and fettuccini, you click on the link on the RyanAir website, and … oh, the humanity!
Many study abroad students (and well-seasoned travelers, and natives alike) have been seduced while overseas by the call of low-fare, no-frills, awesomely-advertised-bottom-barrel-price airlines. For someone who’s attempting a European tour on a budget, it seems idiotic to not travel that way.
But just remember the old adage about a thing looking too good to be true.
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I like to eat. A lot.
I consider myself pretty adept at discovering fabulous, off-the-beaten-track places to indulge my inner foodie when I’m traveling overseas. Few things are more enticing than traipsing through picturesque, ancient cities in a gourmet haze of food-induced coma.
When it comes to domestic eating, however, I’m pretty pathetic. It’s just never seemed enjoyable, finding the islands of must-eat-hereness whenever I travel to a new city. Part of that is because I’m cheap: I ain’t gonna be shelling out twenty bucks for a Let’s Go: Chicago! It’s also because I’m lazy: who really wants to go to the tourism bureau? Those are valuable half-hours when I could be shopping! Or taking a nap!
What I should be doing, as it turns out, is hitting the Zagat Survey. Go their site, pick your location, and you’ll instantly have a wealth of knowledge at your fingertips about restaurants, nightlife hot-spots, hotels, and attractions.
You don’t have to register to view the basic information on the site. But becoming a Registered Member is free, which allows you to rate and review establishments. If you want more detailed information, there are two different types of subscriptions that’ll give you everything you want (and probably more than you will ever need): Restaurant Only and Full Access, both of which offer various perks.
I know I’ll be hitting this site the next time I take a domestic trip (or even the next time I paint the town with my friends). After all, according to this article from Slate online,, the patriarch of the Zagat empire is likened “a favorite uncle of one of your friends from college.” How much more of a commendation can you get than that?
As Lynn noted in her article about when to purchase plane tickets, flight comparison sites have certainly helped today’s travelers find the most affordable rates. Everyone’s familiar with the big hitters—Expedia, Orbitz, Travelocity. But there are a large number of other, smaller, lesser-known but just-as-good online companies that offer the same services.
Enter Mobissimo Travel, hailed as the “ultimate travel search engine.” The company, barely four years old, scours 173 travel agencies, travel consolidators, major airlines and low-cost carriers to come up with a long, comprehensive list of rates.
It’s not just for airfare—search the lowest prices for hotels, cars, and activities (just type in “beaches” or “museums”). And, if you’ve a devil-may-care attitude and are willing to go wherever the lowest fare may take you, you can do a broad search for airline fares. And by broad, I mean typing “Europe” in the destination search box.
I’ve not used the site myself, but it was recommended to me by a fellow friend and travelista who’s been planning some international travel. The press section of Mobissimo’s site lists some good PR from reliable sources.
So, take a look. At the very least, it saves you the time of opening six different Internet browsers when you’re next comparing ticket prices.
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Perhaps it’s because I spent the past two months breathing, sleeping, and dreaming the brilliantly satirical, hysterical, Tony-award winning musical Urinetown. Or perhaps it’s because I drink enough coffee daily to drown a horse. Whatever the reason, when I sat down to write this week’s update, my thoughts immediately turned to the topic of restrooms. Specifically, European restrooms. Even more specifically, pay toilets.
Oh, yes, you’ve heard of them. It’s hard not to. They’re a worldwide rage, an everyone’s-doing-it phenomenon, like Coach purses or skinny jeans tucked into boots (only not quite as glamorous). They’re the you’ll-never-believe-it groans spewed from just-returned-from-abroad American travelers. They’re the don’t-merit-their-own-bullet-point in your handy-dandy travel guide that quickly morphs into a now-I’m-stuck-with-a-distended-bladder-and-no-spare-change of many a traveler’s trip.
Not only are they ubiquitous, they’re discombobulating. What traveler hasn’t been momentarily intimidated before the little vest-wearing toilet maven, seated primly behind her little plate of change? Who glares at you while you dig through your pockets to find the correct fee? And then hands you a fistful of toilet paper after you’ve handed over your cash?
It seems so very foreign to charge for something as natural as using the restroom. Then again, you pay to eat, which is yet another natural function. Some would argue that, in principle, it’s the same mentality. Which is a logic I don’t agree with, even though water costs a truckload more in Europe than it does in the States. Whatever the logic, the fact remains: while in Europe, you will more than likely have to pay to pee.
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Choosing where to sleep is perhaps the most important question you must answer when traveling (outside of choosing where you’re traveling, that is). And, at a certain point, every study abroad student or young traveler asks herself: Should I stay at a hostel or a hotel?
Like other soul-searching questions such as what is happiness? or to be or not to be? or should I eat that last piece of chocolate cake?, choosing between a hostel and a hotel is something only you can decide for yourself. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have a little help in making that decision.
So, oh weary travelers! Sharpen your pencils and get ready to take our very first Notes From A Café test and discover where you should lay your little head on your next trip overseas.
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I slid up the ramp of the I-35 toll road, pausing briefly to catch the ticket the cheerful, blue-shirted man held out the window of the toll booth. My stomach gurgled, complaining about the Mickey D’s double cheeseburger I’d ingested half an hour prior. The underthigh of my right leg was cramping, and a dull ache knotted at the base of my neck unless I rolled my shoulders every three minutes or so, making me look like someone out of a Richard Simmons workout. Or a reject from a Ricky Martin music video.
Ah, road-tripping. That maddening, perilous, oh-so-traditional pastime of Labor Day weekend. Like a dutiful sister-slash-sister-in-law, I was headed to the heart of Kansas to visit my brother and his wife for the holiday.
The first CD I ever bought was Shawn Colvin’s A Few Small Repairs, which I listened faithfully to until I accidentally left it on the TGV to Paris. Track eight was a song called “Wichita Skyline,” and while I had not yet then been to the Great Plains, I was captivated by the wistfulness of the lyrics coupled with her throaty-yet-little-girlish voice.
And then I moved to the Great Plains, and took a road trip to Colorado, and as the flat, flat land unrolled on every side, I crunched myself into the back seat, horrified, expecting tumbleweeds to blow across the road at any second. Yes, what I had been forewarned about was true—driving across Kansas was about as exciting as watching toast being made.
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Oh, the humanity.
When I lived in France and sat down to luxurious dinners of foie gras, fresh herbed salad, aged cheeses, and to-die-for desserts, sometimes I would sit back, close my eyes, and think … I could really go for some chicken tenders.
No matter how cultured I try to act or what affectations I put on (or how much I really, really like chevre or a chilled Vouvray), I’m a corn-fed Midwestern girl at heart. And, even though gastronomical adventures through another country are exciting, sometimes all you want is a taste of home.
Both fortunately and unfortunately, my plight was all-too-easily assuaged. Throughout my travels, I noticed an assortment of “American” restaurants sewn into the tapestry of the European landscape. McDonalds. Starbucks. Pizza Hut. I think I even saw a Chili’s in Switzerland.
Yes, I am ashamed to admit it, but tho’ the spirit is willing, the flesh is all too weak. I succumbed to my most base desires from time to time … and would pick up a quarter-pounder with cheese from ol’ Mickey D’s.
Guess what, folks? Eating at these “American restaurants” reminds you why you didn’t miss the food in the first place.
And never did I realize this so sharply than I did in my recent trip to Germany, where, against all better judgment, I took a detour from the beer gardens, wiener schnitzel, and bratwurst to visit the Heidelberg Hard Rock Café.
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