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This festive Montpellier square was the scene of a great dinner last night

This festive Montpellier square was the scene of a great dinner last night

We spent a pleasant afternoon in the Jardin des Plantes

We spent a pleasant afternoon in the Jardin des Plantes

Whenever possible we like to break long journeys into smaller pieces. Rather than spending eight hours on a train we prefer to stop in the middle. Two four hour journeys aren’t nearly so bad, especially if you get to discover a new place in between. Since we had a couple days to spare between our stay in Cannes and our visit with my brother John and his family in Barcelona, we decided to make a stop smack in the middle. And that brings us to Montpellier, the vibrant capital of the French region of Languedoc-Roussillon.

These things looked an awful lot like blueberries but maybe not quite

These things looked an awful lot like blueberries but maybe not quite

Montpellier feels like a young town, with lively streets and bustling squares full of bars and restaurants. It’s been a college town since the founding of the University of Montpellier in 1160 — one of the oldest universities in the world. It is also reported to be the fastest growing city in France over the past quarter century.

It’s been a nice place to hang out for a brief couple of days while we got a few practical things done — shopping for toiletries, getting Jim a haircut, and doing a bit of travel research. We also visited a nice botanical garden, the Jardin des Plantes, and enjoyed a couple great meals in those lively Montpellier squares.

But this morning we are more excited than usual to board our next train. Because this time we are headed to one of our favorite places on earth — Barcelona!

This kitty was waiting for me right at the entrance to the Jardin des Plants

This kitty was waiting for me right at the entrance to the Jardin des Plants

This kitty was looming just behind Jim at lunch in another great square.

This kitty was looming just behind Jim at lunch in another great square.

Jim inspects some nice purple flowers at the Jardin

Jim inspects some nice purple flowers at the Jardin

A decommissioned church rise up into a moody sky

A decommissioned church rise up into a moody sky

The prince of Liechtenstein's castle looks over the capital of Vaduz and surrounding homes and vineyards

The prince of Liechtenstein’s castle looks over the capital of Vaduz and surrounding homes and vineyards

From St. Moritz we traveled by train, another train, and a bus to reach the little principality of Liechtenstein. I can’t say that I really knew too much about Liechtenstein before, but now that I’ve been here, I’m happy to share some of my favorite findings about this pretty little country (my 85th country).

Since I do actually have one friend who is a native Liechtensteiner (We met Martin and his wife Val at a really cool dinner party in Mendoza, Argentina), I asked what we should do here. At Martin’s recommendation we took a bus to Malbun, the nation’s only ski resort, and set off for a hike along the dramatic mountain ridge that separates Liechtenstein from Austria.

This takes me to my first cool fact about Liechtenstein. It’s not just a landlocked country. It’s double-landlocked — surrounded by two other landlocked countries. In fact as we hiked along that ridge between Liechtenstein and Austria, we were contemplating taking an extension up to a point where Liechtenstein, Austria, and Switzerland all meet. I wanted a photo for this very blog of me standing in all three countries.

But this was not to be, since just as we were approaching the highest point of our hike this morning, a wicked wind came blasting in with icy cold rain to boot. The sky on the Austrian side was ominously dark, and we decided to do the sensible thing and hike back to Malbun. By 2 pm we ended up back in the capital city of Vaduz, where we picked up a bottle of wine and headed back to our hotel. We ended up sitting on our lovely balcony enjoying the picnic lunch we’d packed for the hike with a nice bottle of Chianti Classico. Not a total disaster.

I may have mentioned previously that Switzerland was the most expensive country we’ve ever been to. Within days that record was been shattered here in Liechtenstein, where it’s pretty much impossible to get dinner for under $200 ANYWHWERE (and hence our strong penchant for picnicking). So it’s not surprising to learn that by some measures Liechtenstein has the highest per capita income of any country in the world. They also have rock bottom unemployment, hovering around 1.5%.

It’s also the only country on earth located entirely within the Alps. OK, I’ll quit now. This is a lovely place, but tomorrow we head to Zurich to get some welcome Swiss relief from these crazy prices.

The trail leading up to the national border mountain ridge

The trail leading up to the national border mountain ridge

Jim celebrates just after we reached the ridge. That's Austria in the background.

Jim celebrates just after we reached the ridge. That’s Austria in the background.

The authorities have an opinion about your choice of footwear up here

The authorities have an opinion about your choice of footwear up here

Enjoying the scenery just before all hell broke loose with wind and rain

Enjoying the scenery just before all hell broke loose with wind and rain

David, Marc, Mark, and Jim take in the stunning Réserve Naturelle de Scandola

David, Marc, Mark, and Jim take in the stunning Réserve Naturelle de Scandola

From Ajaccio we rented a car and traveled north to meet our friends Marc and David, who’d just flown in from Toronto to start a well deserved vacation. We picked them up at the airport in Calvi and then settled in the nearby town of L’Île Rousse. Here their stress and jetlag were relieved with a virtually perfect day on the beach. It was all sunshine, fine warm sand, crystal clear water, a great lunch, and lots of catching up.

The next day we got a little more adventuresome and traveled southwest to the town of Porto and its spectacular coastal surroundings. The two-hour drive took us through the rugged mountains of Corsica and endless stomach-churning hairpin turns. After a coffee break and a lunch in lovely Porto, we spent the afternoon on a little rubber boat touring the soaring mountains and jagged cliffs of the Réserve Naturelle de Scandola to the north and the Calanques de Piana to the south.

The scenery was so spectacular that it easily justified the difficulty of the journey, but by the time we got back to L’Île Rousse we were thrilled to be out of the car, off those winding mountain roads, and ready for another car-less day at the beach just steps from our hotel.

But then Jim discovered that his kindle was missing and recalled setting it on the table at the coffee shop in Porto. Marc found the name of the coffee shop using google Street View, we called them, and yup, they have the kindle — just two hours and countless hairpin turns away. Now Jim and I cannot live without our kindles. So it’s Monday morning, and Jim got up early to get the ordeal over with. So Marc and David and I are headed to the beach, hoping Jim is back in time for lunch!

The beach right in town here in L'Île Rousse

The beach right in town here in L’Île Rousse

David, Marc, and Jim overlooking L'Île Rousse

David, Marc, and Jim overlooking L’Île Rousse

Jim does his thing after a short climb from town

Jim does his thing after a short climb from town

Pretty Porto -- the scene of our coffee break, lunch stop, and Jim's return visit :(

Pretty Porto — the scene of our coffee break, lunch stop, and Jim’s return visit 🙁

Plying the crystal waters of the World Heritage Réserve Naturelle de Scandola

Plying the crystal waters of the World Heritage Réserve Naturelle de Scandola

More breathtaking scenery from our little boat

More breathtaking scenery from our little boat

One more shot of the beach in L'Île Rousse

One more shot of the beach in L’Île Rousse

Marc tries out some haute couture

Marc tries out some haute couture