Euro Top Ten : #8 – Airbnb

#8 – Airbnb

I like to think of Airbnb as the totally unofficial sponsor of my latest journey abroad.  Of the 31 nights I spent in Europe, all but one evening was spent in an Airbnb.  It’s what made it possible for me to afford a month of rent in London.  It’s how we were able to stay in four cities in one week, and how my parents were able to stay with me for no extra cost.

Airbnb is part of the new “sharing economy” that allows people to rent out their homes to travelers.  It’s free to register, and the rates for housing vary by location.  My apartments in London were a steal at $100-120 a night to have a one-bedroom to myself, including fees, exchange rates, and the fact that I had lots of nights when my friends and family were staying with me. In our upcoming trip to Hawaii, my sister and I are paying $100/night for two twin beds in a guest house in Maui.

But more than just the price, Airbnb gives you a home.  It gives you a kitchen, and a bath, and your own space (as opposed to a hostel where you share everything).  It comes with a washer, a dryer, a wonky floor where the tiles creak under your feet as you walk to the balcony for your morning coffee.  Someone else’s books to leaf through and closets to resist looking at (though one host did tell me I could wear his sweaters if I got cold!). It includes a friend to text when the hot water doesn’t run in the morning (“just wait until everyone else goes to work!”) and a recommendation for a coffee shop where the locals really do go, along with access to neighborhoods and cities and experiences that you’d never get if you stuck to the beaten path.


Our home away from home in Montpellier


Airbnb really did lead me to some amazing places.  In London, I stayed a bus ride away from Big Ben and then right off Gray’s Inn Road and found that I loved the more remote location better.  In Paris, we rented a space the size of a trailer (too small for what ended up being four of us!) and had to check under all the fourth floor doormats for keys because we had no idea which apartment was ours – luckily no one caught us in the act.  In Montpellier, we stayed in a gorgeous apartment with the most comfortable couch I’ve ever slept on in my life. In Toulouse, our adorable host carried ALL OUR BAGS up the stairs himself, and invited us to go through his DVD collection (he and his wife have also written to me since we returned to say Merry Christmas, etc. Merci Amelie et Manu!). And in Barcelona, the weird dorm-like place we rented was perfectly located for late nights out and coffee at the bakery downstairs.


Rooftops of London from Airbnb #2


I know that in some parts of the US especially, Airbnb has had some negative press lately for people who are using the service to operate what are essentially hotels, or to undermine the rental market. I can’t speak to the economic impact of Airbnb (I was an English major…) but I do know that it opened doors to me that surely would have stayed closed without this housing option, and I’m grateful.  I hope the regulations can be worked out so that people with good intentions can keep lending their spaces and encouraging adventures, here and abroad!

As a 29-year-old woman, I think I’ve outgrown the youth hostel scene – I want more personal space than they allow.  And as a solo traveler, it’s key that that space is safe and centrally located, and I can stay much longer since it’s also affordable. When I did have a problem with one of my London apartments, Airbnb tried to help me solve it (then I fixed it myself, because I’m badass like that).  I’d go back to the rest of these places in a heartbeat, and would love to be a host myself some day.  Until then, I’ll just keep dreaming of the treehouses, igloos, mansions, and islands I could rent with the click of a button!

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Euro Top 10: #3 London’s markets

3 in Montpellier

#3 – London’s markets

Eliza Doolittle, heroine of My Fair Lady, sells her flowers on the steps of Covent Garden and wishes for a room far away from the cold night air, with one enormous chair and so on.  And I agree – that scene is quite “lover-ly” but I also love what she already has – markets galore.  Give me rows of cheese, towers of pastries, crowds all holding cocktails in plastic glasses and munching on pies and curries.  Give me London’s markets and one-pound coins changing hands in return for brownies, fresh fish, truffle oil, antique jewelry.  Give me streets of uncertain adventure, of stalls that weren’t there yesterday and might not be there tomorrow, but that stand in the footprints of hundreds of years of trade and barter.

Read more about my love for markets, and the diversity that London has to offer, here!

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In praise of markets

When I think of London, I think of big red buses, afternoon tea, and markets.  You never know what you’re going to find in the city’s markets – some contain poorly made junk, which others feature works of art or the best cheese you’ve ever tasted.

I visited three markets during my time here: Borough Market, Portobello Road market, and Camden Market.  They each have a totally different vibe.


Sweets at Borough Market

Borough Market is a food market under London Bridge, and it’s a perfect lunchtime destination.  For a few quid, you can get a steak pie or a curry or my favorite, raclette (cheese on top of potatoes with a side of mini pickles).  You can also pick up sweets as big as your head, small nuggets of fudge, fresh cheeses, truffles, whole rabbits – anything you could possibly need to eat.  There’s even a stall that sells nothing but cider!
When to go: on a weekday before or after typical lunchtime.  It’s a zoo on Saturday and closed Sunday.

Camden Market is more of a craft fair, with halls and courtyards of wares.  Some are handmade and some are clearly mass produced, but still not junky.  The food here is also incredible, but can get extremely crowded.  The nice thing about the market overall is that it’s so compact – if you like something and don’t buy it the first time, it’s not that hard to get back for another pass (the opposite is true at Portobello Road, for example).  And when you need a break from the crowds, you can watch barges pass through the locks.
When to go: on a Sunday, because it’s the only market open this day!

Portobello Road market is another adventure altogether.  This is where you can buy silver, crystal goblets, old jewelry, books older than our country, and more.  This is the best market for spectators – my friend and I kept dipping into random stores to look at ivory canes, french wardrobes, stuffed hunting trophies that had seen better days.  Once you get moving here, you basically get swept downhill, so you have to make sure not to pass anything by because you’re NOT coming back.  I already had a silver chalice from my last trip so I kept my wallet in my pocket this time, but am still pining for the perfect silver tray.  Next time…
When to go: Saturday, as close to 10 as possible.  It gets crowded quickly.

When I leave Europe, the markets are one of the things I miss the most. Luckily, I still have market adventures in Paris, Barcelona, and Istanbul ahead of me (all in the next week!).  Adventure, ahoy!

I solemnly swear I am up to no good

I’m never embarrassed to be a geek, especially when my source material is an amazing book.  So when I realized that the Warner Brothers studio where they filmed Harry Potter was a day-trip away from London, I rearranged my schedule to make sure Katie and I could go.

On the Knight Bus - destination: adventure!

On the Knight Bus – destination: adventure!

“The Making of Harry Potter” in Leavesden is a marketing marvel, intended exactly for mega fans like us – and it delivered on all the hype.  From the cupboard under the stairs that greets you while you wait in line to the sweet butterbeer to the magical music being played throughout, it kept us captivated and fighting small kids for space in front of exhibits.


Dumbledore presiding over the main hall

The opening movie, featuring Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, and Rupert Grint, was a stark reminder that we weren’t just looking at the real-life equivalent of the Hogwarts we know and love – this was a functioning movie set.  Much, much more functioning than I even imagined – in this era of CGI, I assumed that almost all the cool stuff had been added later with animation. In reality, it was enhanced with animation, but many of the greatest features actually had to be created by someone first.  From the intricately locking doors at Gringotts to a life-sized model of Buckbeak to the winding griffin staircase that leads to Dumbledore’s office (which was apparently the hardest thing to build), the film crew made the magic real.


A mandrake – all those moving pieces really worked (terrifying screams were added later)

Dumbledore's office

Dumbledore’s office

The level of detail throughout was just staggering – all the wand boxes are hand painted, all the portraits of headmasters have sleeping AND awake versions.  Nothing escaped the shrewd eyes of the crew – and we, as the fans, are still reaping the benefits.


Diagon Alley. complete with death eaters strolling around to add some Halloween “cheer”

The piece that really took the cake was the scale model of Hogwarts.  It was painstakingly built so it could be used for ALL the shots of the castle from far away.  There was no other model – this is the only version of all of Hogwarts that ever existed, and it’s incredible.  There’s a miniature telescope outside Dumbledore’s office, little rocks scattered in the forest, and broken steps leading to the owlery.  The miniature clocks move, and were adjusted to match the time for every scene.  It was just spectacular – as you watch, the lights change and music swells so if you stay in this room long enough, you get to see whole days pass at the castle you know and love.


Dusk at Hogwarts

It was an amazing day – one I’ll never forget – of indulging my imagination with my best friend.  Everyone should go and let their childish tendencies run wild for a little bit.  More than half the people here were adults our age or older, and we were all instantly transported back to the time when we first met that boy with the lightning bolt scar.

My top tips for getting the most out of your trip:

  • Go early.  The shuttle bus starts running from the train station at 9:20.  Even if you arrive before your time, they will let you in if they can – we saw huge lines when we finally left hours later.
  • Give yourself lots of time.  With a stop for lunch, we were there about 5.5 hours.
  • Skip the audio tour.  It’s only £4.95 but it was a waste of money – you could learn just as much by reading the info in front of each display.
  • Check out the special exhibits.  While we were there, it was “The Dark Arts” which meant special displays, death eaters walking around, and snakes for photo ops (NO THANK YOU VERY MUCH).
  • Bring your camera.  You can take photos almost everywhere and there are a million amazing things to try to capture.
  • Try the butterbeer.  Sure, most people think it’s too sweet.  But you have to try it.  Just do it.
  • Get your photo and video taken.  We didn’t even buy our broom-riding photos but they were a freaking blast to make.  I almost asked if I could go again… and we skipped getting one in the Ford Anglia and then had to go back when we realized the error of our ways.
  • Blow your budget in the gift shop.  Eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the rest of the month if you need to – there’s too much great stuff here to pass up.  We talked each other into getting beautifully impractical wands and have no regrets.

The adventure continues

Somehow, I suddenly only have four more days left in London. The last 22 have gone by with lightning speed – between people visiting and doing my own exploring, the days are all one double-decker blur.

The last week hasn’t been the easiest one – my new apartment is more complicated than the last, with city noises all around (a neighboring alarm threatened to make me pull out all my hair – it went on for 14 hours overnight!) and just more little things going wrong. But some phone calls home and flexible friends who didn’t mind if my internet died mid-conversation (…because the electrician who was rewiring the living room turned off the whole apartment’s fuses…) made things better. Now I’m just wistful again, ready to soak up every minute of these last few days before they’re gone.

Still to do:
– run to St Paul’s (tomorrow!)
– go to the Warner Brothers Backlot Tour aka see everything Harry Potter
– drink more tea
– take pictures in a phone booth
– see a play with Katie (who arrives tomorrow!!)


(Eating homemade churros at Portobello Road Market – I used excellent self-restraint and managed to avoid buying anything but this!)

Winning at transportation

If I could bring one thing back from London to Boston, I would bring Kate Middleton (she’s so cool).  And if I could bring two things, I would bring Princess Kate and the 87 bus, which is sitting outside my window right now, waiting to pick up passengers.  The bus route in London is just one part of a magnificent transportation network that the US needs to see and learn from.  Within 45 minutes you can basically get anywhere from anywhere else, and it’s generally a lovely ride.  Padded seats, great notices about when the train or bus is arriving, and then – it actually shows up when you expect!   Plus, you get to see the most phenomenal things in the city – “my” bus goes past Big Ben, Westminster, the London Eye, Horseguards parade, the Supreme Court, Trafalgar Square, and Covent Garden, to name just a few stops.

Today, I went to see where this wonderful system started with a visit to the London Transport Museum.  It already boasts one of my favorite gift shops – I was eager to see how the museum itself would impress me. The museum, located at the corner of Covent Garden, is usually £15 but it was free with the London Pass (more on this awesomeness later).

First impression: noisiest museum EVER.  So many sound effects in the cavernous hall, combined with the shrieks of dozens of children visiting (this is a common occurrence in London which is wonderful for students but painful for the rest of us, especially in a place that echoes like this!).  Still, it contains an awesome history.


Inside the main hall, which used to be a flower market

The museum covers the full history of transportation in London – from the times when rivers were convenient, if incredibly smelly, highways for all classes of people to the digging of the first underground and the conflicts that rose up as people challenged each other for the rights to drive the buses and trains of the city, to the innovations it propelled – like the first escalator.  You can’t ask people to ride way underground AND demand that they take the stairs once they get off!

It also exposes the controversy around transportation expansion – laying train tracks in London alone displaced more than 100,000 people, and the railway companies had no obligation to repay or rehouse displaced families.  This expansion also literally created the commute – in 1800, nearly all Londoners lived within walking distance of their jobs, but by 1900 most had been pushed out of the city center and now had to rely on transportation to get to work.  So uh… thanks?


Old subway car – looking even cozier than they do now, with their wooden floors and leather handles!

Looking at the trains and buses through history made me grateful for the relatively smooth ride we enjoy today.  Much better than being pulled by a carriage or being driven by an operator who had tracks to guide his tram until they were removed… the day before. Hey, you have to evolve at some point, right?


“Ole Bill” the battle bus

This is one of the coolest buses on display -a “battle bus” (B43).  All across the city, London is remembering the 100 years since WWI broke out, and this bus is a part of that memorial.  It saw action on the Western Front, bringing troops and supplies to the front lines.  After the war, it returned to city streets.  The tube also played its part in both wars – people actually had tickets to tube station shelters in WWI and some installed benches that could be turned into triple bunk beds to more comfortably house people at night.

I hope that in the next 100 years, America will have figured out all these tricks for making public transport cool, accessible, and affordable so we can stop wasting energy and more efficiently get where we’re going.  All aboard?

Cambridge in the rain

On Saturday, my friend Michelle (who was visiting from Boston) and I headed out to Cambridge to meet up with Allison, a college pal who is now a British vet (her profession = as quirky as it sounds).  We took the early train from King’s Cross, which was already swarming with tourists, including a line dozens of people long waiting to run through the new and improved Platform 9 3/4.

By the time we got to Cambridge, any chance of a sunny day had faded away to gray.  The three of us trudged around town, getting progressively wet and only kinda sorta drying out between stops for tea, postcards, etc.  Luckily, we were in the same (sinking) boat as every other tourist. It also made the scene dramatically English, even the part where I came down with the chills like some Victorian heroine who gets caught in the rain while delivering a letter.

I still got to enjoy the cute shops and narrow streets, the view of punts on the River Cam (I was glad not to be in one – and not taking a boat ride saved me money…. right?), and the parks.  It was a sweet day of strolling among the cobblestones, even if we were soaking to the point where we went barefoot on the train so we could lay our shoes and socks on the heaters.

Back in London, we saw “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory: the musical” from the noseblood section of the Drury Lane theater.  It was a good try, but not nearly as charming as I had hoped, especially after the magical production of “Finding Neverland” I saw in Boston (twice in the last month).  Still, seeing a new musical with 90 minutes notice = winning.  And by the time Alli went home, we were finally (mostly) dry!


Streets of Cambridge

Punts on the river

Punts on the river

Enjoying the rain like the odd duck I am

Enjoying the rain like the odd duck I am