Tbilisi Sulphur Baths Our Experience by JetSettingFools.com

Tbilisi Sulphur Baths: Our Experience

Tbilisi, Georgia isn’t just a city you visit, it’s a city you experience. That means over-indulging in carb-loaded cuisine, accepting shots of homemade chacha (and trying not to wince as the potent liquor hits your stomach), tripping over broken sidewalks in the Old Town while wondering in amazement at the barely-standing buildings…and making a visit to the Tbilisi sulphur baths.

The ancient Abanotubani District sits below the imposing fortress; the brick, domed rooftops of the baths bubbling up like the water itself. The district is the most historic part of the city, as according to legend, it was the sulphur springs that enticed King Vakhtang Georgasali to settle the land and declare it the new capital city in the 5th century AD. At the height of popularity, there were more than 60 bathhouses in Tbilisi where people could get squeaky clean or stay for a soak, letting the curing Sulphur water ease their ailments. Fast-forward to today: there are five surviving bathhouses in the Abanotubani District where locals and travelers can experience a sulphur bath. read more

Lake Ohrid, Macedonia: A Unique Day of Sightseeing

The autumn sun was already setting over the lake as we made our way down the narrow, one-lane cobblestone street to our apartment; the soft light cast a warm glow over the town. The paper-wrapped, grilled fish that I carried in my hand was growing lukewarm, but I wasn’t all that fussed. Slightly buzzed from the potent combination of Turkish coffee and homemade rakia, I was feeling rather bemused by the random events of the day. It was not how we had anticipated spending our last day at Lake Ohrid, Macedonia – but it turned out to be exponentially better than we could have ever planned. read more

Puntarenitas boating in Zancudo, Costa Rica JetSetting Fools

Boating in Zancudo, Costa Rica

I waded a few steps into the water, cooling the soles of my feet from the already hot sand, then hopped onto the side of the boat and swung my legs in, careful to keep my balance without spilling my Bloody Mary. It wasn’t quite noon and a little later than we had planned on leaving; but no one watches the clock in Zancudo. Tides are more important than time – and the tide was low, which was precisely why we were not boarding the boat at the dock. When all eight of us were on board, we set off for the day’s adventure of boating in Zancudo, Costa Rica: zipping across the bay, lunch on “Lobster Island” and a leisurely ride back to Zancudo through The Trocha. read more

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Getting to Zancudo, Costa Rica

It was during our housesit in the Netherlands that we made Zancudo, Costa Rica our next destination. We made the decision before we considered how we would get there…before we learned just how off-the-beaten-path Zancudo, Costa Rica is. Thankfully, we had some guidance on getting to Zancudo, but our trip wasn’t without a few gasps and flubs.

From the Netherlands, we traveled from Amsterdam to Iceland (and enjoyed a chilly stopover). We continued on from Iceland to Dulles International Airport outside Washington D.C. (where a friend housed and entertained us for a couple of days). We left D.C. from Reagan International and flew to Miami for a quick overnight. The following day, we boarded a plane to San Jose, Costa Rica. That was the easy part. read more

Seeing the Northern Lights in Iceland Our Experience JetSetting Fools

Seeing the Northern Lights in Iceland: Our experience

It was our 4th and final day in Reykjavik, Iceland and we hadn’t seen the Northern Lights. On our first three nights, the excursions in search of the green glow in the sky had been cancelled due to cloud cover. The notifications via text arrived each day by mid-afternoon. Getting a glimpse of the Aurora Borealis was at the top of our list when we planned our trip. But, on our last day, we were coming to terms with the fact that we might miss seeing the Northern Lights in Iceland.

In the late afternoon we began making alternate plans for our last night in town. The day had been mostly cloudy and the fierce winds were brutally cold. My optimistic outlook and high hopes that skies would clear were waning. However, as the hours passed and darkness came, we had yet to receive a cancellation notice. Still doubtful, it wasn’t until an hour before the 9:00pm departure that we finally realized the chase for the lights was on. read more

Our interconnected world meeting friends at Angkor Wat sunrise

Our Interconnected World: Travel Stories

In the past 20 months, we’ve experienced the world simultaneously getting bigger and smaller. The more we see of the world, the more we realize there is more that we want to see. Countries that we never considered visiting and cities we hadn’t heard of before keep making their way onto our growing – not dwindling – list of places we want to go.

At the same time, we feel like the size of the world is shrinking. Humans have more commonalities than differences. Fellow travel bloggers from Love and Road summed it up great in this article. But, it isn’t only the similarities in human nature that are making our world feel smaller. It’s the friendships we’ve made all around the globe that shape our interconnected world. read more

Housesitting for the holidays: Stories from around the world

Housesitting for the holidays: Stories from around the world

Housesitting for the holidays is a new concept for us. From the moment we agreed to housesit near Nijmegen, Netherlands from mid-November to the end of January, we began pondering how we would celebrate (American) Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s. What are the local traditions? Will we get a tree and decorations? Will there be Christmas markets? Do the Dutch celebrate with a feast? What is on the menu?

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Abandoned Olympic bobsled track in Sarajevo

Abandoned Olympic bobsled track in Sarajevo

As we watched the third taxi drive away leaving us still standing on the curb, we started to wonder if an adventure to the abandoned Olympic bobsled track on the hillside of Trebevic Mountain was going to happen. The first driver said he didn’t know where it was. The second simply said no. The third told us he hasn’t gone there since the war. When we had read about visiting the remains of the 1984 Sarajevo Olympic bobsled track no one mentioned any difficulty in catching a cab.

Actually, the details about visiting the track were fairly vague. There are tour buses that make the trip, but none stay long enough to explore. Some people hike it, but most get lost and find it takes much longer and is much more strenuous than they anticipated. No sections of the track are labeled on Google Maps. read more

Punta del Diablo Uruguay JetSetting Fools

Punta del Diablo: A place to de-stress and decompress

It’s a rainy morning in the quiet coastal town of Punta del Diablo, Uruguay…and I couldn’t be happier. The original intent of this journey was to find a way to relax. To breathe. I’ve always been wound pretty tight, but in the past few years to the point of nearly snapping. I needed lists for my lists – I literally had to put ‘eat lunch’ on the list otherwise I would get too busy and forget to eat. I didn’t want to live like that anymore.

Enter Punta del Diablo.

Already a fairly small town made up of dirt roads with no street signs, it’s officially off-season and the town is nearly shut down. Restaurants, bars, hotels and hostels are all shuttered for the coming winter. The few places that remain open seldom have customers and those customers are surely locals. It’s almost as if we are in a time warp – everything but the ocean waves have ceased movement. This forced relaxation is exactly what I wanted needed to start our journey. read more

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Mosquito attack: Giving blood in South America

I’m not willingly giving my blood – it is being taken from me by the evil, blood-sucking mosquitos. Since we arrived in South America, I have endured quite the mosquito attack. Nipping at my ankles and legs is one thing, but this morning I woke up with 32 – yes, thirty-two – mosquito bites ON. MY. FACE.

To toss in the bonus prize, I’m one of those people who have severe allergic reactions to mosquitos, so with my entire face covered in blotchy red, nickel-sized welts and one eye nearly swollen shut, I’m looking something like Sloth from The Goonies. I’ll spare you a picture. read more