Mama'S Design & Boutique Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Business Services
- Wheelchair accessibility
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We decided after going back and forth a few times that it was best to not take the night train to Bled but instead to stay the night in Bratislava and leave for Bled in the morning. I'm so happy we chose to do this because Bratislava is a really cute city, especially old town. Chris booked us at a hotel in old town and it might as well have been the Ritz! We shopped around and walked a bit to get a lay of the land and then made our way to Uisce Beatha. We got ...
An early alarm call in budapest meant that I stumbled across some more TV/movie filming. This time a street near the station was being transformed into a French street from world war two, complete with old time cars, French street signs - rue d'indifference (to be read out loud) - and French advertisements. Given that actual France is not far from Hungary and many parts of it have not progressed since the 1940s ...
... a commanding hilltop setting overlooking the old city. We left the coach at this point and did a guided walking tour of the old part of the city. Our guide provided us a lot of historical information about the beautiful old buildings and their inhabitants. A coffee break and some free time to explore on our own and then it was time ...
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Today is, obviously, Tuesday…I know you're smart enough to read the date. I went to work today at 9:30 today all by myself. (Yeah, that means I walked the whole five-ish minutes by myself.) I got there and responded to some emails and Facebook messages. (Thank you, everyone, by the way for all the encouragement! I really need it!) Then ...
... was like being in a fairytale. The buildings were all different colours, and in varying states of preservation. I definitely felt like I was back in Eastern Europe – I don’t know what it was, but it even smelled like my former Eastern European homes. I walked to what I felt was the border of the Old Town and then turned around and wove back. I was almost alone on the street, and it was an absolutely magical feeling. I walked towards the ...