If you haven't figured out: this is about going to Europe. I have nothing against taking the kids to Disney, it's just not my thing. Believe it or not, your kids can love a trip to France as much as one to Universal Studios.
Let's get this out of the way: France is the King of European travel destinations. Everyone goes there, including the French themselves. Seriously, how often do you see French tourists in America? For better or for worse, Germans get around. But the French stay home.
And why not -- France packs about as much geographical diversity as the continental US into a space the size of Texas. Palm trees on the Cote d'Azur, high alpine glaciers, rich central farmland, wet northern plains, lush river valleys, rocky Atlantic coast -- there's a part of France for nearly every taste.
That implies, though, that there are parts of France that are not for everyone's taste, and this is especially true for kids.
France's family charms begin, and quite nearly end, with Paris. Paris hits all the marks on my list. If I were grading:
Kids Literature/Movies, A. Basic suggestions: Babar, Madeline, Eloise, The Family Under the Bridge, Hunchback of Notre Dame. Ratatouille, of course.
Kid Sights, A. Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, Arc de Triomphe, Centre Pompidou (I wouldn't brave the Lourve with a kid, and there's absolutely no point in showing them the Mona Lisa). All big, iconic sights, guaranteed to impress. I left Eurodisney off of this list, but hey -- feel free.
Kid Activities, A-. Bateau Mouche (cruise the Seine). Stop at Berthillon. Stroll the Tuileries.
Food, A. Yes, you can get bad meals in Paris, there are plenty of tourist traps. But there are just as many reliable bistros that serve up a good croque monsieur. And you can just as easily get a tasty nutella crepe from a streetside vendor. Just be prepared, once you come back to the US, you'll wonder where all the flavor went.
Timing, A. Paris is a great destination in any month except August (servers take that month off for their own vacation -- everything shuts down).
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Downsides -- not many. It's expensive, of course, but bargains can be found -- there are plenty of apartments for rent, for example, if you're staying a week. And if you win the Georgia lottery, go ahead and splurge on the George V.
The real downside from my point of view is all the things you'll want to do, but can't, since you've got the kids. Late night romantic dinner? The Louvre, or the d'Orsay? Sorry, not this trip. I mitigate this by the fact that Paris is such a common destination -- a gateway -- that even if you don't do/see these things this time around, you'll get to them again later. Whereas you may not make it back to Syndey, so you better see the Opera House.
So there -- it's just hard to beat Paris. Go ahead and google "Paris for Kids" and you;ll see.You can spend a week there with your kids and have a great time, and still save stuff for your next trip. But, if you start to venture further afield, then you may run into trouble. My Family Travel take on the other popular regions:
Flanders/Champagne: C. Pretty country, but let's face it, Champagne is for adults. WWI sights are iffy for littler kids. Wait until they're 21.
Normandy: B+. The American cemetery will impress anyone. Possibly the Bayeaux Tapestry, too, it's a good story. The landing beaches will work on older teens, maybe, especially if you sell it. A few nice castles and ruins, and Mont St. Michel as a capper. The tale of Joan of Arc in Rouen.
Provence: B+. Is the Pope Catholic? If you answered “maybe”, then Avignon and Provence could be for you. I personally am fascinated by the schism (and particularly Pope Clemet VI’s strategy for surviving the plague). I’m just not sure it’s all that kid-friendly. Provence, to which Avignon is the gateway, is a feast for the senses above all else. Perhaps your kids are refined enough for that, or you want to introduce them to such refinement ("Robert, this here is velvet not velveteen. A gentleman must know the difference.") It’s a high-risk, high-reward proposition.
Brittany: B-. You say your child has the soul of a poet? Then craggy, windswept Brittany is for you. Personally, I’d wait until they’ve had their heart broken and need to mope in the romantic solitude of it all.
Cote d’Azur: C. Kids love the Riviera, but the French coast’s pleasures are decidedly adult. Italy does better for this.
Gascony: C. Again, more beaches, plus wineries that you really can’t enjoy. Save for later.
There’s my skinny on France. Paris works for everyone; where you go from there depends on what kind of kids you have.
England! Because who needs good food?
That’s unfair, a totally lame cheap shot. I love England. The food can be good, I’m told – and I'll eat the heck out of a fish and chip. And drink plenty of local ale.
As a travel destination for kids, it has many charms. I’ll admit, I’m on shakier ground when I discuss it, having been there only once (whereas I’ve been to France several times). But ignorance of the finer details has never stopped me from making summary judgments in the past, and it won’t stop me here.
England has some of the similar features of France, in so far that travel to its capital city (London, btw) is an excellent choice for children. I know this from specific experience, since I was taken there as a boy – 7 or 8 at the time – and I still remember a few bits of our stay (3 days). And that was before they added stuff like The Eye. There are enough iconic experiences to keep any kid entertained and interested; I vividly remember Buckingham Palace (though it’s a bit of a let-down for a kid, I think, it looks a lot like a fancy admin building). I remember that I fed the ducks in the park. I remember double decker busses. And I remember how odd it was that the English put milk in their tea.
The point is, the trip will be memorable to your kids, and not just for the big stuff, like Big Ben and the Tower. They’re bound to pick up on the little differences between us and them, whereas the differences between us and, say, Italians could be a bit overwhelming.
On top of that, London is an hour closer than most other Euro destination – hey, 7 hours in a plane is probably better than 8 (though not necessarily, I’ll have more on that in a later post, too). And being able to speak English with anyone and not get the Parisian stink-eye is often helpful. If I’m grading London as a family destination, I go A. Books and movies are too many to list (Mary Poppins, Peter Pan, Sherlock Holmes), though I’ll always have a soft spot for Paddington. Play some Beatles for your youngsters – Yellow Submarine, especially.
Though surely you want to go further afield than London? England has a lot to explore (I’ll cover Scotland in a later post). That’s where I think you run into the same problem as with France. England is loaded with countryside and charm, which is wonderful for adults. I certainly would go to Highclere Castle, yet I think my kids would only have a mild interest. This I know from our family trip to the Biltmore; the petting zoo and ice cream were the main attractions for them.
The added trouble, for me, is the driving. I’m pretty comfortable with twisty Italian roads or the roaring Autobahn, however the whole left-hand side driving thing...I’m not really sure how my reflexes and driving instinct would react in case of a sudden danger. Instead of swerving left, to the roadside, I could swerve right, into oncoming traffic. It’s enough to give some pause. But only some. You're ready to go, so:
Kent/Sussex, A. Easily reachable as day trips from London, if you must, it's chock full of great places. Start in Canterbury (having read this with your kids) and work west: cliffs of Dover, and Hastings for a real history lesson. Peter Jackson set Hobbiton in New Zealand, but I suspect a better location for the Shire would have been South Downs. Make time for the quaint, half-timbered houses of Rye, and then to Brighton for ice cream and a carnival atmosphere. On to Portsmouth for and the great old ships. That’s as good a week as you can have.
Cornwall, B-. I'm fascinated by the Celtic stone circles; in the end...they're stone circles. Tintagel, for all it's ghostly glory, is still just a ruin unless you have the Arthurian context. And my kids aren't quite old enough to watch Excalibur.
Bath, B-. Do you think you can explain "Georgian architecture" to your kids? Me neither. Salisbury and Stonehenge are in the area; you can't even get up to Stonehenge anymore, so what's the point? I'd find the whole thing depressing.
Oxford, the Cotwolds, Stratford, B. Punting on the river? I'm in! With some luck, your kids may fallin love with Oxford so much that they make it a mission to study there. If they fall short, they can still go to Chicago. The Cotswolds is a little too scenic and cute for kids, if you ask me, and Stratford...well, there's not a really good Shakespeare for Kids out there, so you're taking your chances. All this seems pretty grown-up to me.
Midlands, C+. I'm talking about Liverpool, Manchester, and Birmingham. I think it's probably like vacationing in Pittsburgh – nothing wrong with that, you may love it. But if you're going to England, there are better places. Blackpool boosts this destination by a whole letter grade, for kids. Probably not my first choice, either.
Lake District, A. Prettiest spot in England. So pretty any kid will have to like it, in some fashion. Secret weapon? Start throwing Wordsworth at the little dears. Or Beatrix Potter. I long to see Hadrian's Wall, but it's not like it's an actual wall – it's a long grassy hill. Kids won't care, unless you really sell how fierce the Scots were.
Yorkshire, B. You're getting some serious castles, abbeys, manors, and ruins here. And a dose of Viking history. Not as scenic as the Lake District, though, depending on taste. Maybe you'll love the Moors. I think it's too subtle for a lot of kids.
I prefer France, indeed, but in a perfect world, I wouldn't have to make a choice. I'm saving England for when my boys turn 12.
As has been noted, when Germans go on tour…you'd better lookout. If you go to Italy or Spain, you’re bound to run into marauding Teutonic hoards. Don’t fight it: they have more money than you, and their complaints will be heard. They’re not a squeaky wheel, they're the blaring siren.
This isn’t a terrible thing: Germans know and demand quality, and efforts to lure them have forced more than one hotel to update dilapidated rooms. Regrettably, Germans love plain white walls, which robs some locations of local charm. But clean and white is better than filthy.
Beyond the hotels, you’d be hard pressed to claim that German influence improves the quality of local food, outside of what – adding beer and sausages? Now, don’t get too smug. The American reputation for food abroad is hardly better, indeed mostly worse. If you want proof, go ahead and order a Pizza Americano in Italy. The result is pure humiliation, especially once you realize it’s not far off base.
Anyway, wherever you go, the Germans will be waiting for you. A tour bus from Teuteberg or charter flight from Chemnitz have booked your favorite restaurant. Fritz from Frankfurt and Hanna from Hamburg just took the last lounge chairs by the pool. You can’t win.
Best you can do, really, is take the fight to them. Sun Tzu says, if you’re weaker than your opponents, invade! And in this case, you are weaker – you can’t outspend a German on holiday. (Fine, that may have changed now that the Euro is at $1.20, but you certainly couldn’t when it was $1.40).
Germany has never been a popular place to visit, even when they’re not pointing 88’s at you. Survey’s regularly place them outside of the top 10 for Euro destinations; even asylum seekers from desert climates prefer to move to the frozen north, if given the chance. There are known cases of Iraqi refugees returning home because they couldn’t put up with yet another currywurst. That’s fair enough. Germany’s reputation as being orderly and efficient, clean to the point of sterility, mostly humorless, and generally dull have some merit. Their humor actually tends towards the scatological, oddly enough, and you won’t be going there to party in some crazy rave, that train left for Moscow a decade ago.
But you’re going with your family! And clean & orderly isn’t so bad when you have two or three bewildered kids in tow. Your kids will appreciate the simple sausage and cutlet fare, too, and take my word for it, German soft-serve ice cream will be a huge hit with them, as will the cakes and pastries that festoon the landscape: getting fresh rolls from the local bakery every morning is still de rigueur for much of the population. Kinder brand chocolate can’t match the Belgians for sophistication, or the Swiss for depth, but you’ll find yourself stealing large portions of whatever Kinder bar you purchase from your kids.
As for sights – what, do you really want to compare with the high points of the Renaissance that you’ll find in Florence? The splendor of Louis XIV’s court? The grandeur of ruins of Rome? Oddly enough, you can find some of all of that in Germany, to varying degrees – yes, including some excellent Roman ruins. But most of what you’ll find is just a notch below the original: Cologne Cathedral is spectacular, but doesn’t quite stack up to Reims. Burg Eltz is a fairy tale castle, but no match for Carcassone. German Rieslings are delicious, but I’ll take a glass of quality frogwater any day. You get the picture.
So why bother, if you’re not getting the best of why we go to Europe? The best art, food, architecture, scenery? Germany’s case is that, while they may not have the best entry in any individual category, their entry is usually a credible second or third place, and they compete in all categories. Let’s go with food. France is the undeniable king, and I consider Italy to be second. Third place, Germany? You may laugh, but the little town of Baiersbronn in the Black Forest has more aggregate Guide Michelin stars than all of London.
How about cute towns? Hilltop Tuscany usually wins here, but Rothenburg and Dinkelsbuhl are as picturesque as they come. Germans love to put flowers everywhere, which you won’t usually get in the corresponding French versions.
You can get specialized, too: If archaeology is your bag, then the British Museum is stop number one. Stop number two? Berlin’s Pergamon Museum.
There’s simply no other country in Europe that offers the breadth of quality sights and interests as Germany. There’s something for everyone on your travel list, and when you travel with 4-6 people, this becomes important: everyone has to have a stake. Wrap that up with OCD level cleanliness, clear and efficient transportation, high level of personal security, and you have a travel destination that, pound for pound, stands up to any other.
Now, when most people think of travel to Germany, they think beer halls and oom-pah-pah bands: Oktoberfest fare. Germans will bristle at this: what we think of as typically German is specifically Bavarian. The correlative would be of a German assuming a New Yorker carries a revolver and a ten gallon hat. Your typical Northern German doesn’t think he’s much like his Bavarian counterpart: if you can believe it, Bavarians are considered to be “impulsive”. As an outsider, we may not see much of a difference, but they do.
Still, if you’re going to Germany, Bavaria is a great place to start. You can take your kids to the Hofbrauhaus in Munich, if that’s what you want, but don’t be that guy/gal. There’s plenty to do elsewhere.
And in my opinion, elsewhere is outside of Munich. Venture south and you bump right into the Bavarian Alps. Remember when I said Germany had the second or third best of everything? This falls smack dab into that category. These aren’t the Swiss Alps, or even Austrian, but they’re delightful, none-the-less. The southwestern corner of Bavaria is home to Castle Neuschwanstein, which is decidedly not a second or third place finisher: it is the best castle in Europe (Carcassone really falls into the category of walled city). Yes, there are long lines, and you’re in for a good deal of walking, but it’s the arch-type for magical castles. The lovely little town of Fuessen serves as a good base for exploring this region, which is dotted with sparkling mountain lakes and joyous local kids frolicking in their lederhosen or dirndls.
Move due east, and the mountains begin to dominate. You’re in true Catholic Alpine country now, and from the former Olympic village of Garmish-Partenkirchen you’re only a bobsled ride away from the Zugspitze, Germany’s tallest mountain (it sits right on the Germany-Austria border, the way Mont Blanc straddles France and Italy). More snow-covered peaks and bovine-infested valleys await.
Keep moving West, and you will eventually run out of Germany. But not before you can duck down into that wee little corner where you’ll find Berchtesgaden. Yes, the town will never quite be able to erase its stink as being the Nazi’s playground, but you can’t blame the surrounding nature for being so darn attractive. And once you’re all sceneried-out, pop over the border and visit Salzburg: Music City, Austria.
If you’ve gone that far, you’ll have to back-track a bit. Things really don’t get amusing again until you’ve reached the north of Bavaria, and the Imperial cities. In particular: Regensburg, which is also a good spot to hop on a short boat tour along the Danube to this place. Then on to Nurnberg, which has its delightful medieval town center and castle (completely and painstakingly rebuild after WWII). Finally, Bamberg, which tosses its hat into the ring for the “prettiest town in Germany” title (it was the largest city to escape allied bombing). You decide, but I don’t gainsay them on this.
From there, head west to Wurzburg, and the baroque Residenz; north to Coburg, an unspoiled gem; east to Bayreuth, and see if you can snag a ticket to a Wagner opera.
This itinerary has a bit of a cuteness overload factor – the kids will go for it only so much. Once you get past the Bavarian Alps, it’s one half-timber town center after another, one more baroque church to be viewed. You can capitulate by giving your kiddies a day in the Playmobil Funpark outside Nurnberg (admit it, you’re curious), or take the opposite tack and tour Dachau. I don’t think my kids are ready for the latter, and I’m not spending a precious vacation day at the former. I prefer to cut back on Bavaria and see other sights.
If England and France are so wonderful, then why do I keep going back to Italy? La Dolce Vita, of course. Italy is lush and lovely and has 2500 years of culture to permeating the ground. It has my favorite style of food (I’m a pasta lover), and has Gelato all over the place. If some genie offered me the following deal: you get an annual trip to Italy, for free, every year, but it’s the only place in Europe you can go – well, I’d have a hard time passing that up.
Italy is a great destination during the Spring Break period. March in Northern Europe is a dreary affair – 45 and drizzly, with nothing in bloom. By contrast, Italy is shaking off the winter and, though the trees will still be bare in the north, you can at the least expect comfortable temperatures for walking. South of Rome the climate is nearly tropical by then. So for those of us constrained to travel by the school calendar, Italy makes an ideal Spring Break destination. A major advantage there is cost, which I’ll cover later: Spring flights and lodging are generally cheaper than summer.
Unlike England or France, though, I consider the capital, Rome, to be the lesser of Italy’s great family destinations. B+, in my book. It has the iconic locations – the Colosseum & St. Peters, to start. The Pantheon to a lesser degree (its size is impressive by itself, but more because of how intact it is, for its age). Rome has gelato, and lots of it. It has plenty of street pizza. And a Mascarpone Pie at Pizza Est Est Est that was delicious.
It also has ruins, and lots of them. I love ruins. Some ruins are tangibly evocative and compelling, I especially think of Jumièges Abbey in Normandy. Many of the Roman ruins, though, require a good deal of knowledge and even more imagination. I think of the Forum, mostly: outlines of buildings in the ground, and the patch of stone where Caesar may or may not have been stabbed. Many kids wouldn’t easily be able to conjure it all up, though you can show them Ben Hur and see what happens (I’m not screening Gladiator for my boys for a few more years).
And that’s the point – I take Rome as an adult destination. Just look at the iconic movies set there: La Dolce Vita, The Bicycle Thief, Roman Holiday. You have to know something about life to really enjoy Rome. My recommendation: wait until your kids are in college, and invite them for a cocktail at the Hassler. Then send them off on their own way – backpacks and hostels -- while you and yours contemplate the Spanish Steps.
For the rest of the tour, I’ll start South. I think Sicily, C+, is a tough sell; poorer tourist amenities and a lack of “wow” destinations keep it off my list. There are better places for beaches.
Naples, B-, fares only a little better. Yes, it’s the birthplace of pizza, and the harbor is supposed to be spectacular, but I’m not dragging my kids up a volcano. And I’m still freaked out, at 44, by the plaster cast people in Pompeii, I don’t think my kids need that.
Apuglia, B+. The heel of the boot. Less traveled, but from what I’ve read, folks rave about this area. It’ll have nice beaches, secluded coves, and pretty towns. A refined and relaxed trip, the road less traveled. I could be talked into an A- here.
Amalfi, A-. The glamorous shin of the boot. Colorful settlements clinging precariously to the side of a coastal cliff. You really can’t go wrong here, unless you have a tighter budget or are there in the high season (beach space gets crowded). There, towns and beaches are the sights: and Rome is close enough if you want to split the trip. If your kid is fidgety, they may need the diversion after a few days.
Sardinia, C+. No.
Tuscany, A. I speak from experience here. Our kids loved it, and us adults had plenty to do, too. Some of it touristy – note that the age limit for going up the Leaning Tower of Pisa is 8, but it’s worth it. Kids will respond to the art of Florence, just don’t overload them. We plopped ours in front of the Birth of Venus and had then contemplate the details. They also remember well the Laocoon in the Uffizi – why not, it’s a guy being eaten by snakes. And, the David (be prepared, though, for sniggers about his butt). We managed hill-top towns and secondary cities like Lucca – rent bikes and circle the city walls. You can even make it as far as Umbria, too. Only the Duomo failed to impress, but we didn’t make it up to the top. And do yourself a favor, stay with Bill and John.
Northern Italy, B. Milan, Bologna, Verano, Modena…I’ve had fine times in all of those places. Design, food, opera, sports cars (in that order): if your kids are into those, give it a try. Milan is a very convenient airport for US flights, so feel free to give it a couple of days. And it has the Last Supper painting (by appointment only). Still, Tuscany is so, close by, why wouldn’t you go there instead?
Venice, A. When I was a kid, I’d sometimes look out my window and imagine that the blacktop street was really all water. I imagined diving out of my second story window; taking a boat to the park. And that’s Venice. It’s not for everyone, and after a couple of days it does actually become a bit of a hassle. And the food is sub-par. But the first two days are like nothing else, young and old alike. The best 110 Euros I ever spend was the water taxi ride down the Grand Canal. Stop here if you at all can.
Italian Alps, B. They shot the Stallone movie Cliffhanger in the Dolomites because those mountains are famously tall and steep. It’s a sight to see, no doubt, and the Germanic feel of Tyrolia is charming. It belongs more in the tour of Austria, the region is not very accessible from the south. The lakes Como and Maggiore have more spectacular scenery, but its slower pace calls for an empty nest trip.
Piedmont/Ligura, A-. Go see the Cinque Terre before they start restricting visitors. Make sure your kids are in hiking shape, though. The rest of the Ligurian coast is indeed more adult than not, though seaside gelato soothes any whiney tot. Columbus has fallen out of fashion, but I still celebrate him, and Genoa is the place to do it.
Whenever I start thinking of a European trip, Italy is always on the table. Always.
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4.) You’ve seen the Quiet Man, and tiddled your last wink.
3.) You want to laugh at the people who are foolish enough to kiss the Blarney Stone, knowing full well what the locals do to it when the tourists have left.
2.) You have ancestors who clawed their way out of that damp and miserable little island to make something of themselves, and you think going back to that damp and miserable little island is what they’d want you to do.
1.) You have a limited budget, but want to go to Europe, so you appreciate that flights to Ireland are especially cheap – less than $500 R/T from NYC, for example.
You know that Ireland drastically overbuilt during the housing bubble, and so have some wonderful hotels and resorts that are desperate for customers, and are willing to discount.
You’re aware that Ireland’s labor laws are less strict than other western European countries, though certainly not so loose as to make you feel guilty about paying less.
You appreciate the charm and sophistication of Dublin, with fine dining and credible theater.
You want to drive the Kerry Ring, and see crystal-clear lakes, lush green fields, fluffy sheep, and picturesque villages like Kells and Killorgin.
You think your kids would get a chuckle about going to visit Sneem.
You know they’ll get a kick out of the many castles that dot the landscape, as well as the stone circles and formations left by the mysterious Celtic druids.
You’re interested in seeing northern Ireland now that it’s peaceful, you want to get there while it’s still relatively undisturbed, from a tourist perspective.
You’ve seen Giant’s Causeway on the cover of a Led Zepplin album, and want to go there in person.
You’re a big Game of Thrones fan, and want to see Westros for real.
You like comfort food and drink, fun music, friendly people, cool weather, amazing scenery, cute as heck towns, even more friendly people, all at an affordable price.
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I had some colleagues from Spain come to visit us the other day, and over lunch I asked them about travel. I wondered aloud if Madrid was as kid-friendly a destination as Barcelona was; their reply was that they’d heard this same thought several times before. Their take was that Barcelona must have better marketing in the US, because they thought Madrid was an excellent choice for a family destination.
Perhaps. Marketing certainly comes into play. For those of my generation, our first exposure to Barcelona probably came with the 1992 Olympics, far and away the best games ever held. Communism was defeated, and we didn’t have to worry about nuclear war or boycotts. All teams were at full strength, but everyone was friendly. Barcelona was colorful, sunny and warm, in contrast to Seoul’s concrete and neon. And the young, fit, and trim athletes basically spent two hedonistic weeks on the beach, occasionally pausing their carnal activities to run a race or something. It was the Olympics that featured The Dream Team and, specifically, Charles Barkley, quote machine, absolutely owning Las Ramblas .
Barcelona still retains its title as the best destination for college kids looking to spend an exotic yet familiar semester abroad, or a boozy summer busking for Euros on the corner and partying well into the morning. But I can say first-hand that Barcelona is also a terrific destination for a family. As mentioned in my quick-hitter on cathedrals, Sagrada Familia is a phenomenal sight, and who knows, it could even be finished sometime this century. Park Gruell is a charming spot for kids to play. The Joan Miro museum, overlooking the city, is bound to spark interest in any child, with its funky and colorful images and sculptures. The Gothic Quarter is mysterious and medieval, and don’t skip the Food Market (Mercado Central) on Las Ramblas, with all kinds of unusual meats – organs, mostly -- and seafood.
The Barcelona food is fairly touristy (you can't avoid the "Barcelona Bomba"), but that can be fun for kids. Meal timing represents a problem, assuming you don’t want to keep your kids up past 9:00, but then again, you can make a virtue of it, especially if you have jet-lag. Shift bed-time to 11:00pm, 4:00 CST, and you’ll have less of an adjustment going to and coming back.
And, if all else fails, spend time on the beach. Seems like a waste to me, frankly, I find US beaches to be as good as they come.
Barcelona generally has good connections to the US – there’s a direct from ATL – and if you’re lucky, you may get a cheap fare. I call it an easy A.
Where does that leave Madrid? For all of Barcelona’s obvious charms, it has a tourist quality that it can’t easily shake. It’s also more cosmopolitan, naturally, as a sea port. Madrid is more authentically Spanish (whatever that may be: perhaps I should say “more authentically Castillan,” which is what we associate with Spain). The Prado is one of the top five museums in Europe, and Madrid has plenty of green space to play in.
It also strikes me as more mature. Barcelona is whimsical, while Madrid is serious. Barcelona can be enjoyed in a weekend; Madrid takes a month to unfold. If you’re going to Madrid, you’d best know someone there: you’ll need a key to open this city up. Once done, I’d say it’s delightful, but subtle. Save it for later. With kids, it’s: B.
Madrid’s kid v. adult issues extend to the rest of the Iberian peninsula – I include Portugal in on this, which is highly unfair, but what are they gonna do? They stopped being a naval power 400 year ago.
The major remaining Spanish sites lie in the South, and consist of the remains of the Moorish rule – Al Hambra and Cordoba, in particular, along with Seville. The architecture here is colorful and exotic, and represents the high point of an advanced civilization. You’ll do well here with your kids; they’ll appreciate just how different this is. I would not take them to a bullfight, but you could. A bit further south and you reach Gibraltar. Read the tales of Ulysses, Scylla and Charybdis, before getting there: each was supposed to be perils on either side of the rock. A-.
I shouldn’t skip Valencia, and you shouldn’t either: in some ways I’d say it’s better than Barcelona, certainly less touristy. It has beaches, gardens, medieval buildings and roman ruins and all that, and also the way cool City of Arts and Sciences. As a jaded taxpayer, you may view these buildings as government spending run amok, and the architecture will probably look as dated in 15 years as Brasilia looks now, but your kids will see it as Tomorrowland. A.
Go north to Bilbao if you want better food. It has the landmark Guggenheim Museum – not quite my bag, architecturally, but a sight to see none the less, and I certainly understand its importance. I rank this with Madrid: grown-up pleasures. B.
Portugal. We tend to forget them, hanging out at the boot end of Europe, but they lay claim to having shaped world history in a way few others have. For better or for worse (I call in the “better” camp, but that’s easy for me to say).
Like every “little brother”, Portugal has had to be tough and scrappy to assert its independence. In this case, big brother is Spain – Castillan, mostly – who managed to assert peninsular control over the Basques and Catalans, but not the Portuguese. You’ll see that in the architecture – plenty of castles like Pombal, Tomar, Belver and Almourol. Many of those are inland, though, and you’ll really want to be by the sea. Portugal has stunning scenery – steep cliffs falling to sandy beaches, colorful fishing towns, luxurious manors. A week in Portugal will cover the main cities of Lisbon and Porto, both worth seeing, along with side trips to places like Sintra and Evora. You can drag your kids to a vineyard or two, if you’d like. And since the water faces west, you’ll get spectacular sunsets just about anywhere. In some ways, Portugal is too romantic to be wasted on a family trip; save it for your 25 anniversary. But don’t let that stop you no, you can always go back. A-.
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