
European Vacation 2024 Roll Call – All present and accounted for!
Carter and I were brainstorming ideas for my 57th birthday. We love to travel, and had been on a trip with Jim and Mitch Morgan to Dublin for the boys’ birthdays. I like the band Air, and they were playing in Copenhagen and later in Saint-Malo, France, two weeks apart. I suggested we see the band in both places and plan a trip around these endpoints to connect the dots. Our good friend Paul Ellington would be in Copenhagen along with the resident Viking, Sebastian. Unkle Sean agreed to join on the Denmark leg as he had nearby business. We like cars, so I suggested renting BMW’s in Stuttgart for all the driving, as Stuttgart is home to both the Porsche and Mercedes museums. I also noticed that the famous NΓΌrburgring racetrack was nearby. What about a few laps around the track? Rhone is a Luxemburger, so that was definitely a required stop. We like Champagne – Reims it is. In 1990, I visited the Brittany and Normandy towns of Saint-Malo, a famous walled city, and the iconic Mont Saint-Michel. I said to Carter, ‘You must see these.’ Paris seemed like a decent departure point. The route was set, and soon the planning of the itinerary commenced. National Lampoon’s European Vacation was set!
First stop – Copenhagen


I love the Nyhaven area for its colorful, picturesque buildings, touristy cafes, and hip vibe. It never gets boring and is such an eminently iconic area in Copenhagen.




Denmark is known for its Danish design. I have loved Danish design since I was a teenager, and it’s always a joy to walk around the numerous furniture studios, searching for the next must-have piece.











We made our obligatory pilgrimage to Restaurant Schonnemann.









Watch Buying
Watch buying is a tradition on the Hadland vacations. I famously tell my sons and their friends, I buy, I do not shop, period. I like watches. Besides fine dining, I travel to buy watches, Moncler jackets I don’t really need, but really want, and take many photos of interesting things to me.
I initially visited the Omega store, one of my favorite brands. Carter told Mitch ‘Do not let my Dad go watch shopping’. Mitch is great at following instructions. Soon, I was sharing the art of buying. Walk into the store, request some Champagne, and let the sellers entice the buyers.









Now, as fate would have it, Swatch was dropping a scarce watch, the Omega/Swatch Super Blue Moon. Sold for only about 22 days, and available only in Omega boutiques, I spent two days waiting until after closing to secure the rare timepiece. Sebastian was good enough to accompany me on both outings. Each time, the person ahead of us, after queuing, would post-closing secure their treasure, and when it was our turn, there would be no booty left. I was less than pleased. After explaining my plight to the lovely people at the Omega boutique, I was informed by my salesperson that she had called the European manager of Swatch and pulled some strings on my behalf. On our next Swatch store queue outing, we finally secured our treasure! I guess it helped that I purchased a nice Omega for my birthday.








Next some city touring was in order.














Noma
We had the good fortune to score a last-minute lunch reservation at the three-Michelin-starred restaurant Noma.
The Three-Hour Tour
Unkle Sean is great for trips. He plans culturally interesting itineraries and always has innovative ideas for excursions. He suggested a picturesque boat tour around the waterways of Copenhagen. I agreed once again that this was a brilliant idea. We had to take two boats due to timing. As we watched from afar, it appeared that Sean was tardy for the launch. We saw him running across the dock to the boat. I had never seen Sean run before. Realize we have been friends for 25 years, and not in a single instance have I ever seen him run. I grabbed Carter and told him to watch as history was in the making.


































Dinner would be at Goldfinch, a lovely Chinese Restaurant located on the Kongens Nytorv Square across from the famous D’Angleterre Hotel.





Rhone went missing under mysterious circumstances at dinner. He arrived that day and let his phone die, so I was unable to track him. A bit worried about a child (6’4″ 230 lbs) missing, I sent the boys on a recon mission to find him. Carter issued a BOLO to the police and anxiously searched and awaited any news of a Rhone sighting.


Sean and I were distraught and did the only reasonable thing one would do in this situation. We returned to Balthazar, a nearby Champagne bar, and did the only civilized thing to do in this predicament – we ordered a bottle of bubbly and some caviar as we pondered our next move in this terribly disquieting situation.

After profound enlightenment and long contemplation, and after concluding the bottle, I suggested we return to the scene of the crime and search for Rhone in the park. He was soon found, largely unscathed, within 5 minutes. Old age and treachery will always win over youth and skill.

Stuttgart


We caught an early flight to Stuttgart, our next stop, the cathedral of precision for German car engineering (Carter would add in Munich for the storied Bavarian manufacturer – BMW – Bavarian Motor Works). Stuttgart is less a city and more a pilgrimage route for four-wheeled German-engineered machines. However, we quickly discovered that it was a less-than-ideal place to visit – very industrial, gritty, and under a continuous effort of reconstruction. It was the least favorite city on the tour, let alone all of Europe. Our hotel was located on a street under construction for at least 500 meters, and there was nothing walkable – terrible, just terrible. Plus, it was about 100 degrees. I consulted with Jim and the group and cut our two-day stay short to swap a day in Stuttgart for an extra day in Luxembourg. Jim agreed, and according to his football math, we scored the two-point conversion for the go-ahead score.
First Stop – Porsche Museum







The Porsche 901 is a legend. Thatβs because it was the forerunner of the 911. Porsche unveiled a production-ready vehicle, but within just a few weeks, the coupΓ© had to be renamed as a result of a trademark dispute with Peugeot, which owned the trademark on any car designation with a X0X, where the zero is in the middle. From then on, it was known as the 911. All of the customer vehicles produced up to that point were manufactured as 901 vehicles, but sold as 911 vehicles. This was the original, first restored 911.















Mercedes Museum













Luxembourg
With Stuttgart finally behind us, we made our way to the tax haven of Luxembourg. This was a special stop as Rhone is a citizen of Luxembourg, a true Luxembourger. Thank god we came early. The town is lovely, and our hotel, a restored series of townhouses centered in the pedestrian square, was a respite from German hospitality.

Back on the road again…






























Koln aka Cologne
Due to a miscommunication and a lost in translation exchange between German and English while changing the date of our drive on the famous NΓΌrburgring race track, we found ourselves with eight hours of free time in Germany. The famed NΓΌrburgring track is in the middle of nowhere, Germany. We discussed our options and felt a side trip to Cologne for lunch would be a good use of time and a cultural experience. We had a tight window to drive to the city, have lunch, and return for our laps on the most famous track of them all.

Queue the Kraftwerk, we were driving on the Autobahn. Now, as I learned the hard way, the Autobahn does indeed have sections with speed limits. I was most successful at finding them.

Jim and I opted for a quick tour of the famous Cologne Cathedral. Construction started in 1248 and was finally completed according to its original plans in 1880. The towers, with their two massive spires, give the cathedral the most prominent faΓ§ade of any church in the world.












With our obligatory magnet purchase complete and the end of a short, unmemorable lunch, we resumed our trip to the track.



NΓΌrburgring




Our highly anticipated laps around the most famous race track in the world quickly spiraled into a complete clusterfuck. What I thought would be an hour of coaching, driving, car, and track review ended up being two random German instructors meeting us at the crowded entrance to the track, which, by the way, is a public road open to any driver paying the daily fee. We were instructed to jump in the cars and drive. No instruction, random people, and vehicles from every walk of life were moving with us. In general, I had no objection, but I was expecting a very different experience. Realize this is the track that all manufacturers in the world use to time their cars for the fastest lap. We were not officially timed, but we were driving a 911 GT3RS, one of the world’s fastest cars. Current record lap times are just over seven minutes. I clocked in between 11 and 12 minutes for my laps. Regardless, it was a total blast to drive these fast cars on this storied track.










With our laps at the track complete, we returned to Luxembourg for dinner and our final night in the town.




Carter found a Michelin-recommended restaurant, Clairfountaine, for dinner. Some folks were tired from a very long day of driving, so we were at a small table. The food and service were impeccable. We even learned the difference between Puligny and Chassagne Montrachet.










Champagne
Our next destination after Luxembourg was Reims in the Champagne region of France. It was one of our longest driving segments, and we happily took our pair of BMW wagons on the open roads of the Autoroute de France.






After some thoughtful and insightful contemplation of the majesty of the history and architecture before us, it was time to do the only reasonable thing before us – dine!

Dinner for the evening was at Millenaire, a seafood-focused restaurant that was highly recommended. The food was decent and the whole experience a bit weird. Our waiter resembled a cartoon character straight from Tintin, and we were confused when Jim’s martini was made only with Martini vermouth. At least the meal was beautiful and good.















La CathΓ©drale de Reims

Reims is home to one of the largest Gothic cathedrals in France, rivaling Notre Dame. Completed in 1275, it was the traditional location for the coronation of the Kings of France.

I arranged a tour of the Cathedral, where we were allowed to climb the 500+ steps up a narrow spiral stone staircase to the bell tower and upper roof, with vaulted ceilings and ramparts at the top.














Epernay

We traveled to Epernay, the true heart of the Champagne. I arranged a private tour of the caves and tasting flights. There are miles of caves carved into the chalk-like earth, housing hundreds of millions of dollars’ worth of Champagne, the magical beverage of kings. This was only one Champagne house. The ground is literally a buried treasure.























After a lovely tour of the grottoesque caverns storing copious amounts of aged Champagne, we embarked on the next stage of this nearly spiritual journey to appreciate the magic and alchemy of the union of grape juice and yeast. It took blessedly long to get to this stage.






This is P2. The minimum aging for a standard Dom PΓ©rignon vintage is eight years, but this varies for its “PlΓ©nitude” releases. The P2 (PlΓ©nitude 2) vintage is aged for a minimum of 15 years, and the P3 (PlΓ©nitude 3) is aged for a minimum of 25 years.














And off to Perrier Jouet for more tasting. They are famous for their Belle Epoque Flower Bottle.




After we toured the Champagne houses in Epernay, we returned to Reims for our final evening. Our hotel was situated across the courtyard from the Cathedral, and our patio was an ideal place for dinner. After our latest voyage into haute cuisine, we all wished we had dined here again.









After dinner, we met a group of young Belgian men who invited us to a club in their chauffeured car. They were rather friendly fellows, generous with magnums of Veuve Cliquot, and introduced us to all sorts of fun at the club.




After an evening of fun and libations with the Belgians, it was time to move on to our next destination. We had another long driving day ahead of us.
Saint Malo
After hours of driving with Jim, we passed Paris, en route to Saint-Malo. Near Le Mans, I channeled my inner race car driver and made a second, unplanned donation to France’s K-12 education system, all while making new friends.



I was driving a German car with German plates, and the Police man immediately admonished me for not respecting France’s laws. He then inquired if I was German, to which I replied, ‘Nein.’ He then asked if I was French, and in my best French accent, I replied, ‘Non.’ Confused, he then asked me what I was. I replied American. He then presented me with a breathalyzer test and asked if I had been drinking. Jim chimed in and replied ‘Not yet. I took the test and passed, of course, and he handed me the plastic mouthpiece from the device. I asked him if I should piss in it. Not amused, his demeanor and visage changed positively when I asked him what that strange blue car was that caught up with me. He replied, ‘It’s a French supercar, Alpine,’ to which I replied, ‘I did not know the French made a supercar.’ I asked to see their car and received a full tour of the French excellence in supercar automotive engineering.
We arrived in Saint-Malo, the terminus of the music-planned trip, where Air was playing at the Route du Rocher. It was raining, so I opted to have dinner in town and skip the show. We stayed at the beautiful Le Grand Hotel Des Thermes, a seaside resort and spa set on the beach.




We settled into town for the evening to explore the walled city and enjoy some of the local cuisine. We sampled some local mussels and found a restaurant with a very gregarious proprietor.



Le Anniversaire
August 17th was my birthday. As luck would have it, one of the more esoteric HiFi brands, Totaldac, was located about an hour’s drive away in a rural farm village. I set off in the BMW and navigated my way down narrow farm roads and through towns to meet with Vincent Brient, the owner and sole designer and manufacturer of all Totaldac products. It’s unusual and rare to have a company of such high-end audio products owned and operated by a single individual. Vincent and I spent about two hours discussing his products, his engineering background, and listening to his systems. I hope to have one of these trapezoidal monoliths in my Hi-Fi racks someday.









After treating myself to a great birthday Hi-Fi audio experience, I returned to Saint-Malo to tour the walled city with the gang. I visited Saint-Malo in 1999 and found it to be one of the most interesting towns in France.












After hours of touring the walled city, it was now time for my birthday dinner.



Carter picked La Brasserie du Sillon, located on the boardwalk, for the celebration.









Le Pourquoi Pas
While in Saint-Malo, Carter discovered a Michelin-starred gem called Pourquoi Pas β literally, βWhy Not?β Nestled in Dinard, a charming seaside resort town just across the estuary, the restaurant sits within Castelbrac, a cliffside hotel that seems to hover gracefully above the water. The setting alone promised something special.
As we settled into our table overlooking the bay, the waiter revealed that the eveningβs entire tasting menu would be dedicated to one star ingredient: lobster. We exchanged a few curious glances β an all-lobster menu felt like a culinary gamble β but any hesitation quickly faded. Each course unfolded like a love letter to the sea, and by the second bite, our trepidation had given way to pure delight. The surprise hit on the menu was a lobster sausage, easily one of the best lobster preparations and sausages I have had the pleasure of consuming.












After lunch, we took a walking tour around Dinard to appreciate its attractions as a seaside summer resort town. It is truly a lovely place, and I would love to return to stay at Hotel Castlebrac and dine at Pourquoi Pas.






Mont Saint-Michel
Clearly, the potential epic stop on our tour was Mont Saint-Michel. Not only were we visiting the famed ancient Monastery, we were actually spending the night on the rock. In days of old, the island was only accessible during low tide. Later, a road was built for access during any lunar gravitational pull. I visited in the late 1990’s, so I was excited to return with Carter. Today, one parks about 2km away, takes a bus to a stop, and walks several hundred yards to the medieval entrance. As we were staying on the island, we had our suitcases in tow. It was a bitch navigating the exiting crowds up a steep cobblestone path to eventually find our lodging and ascend four flights of narrow stairs, bags in tow. This, however, was a brilliant plan, as we arrived as the crowds were draining down the streets and had the roam of the rock literally to ourselves for the evening.













We spent hours touring the cobblestone paths and ramparts, feeling like we were living in medieval times, centuries ago. After dinner, the sun set and the tide went out – the magic was about to begin. The moon was full and presented one of the most magical sights I have ever witnessed, Mont Saint-Michel a nuit.








The moon was full, and we walked out to the beach at low tide.








Le Mont Saint-Michel

Staying the night on the rock had its advantages. We woke early and were able to beat the morning crowds to tour the monastery.






Normandy
After our tour of Mont Saint-Michel, we stopped at Omaha Beach in Normandy to pay our respects to the WWII veterans and take a somber moment of remembrance for the sacrifices made for our freedoms.





Paris
We had a few hours in Paris before our flight home, so we toured some sights and caught up with my long-time Friend Xavier. Interesting, I have known Jim and Xavier for 41 years.








We enjoyed dinner at a French bistro and drinks at the bar of the famed Hotel de Crillon, where Xavier had performed some DJ sets.


After an amazingly adventurous and exhausting trip, we were set to return home. This was our second international vacation with Jim and Mitch Morgan. Carter and Mitch had been friends for years when, in about 2023, Carter asked if I knew a Jim Morgan. “Yeah, I went to high school with him.” We reconnected and have become fast friends ever since. Father-son trips are the best. It was great to spend so much time with Carter, Rhone, Jim, Mitch, Sam, Sean, Paul, Sebastian, and Xavier exploring Europe on our 2024 National European Vacation.
The Photo Montage



























