I landed. I was jet lagged. I needed inspiration and some food!
First I encountered this...
Looking a little more closely....
I never pass up an opportunity to make a wish (even on an egg!)...especially when one can wish for health and happiness...wherever one is in the world.
With a little luck (and some help from Happy Cow), I found the Dream House right there in downtown Sofia. Behind the white plastic door...just like they said.
A place where "We Freely Speak Our Dreams."
I wanted one of everything on the menu, but I eventually decided on this:
Mint and lemon iced tea and Aubergine "Cous-co." So tasty!
Loved the menu - quote and all - "Eating is a necessity; eating intelligently - an art."
Art, dreams, wishes...thank you Bulgaria. Lovely to finally meet you.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Shake Well Before Enjoying
It has been awhile since I bought juice from concentrate. Juice-on-the-go.
While I love picking up an eclectic assortment of things while traveling (and mixing to create new looks and environments), I am not sure that I want that logic applied to my morning drink.
Fresh juice from each country - sold separately - definitely preferred!
While I love picking up an eclectic assortment of things while traveling (and mixing to create new looks and environments), I am not sure that I want that logic applied to my morning drink.
Fresh juice from each country - sold separately - definitely preferred!
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Armenia: Today We Have Really Lived
He raised his glass and toasted us in turn. "Today we have really lived," he said.
I looked around the table, and he was right. The youngest was four. The oldest seventy-four. I realized as we clinked glasses that everyone there had made a contribution that day.
We had celebrated accomplishments.
We had given thanks.
We had shared amazing, homemade food. (Unexpected special vegan dishes made just for me - because they are like that with their generosity.)
We had remembered people who had come before us - 5,000 years before.
How did they move those stones? A castle long-since destroyed.
What and why did they write messages?
Did they really live too?
Shouldn't we say this every day?...and not only in a land far, far away...
I looked around the table, and he was right. The youngest was four. The oldest seventy-four. I realized as we clinked glasses that everyone there had made a contribution that day.
We had celebrated accomplishments.
We had given thanks.
We had shared amazing, homemade food. (Unexpected special vegan dishes made just for me - because they are like that with their generosity.)
We had remembered people who had come before us - 5,000 years before.
How did they move those stones? A castle long-since destroyed.
What and why did they write messages?
Did they really live too?
Shouldn't we say this every day?...and not only in a land far, far away...
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