Expat life can be so exhausting, don’t you agree? Now and then a bit of R & R is of the essence. So last week my prince and I boarded a plane to a romantic place to rejuvenate, masticate and luxuriate. It was, after all, the week of Valentine’s Day.
We roamed the ancient cobbled streets of a famous European city. Oh, the wonders of the place, and the stories I have to tell you (later)!
We ate and drank scrumptiously and copiously. We marveled at the architecture, walking for hours to see the sights. It was cold and we wore our winter coats, but the weather was so much better than in Moldova, my present habitat, where the temperatures were arctic and 30 cm (a foot) of snow fell while we were away.
Where were we? Have a guess.
Here some pictures to help you figure it out. In the mean time I am crafting a few tales about our trip. Yes, things happened, from the moment we stepped out of the airport, but first just look at these photos . . .
Many people visit this place, looking high up and all around. Most don’t look at the floor. But I did, and I took a picture of it.
People are masters at parking their cars. It’s a show to watch them get in and out of their spaces.
The window shopping was fun. I loved the mannequins. Especially because I really don’t want to look like them.
Of course there are many statues everywhere. Here’s just a sample:
People here love their hot chocolate in the winter months.
It’s thick and rich like pudding. It’s not Swiss Miss or any other instant powder mixed with hot water. You eat this with a spoon! For chocoholics, this is an orgasmic experience. Good coffee shops and restaurants will have their own special recipes.
A farmers’ market in the middle of winter, oh joy! Vegetables, cheese, honey, meat, and even raw milk. It was fabulous. It almost made me cry because I couldn’t take any of it with me. Okay, a little cheese.
A famous sandwich is made with this pork roast, an “official” traditional food.
I’ll have mercy on you, dear reader, and stop here with the photos. Next time I’ll have a story. Now go ahead and tell me what you did for Valentine’s Day (week) and where you think I was. No prizes, sorry.