East of the Parsley Line: Dining in Minsk
65,080 steps around a masterpiece of socialist-realist urban planning
Four days in Europe’s “Last Dictatorship” and second least visited European capital (the first is Chișinău).
All the best from the digital cutting floor.
Who knew olive oil is a “Dangerous Good?”
Here’s the thing. Up until Anna Grace decided she could spare a few days of her autumn break on holiday (heavy IB load), I could never find the love for Athens, and I do not know why. There are other places I feel similarly about, as well, like Lisbon and California and Iceland and the whole of South America. Yet, Athens kept coming up as an autumn city break destination, and so the flights were purchased. By the time I had slogged past all “epic” and “ultimate” trip reports and blogs I came across during travel research to concentrate on the remaining writings by travelers with vocabularies, I was smitten. Funny how these things happen.
Let the Games Begin!
We flew on Aegean Airlines, Vienna to/from Athens. Our first experience with Aegean was about 18 months ago en route to Cairo, and we fell in love. Legroom! Delicious Food! (No, really!) Gorgeous Greek scenery on the monitors to inspire and entertain us. In fact, we were so inspired that Tony and I booked a short getaway to Corfu a couple of months later, albeit on the horrible and thankfully now-defunct NIKI.
But the romance was short-lived. Rather than the delicious, almost-business class quality food we recalled, the outbound delicacy was a lukewarm Tiropita and a Fitness granola bar. And all we had for entertainment was the map on the monitor, ticking away the kilometers the plane had flown. But we had legroom, the key to travel happiness for my tall family members.
Zapiekanka. Hold the ketchup, please.