The rest of Greece will touch on the two final destinations, that being the Island of Mykonos and Athens itself.
Few years back I visited Mykonos as a young soul, one that was willing, almost unstoppable. Time was not of concern, day could have been night and night could have been day. I proudly held up to the reputation of what the Island is all about, a party Island.
Since then few things have changed. Going back second time round the experience could not be more different. You know you’re getting older when you attempt to keep up with the momentum and buy tickets to see Steve Aoki at Cavo but fail to go because “I’m sleepy” and well, it’s “too much effort”. I question myself at times, what happened to the old me?!
I laugh at this with my girlfriends, it’s simple, we’ve come to terms with the fact that ‘Hey, it’s okay, we’re getting old, let’s just accept it’. That was then and this is now …
Now: On the brighter side of things, we happened to enjoy a more luxurious side of it which is just as good, if not better. Spending time by the pool side and at the beach after country hopping ain’t so bad. The town is as is, except we went overkill eating at ‘Souvlaki Story’ – try it if you find yourself there.
Athens, Greece, 2017
Finally, the bees tire away and the sun comes out, it’s the stopover before we head home. Athens as you see above is a big city covered with white buildings and history, one that is calm but very hot in the summer time.
With no energy left, Athens was spent looking out from a balcony window and reminiscing on every moment my husband and I spent together during this sweet month. One place I definitely recommend you try is “Kalamaki Kolonaki”, a super casual, authentic and delicious food.
When everything is available, appetite is bound to ebb away. The lesson is that God is Magic and patience is a virtue. Trust him and he will lead you. Understand that it’s a blessing to be alive and my favourite part of all is that he will never put you through what you cannot get through.
What the eye sees first it always remembers
Rome was my initial glance at Europe, it holds to be my favourite city
Why do I like it most?
Perhaps it’s the sense of familiarity, or it’s aura
Or maybe it’s character and it’s people’s loud nature
The food is delicious and made with love; it’s touch of old and tradition is inspiring
It’s a sassy city, it’s men and women are well dressed
Their dark skin against their white cotton clothing and scattered Jewellery excites me
It’s an understated classy, not as snobby and straight A as Paris, a city with attitude, roughness and oomph
I love Gelato, it’s a treat that I can have for breakfast, lunch and dinner, also brunch and every time I want something to munch
It’s buildings are grand, you walk the city as though you’re walking through history
The Vatican City itself is something else, I’d do it no justice if I attempted to describe it
If you’re planning to visit anytime soon then consider yourself lucky, I’ve just done the hard work for you:
Comfortable shoes are a must, but keep it stylish – it’s a crime to let ease over looks take priority.
Walk around the city, every street is different, every corner has a huge building with history that interest those that are not even interested.
The Vatican City, Museum and Sistine Chapel are a must, waaaaw.
Now, let’s take a pit stop for food ..
Prepare to CARB LOAD, a term that makes me uncomfortable but you cannot escape it, so let’s make it worthwhile:
– For traditional Pasta you must visit Trattoria Da Enzo, a really popular restaurant, one I recommend you book in advance to avoid the long wait, trust me you will be waiting.
– For traditional Pizza, visit Pizzeria Ai Marmi, very casual but delicious!
Gelatoooooooo, yes. Take my word when I tell you that we tried every good Gelato in the city, here are the best well known, best ranked and most delicious:
– Gelato Giolitti ( The oldest Gelato place in Rome)
– Fatamorgana Gelato
– Gelato Di san Crispino
– Gelato Del Teator
If I was born Italian I’d say Rome’s mid city feels like home, but awkwardly enough I’m not.
Third time lucky, forth is what I look forward to.
I call it crazy love ❤
Pay close attention to this, Karrada is the heart of Baghdad. It’s Sydney’s George Street, New York’s Time Square, Paris’ Champs Elysees, and it goes on and on.
An explosion at this time of year is similar to a festive holiday, whereby working hours are done, and people are out findings reasons to relax and celebrate, therefore; an event as such is a pure tragedy.
Who was killed? Someone like you and I out celebrating with their friends, catching up over a smoke and playing domino. It could have perhaps been a family out having a meal, or someone walking past just to pass their summer’s night.
Mothers have now lost their children, and some father’s their sons and daughters, and children their parents and it’s never ending.
It’s unjust, do pray.
What I know of the city has no relation to today, and there is no better way to say this than the way he describes this …