Last month, I fell in love with Lisboa. Being there for the first time ever (first time in Portugal even!), I was overly excited to try as many Portuguese dishes as I could: From oven cooked octopus to freshly grilled sardines, from dozens of Pasteis de Belém to ice cold Mazagran (coffee with lemon and sugar), I ate my way through this lovely city, walking up and down the hills, enjoying the many different districts and just having the best of times (seriously, I loved it). Staying in a lovely AirBnB apartment just off Jardim do Príncipe Real (very recommendable location, you can walk almost anywhere and there are a plenty of cafés, eateries and shops around.) I was lucky enough to have local guides leading me to the nicest places and of course can’t wait to share my eating experiences with you, just in case you ever find yourself in the city and don’t know where to eat.
When we disembarked the small plane that brought us from Istanbul to Bodrum, in the South-West of Turkey, the question with whom we’d spend the next seven days came to my mind for the first time. Or if we’d have a bathroom for ourselves, or if the bed would be only 40cm wide, if at all. We were on transfer from the airport when I felt a slight nervousness rising in me, was it a good idea to agree to a seven day sailing cruise with complete strangers in the Turkish Aegean?
A couple of minutes later it’s clear that this was the best idea ever. All doubts were washed away when we entered the small bay close to Ortakent – an impressive all-wooden sailboat lay at anchor in the quiet waters, two masts reaching up high into the sky, a big dining table on top of the deck, soft couches at the stern and white sunbeds on deck. As if out of a dream.
Berlin’s winters have many problems, one of them being that Berlin is too far away from anything mountainous – but is that really true? Not if you’ve got a car and take the 400km drive down to Krkonoše, or the Riesengebirge as it is known in German, a mountain range on the border of Poland and the Czech Republic, home to the mountain giant Krakonoš, or Rübezahl. Sure, with its highest peak, Sněžka or Schneekoppe, reaching just a little over 1600m, it’s nowhere near Alpine in height, but it does offer an acceptable number of downhills, cross-country ski trails, and hiking routes. And it certainly doesn’t fail when it comes to romantic scenery.
This is the final part of my food-adventures in New York City, I am on my way back to Berlin. Although the autumnal Brooklyn sun has been very good to us and the Berlin November weather is living up to its fame, I am quite okay with coming back. Also because I can go back to my normal eating habits and don’t feel pressured by a never-ending foursquare to-eat list. Thanks to organizing my schedule better than in the first days, I managed to cross quite some off in the last days, read about them here.
And for more, here’s the first and the second part of Food in NYC.
The first part about eating in New York City way written before I moved to Brooklyn, where everything just got better and I experienced some seriously good food moments. Although I must admit the cover photo of this article was taken in the Lower East Side, of all places, so this prejudice of Brooklyn being the better Manhattan is actually just a cliché. But have a look: