Its starting to sound like this Foodie in Berlin title is a bit of a misnomer. In a couple of weeks I will actually be living in Berlin.
In the meantime….
….more on Athens.
When I was about 7 years old, my parents decided to move to either Vienna, Austria or Athens, Greece so that I could receive a better education at an International school. My mother was sent on a reconaissance trip first to Vienna and then Athens. In Vienna it was cold, raining and I got the measels.
When she arrived in September in Athens the air was warm, their was a gentle breeze and glimpses of the deep blue sea and blue sky, untainted by even the slightest wisp of cloud… But Athens stole her heart when she stepped on to the pavement and saw that they were planted with olive trees…
…and that there were oranges rolling down hills.
At night, with the windows open, the clatter and clinks of people enjoying food, fine and company would sound like they were in the living room with her. And there would be a thick scent of Jasmine, which I smell as I type this.
She thought she had arrived in Paradise. Needless to say, they picked Athens •