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.
Ready for a romantic dinner, gas heaters warming the terrace.
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.
No, it's not Amsterdam.
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 . . .
Nobody was looking at the floor.
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.
*Romance is everywhere: Kissing cars all over town.
People are masters at parking their cars. It’s a show to watch them get in and out of their spaces.
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The window shopping was fun. I loved the mannequins. Especially because I really don’t want to look like them.
New spring fashions.
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Of course there are many statues everywhere. Here’s just a sample:
Loose the beard and he could be the hero in a romance novel. Or maybe not.
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People here love their hot chocolate in the winter months.
Hot chocolate with topping. Often served with whipped cream.
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.
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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.
Herbed pork roast for sale in the farmers' market.
A famous sandwich is made with this pork roast, an “official” traditional food.