Sant Antoni de Portmany
You don’t go to Ibiza for food. You go for the beaches, parties, sun and some of the world’s best clubs. Food is a mere fuel you burn in order to survive the crazy lifestyle. You wake up in the morning and go to the beach, then in the evening you return to the ho(s)tel and eat whatever just to quench the hunger. Then you chill out in a cafe, return to your room and get dressed for the club. You go to the club at about 2-3 am and stay until about 6-7 am. On the way back you eat whatever food is available at that time. read more
This weekend we visited Estonia’s First Cheese Festival that took place in a fansy Rotermann Quarter. All in all it was a nice event. Great location, great cheeses, a nice buzz… read more
We are sitting in Olde Hansa restaurant in Tallinn. After more than bountiful medieval feast a dessert arrives – Rose pudding savoury, Velvet Delight of the Nobility. Waiter, dressed as a page, carefully puts a ceramic plate on the table.
When people are away from home, sometimes they start doing traditional things that they didn’t use to do at home. You go to another part of the world and by all means have to have some traditional item. For example, I wanted to celebrate this Christmas as proper as possible. A couple of dear people from Balkans, one Estonian, food that reminds of home and Badnjak. The good times.
Orthodox Christmas is on January the 7th. The day before, we fast.