5 things to do on every city trip

August 12, 2016

5 things to do on every city trip - Geneva oldtown

 

On every city trip? It’s quite a statement, I know. No two cities are alike. But while I might be telling you to eat pizza in Naples, or squid in Thessaloniki – and order neither in, say, Tbilisi – there are a few things you should always do in order to get the most out of your visit, no matter what Continue Reading

Tales on Tuesday – Istanbul with Rambo

August 2, 2016

Tales on Tuesday - Istanbul with Rambo

There I go, my suitcase trailing behind me. The bus just stopped on the empty corner of a big square in the center of Istanbul, and as everyone else got off I thought it best to follow suit. I have no idea where to go, so I decide to move in the general direction of where the crowd seems to be. As usual, I’m ill-prepared. Continue Reading

Hearty Persian rice with apple and banana

July 27, 2016

A family classic: Hearty Persian rice with apple and banana

You read that right, this hearty dinner incorporates apples and banana – and it’s amazing. It’s a meal I grew up on, the recipe for which has been passed on to my mom from my grandmother. She was always cooking and reading cookbooks and magazines for inspiration, and I’m pretty certain she got this recipe out of one of the ladies’ magazines she subscribed to sometime in the seventies. Continue Reading

Tales on Tuesday – A narrow mind

July 19, 2016

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‘They have never been in a bookstore before. They have no clue how to find a book here, and wouldn’t think to have a look around. They simply come to the counter with the title they need, and expect us to get it for them.’ She sighs defeated as she says it. Continue Reading

Tales on Tuesday – Goodbye, nan

June 7, 2016

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The hint of red that the sun brings out in my hair, I get from her. Although I have never known her to be anything but a silvery-white, she’d tell stories of how the other kids teased her with her bright red hair. She despised it, but I loved it – love it still. Continue Reading