Sitting here, I’m beginning to think that it is a fallacy that I don’t get inspired in airports. True, the stained grey and brown carpets, the weary, unshowered and preoccupied travellers, and the privacy-stripping joys of the TSA don’t exude much inspiration, but here I am again, motivated to tell another tale. Must be something in the Starbucks.
Read MoreLast post I ended it with my visit to Tokaj Nobilis, headed by the pragmatic yet pioneering Sarolta Bardos.
As I thanked her for graciously hosting us in this god-awful weather, I was reminded by what Gergely was telling us throughout . This pragmatism, this resourcefulness, inherent it may be in the Hungarian psyche, was really brought to the forefront, at least in its winemaking history, after communism’s hold.
Read MoreBudapest sat at the tail end of our Central Europe trip 2017, the last destination before we headed back to Spain to meet the yacht in Palma de Mallorca. It is the grungy cousin of the posh Vienna, the one who’s always got a fag in his hand and a ripped Death Metal t-shirt on…
Read MoreNew York was a whirlwind. I debated on what to write about - the uncanny familiarity I felt walking Downtown, even though I’ve never been there, the resilient melting-pot mentality that is in such contrast with the current political environment, or the fascinating casual-cool restaurant scene that bridges the hot dog and kebab stands with the likes of Eleven Madison Park and Le Bernardin.
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