Sunday, December 21, 2014

An Unexpected Journey to the Past

When I visited Chicago this October with my friend Kareen, we were given a walking tour of Oak Park, a residential suburb not too far from the city limits.


Thursday, December 4, 2014

Solo in the City

After documenting my exciting journey though Greece, I thought I'd take a break from travelling and dedicate one post just to check in and tell you what I've been up to.

I've been living at my new place for almost 4 months now and I love it. It's cozy and comfortable, the location is fantastic, and the commute to work involves far fewer incidents of TTC rage than before, as there are fewer delays.

Fall in my 'hood

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Thessaloniki: Young, Gritty, Cool - Part 2

Read Thessaloniki Part 1

As it turned out later, a substantial breakfast of bougatsa was warranted that day. The thing is, I decided to do the city walk suggested by the Lonely Planet. About four hours, some 5-6 km long (the guide said), it would take me through Thessaloniki’s 14 key sites of interest. Great stuff.


Thessaloniki: Young, Gritty, Cool - Part 1

Thessaloniki is the second largest city in Greece and the principal city of the region of Macedonia in the north of the country. It's most recognized landmark - kinda like the CN Tower in Toronto - is Lefkos Pyrgos (the White Tower).


Monday, September 22, 2014

My Quads Will Burn for You!

Dear friends,

On October 19th, I will repeat the challenge of climbing the CN Tower for the United Way Toronto. All of its 1,776 steps, 144 floors and with zero puking incidents hopefully. I will also try to shave off a bit of time from my 19 min 40 sec from the 2013 climb.

This year, I am going to climb as part of a team from my work. We're aiming to raise $1,500, which comes to about $170 per climber. This is not much, and I am hoping to accomplish this modest goal with your help.


United Way Toronto invests in community initiatives that help people in need to access basic necessities like food, shelter and employment. They also support programs that help vulnerable persons realize their potential and transition from poverty to a better life. This is a social cause that also makes economic sense. The fewer people we leave behind the poverty line, the healthier our economy will be overall.

If you can spare a modest sum, I would kindly ask you to contribute. It's for a great cause, and every little helps. THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!

Please go to my fundraising page to contribute in any form of payment you prefer, anonymously or otherwise. You will also get an automatic tax receipt for donations $25 and above. Click on the blue button Give Now in the top right corner.

If you don't want to contribute, please feel free to leave an encouraging message for me. On a cold Sunday morning at 7:30 am I will certainly need it.

P.S. My posts on Thessaloniki and Amsterdam are in the works. I've been swamped with stuff to do after coming back from vacation. Wait. Which vacation?

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Island Impressions

My two days in Mykonos zoomed by with a lightning speed, and just after midnight last night I hopped to Thessaloniki. 

My first impression of Mykonos was not a favourable one. I found the party capital of the Aegean overcrowded and overdeveloped. Yes, the cubic white-washed architecture speckled with bright red gerania and magenta bougainvillaea is absolutely spectacular, but one can barely see it behind heaps of touristy stuff for sale, designer boutiques, bars and visitors themselves, who arrive in great numbers to enjoy the softer September sun and all-night beach parties. 


In contrast to the bigger, less commercialized, appreciably cheaper Naxos that has the same cuteness about its old town and gorgeous beaches, but half the crowds and the fuss, I wondered what people saw in Mykonos at all. 


As one proud Naxonian told me, Naxos feeds itself, but Mykonos has nothing but the famous windmills. 


True -- local agribusiness in Naxos is extensive, and they have their own potatoes, corn, many veggies and fruits, as well as meat and cheeses. There are as many butchers on the island, it seems, as there are Starbucks on Yonge street. I spent over three hours in the mountain village of Halki. It's tiny, so I wondered far into the olive groves and vineyards just to pass the time until my bus back into town.

One other thing that annoyed me in Mykonos is the myriad of motorbikes and those four-wheel quad buggies that pollute like hell and gave me a headache when I was walking to my hotel at night. 


My studio, although very nice, was not in the centre of town due to price considerations, and I huffed and puffed up a steep heel in the dark breathing diesel fumes with no clear idea where I was going. That was a mistake. Location, location, location. I should have stayed somewhere in a more favourable part of Chora, the main town, like these absolutely gorgeous Portobello Studios.


On day two, however, I reconsidered my position. First of all, I saw Mykonos in the morning, when the town was still fresh, and businesses took it easy. The harbour was beautiful, framed by its white boats and steep hills above. Old fishermen were mending their nets in front of a church, and locals were buying fish and veggies from the stands at the old port. 


I also realized that it's silly to arrive to a notorious resort and expect it to be quiet. When in Mykonos, do it like the rich and famous. So, instead of rolling my eyes at scenes like this -- it took the dude good 15 minutes to shoot a perfect picture of an orange juice against the sea,


and this one -- the lady pushed in front of everyone enjoying the sunset and insisted her derrière features as an obligatory compliment to the sinking sun


and chuckling at the cult of male genitalia -- Mykonos has been the destination for gay tourism for decades,


I went shopping, then to the beach to work on my tan and lounge on a comfy chaise with a glass of white wine. There I met a family of super-friendly Brazilians, with whom I ended up hanging out all day. In fact, we had so much fun, I missed my boat to Delos and, truth be told, made in to the airport just in time to check in my bag and board the flight. Phew, that was a close one :). 

Cheers to the good times!


Here goes my archaeological interest -- wheee. I swapped the third most important site in the whole of Greece and UNESCO heritage for a party, and haven't got the slightest regret about it. In fact, I was kind of bummed out I could not stay for the full moon bash at Cavo Paradiso the night after -- the famous Paradise Beach venue that often features well known European DJs. 

I now know exactly where to stay, eat, tan and party in Mykonos to enjoy the island as one should. In fact, I'm thinking that now that I know all the main Cyclades, how amazing it would be to do a grand return to all of them. Three weeks, perhaps, starting in Athens, then Crete (not part of the archipelago, but it's on the way), then Santorini, Naxos, Mykonos and Milos. 

Maybe not all of the islands at once, and not necessarily in this order, but roughly to follow this route. It's going to be really enjoyable to travel knowing the best spots and not waste any time looking around. A project for one of the years ahead??

More photo impressions of Naxos are on flickr in this album,

and an album on Mykonos is right here.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Half-sizing

Vacationing alone is not that bad after all. Most definitely, it's better than not at all. So far, the worst things about doing this solo are having to lug all your stuff with you every time you need to leave your spot, eating alone and answering questions why you're alone.

The first is just annoying. Imagine you have a great table or a seat, you're comfortably settled, but you have to go wash your hands. You need to pick up all your belongings and, like a demented snail, lug it all to the bathroom. In the meantime, someone comes and steals your seat. Or a waiter comes and cleans your table prematurely. Or you need to ask him not to. Grrrrr.


This is one place, where you don't need to take anything with you. The tiny island of Schinoussa. No danger of theft whatsoever.

Eating alone is impractical and limiting in a country like Greece. Greek food is not made to be eaten alone. If you observe Greek tables, nobody orders individually like North Americans do. Everything is ordered "for the table" -- drinks, a salad, a few mezedes (small plates), one or a couple mains, depending on the party size. The food is then shared by everyone. The portions are huge, and eating alone means you can only get one thing. 


This is an appetizer-size plate of large kolokythokeftedes (fried zucchini balls). These are awesome, but very filling, and, like anything fried, no good for another meal. Only a very big eater would be able to down this whole thing as an appetizer. 

I cannot possibly eat a full salad, plus some sort of protein, plus polish off some wine. Did you see the size of those salads? They're massive and often come with rusks and cheese. 

This is a Mykonian 'salad' with local kopanisti cheese. It's a super stinky sheep cheese produced for 200 years only in Mykonos. Served on a barley rusk soaked in water, wine vinegar and olive oil and topped with tomatoes, oregano and olives. Kind of like Mykonian dakos.


I just ate it all (arrived to Mykonos this morning) and I think I'm going to skip dinner.

Side dishes, like horta (boiled greens with lemon and oil), also arrive in bucket-size bowls. Popeye with his love of spinach would be delighted. Meat too. In Athens, the daily special at the taverna where we were with Natalia was 'arni tou fournou' (slow-roasted lamb with potatoes). We considered it, but then changed our mind, because the plate was just too big for the two of us.


This is a bowl of fava (split pea purée with onions, olive oil and lemon) -- a specialty on Santorini and  Schinoussa islands. It's a delish vegetarian dish, and, again, a rather large serving.

I get around this gastronomic challenge by sweet-talking the restaurant folks into making me everything in half portions. Otherwise I won't even be able to try many of my favourite things. There are other benefits too. Grilled octopus is amazing in Naxos, but relatively expensive (it always is). Half-size is perfect. Besides, this downsizing allows me to talk to people and practice my Greek. They're usually quite understanding and mix and match for me. 


These are kolokythokeftedes again -- 1/2 portion, horta (steamed local greens) and 1/2 of the octopus portion.

I also pull out my blogger card sometimes. "Oh, I write a little about the traditional Greek cuisine, can you let me try a few different things here?" Alternatively, with the motherly older women, usually wives of restaurant owners, the sob story works better: "I'm here alone, poor me, I want to eat more of your amazing cooking".

Such problems do not exists in bakeries. You can buy three biscuits for something like 30p and no one would bat an eyelid. In ice cream parlours, you can also have two or three flavours for one scoop (never in Canada). 

In the last couple of days, Friday and Saturday, my half-sizing didn't fly. One meal ended up being mediocre. The taverna was very busy, and I think they just didn't want to bother with me. I ordered stuffed eggplants, and got this instead.



This looked and tasted like a fast food moussaka slapped together in two minutes. I don't like beshamel at all, and just ended up scraping it all off.  

Yesterday the restaurant refused to humour me at all. I wanted to have half a platter of small fried fishes (they fry them in batches, and who cares if they give me a full serving or just a half), and they said no. Boo. I got these pesto grilled mussels instead.


Oh well. You win some you loose some. The mussels were yummy actually. I should try this dish at home. 

It should be mentioned that the Cyclades are having an exceptionally good year. Greece as a whole had a 34% rise in tourists in the second half of the summer. I read this in the in-flight magazine. In Naxos, it's their first really big year, and they don't know how to deal with the influx of people. Prices has gone up a little, I was told, and hoteliers and restaurateurs are overworked. I didn't notice bad service anywhere, but one can feel it's the end of the season. The fatigue is apparent.

I think, my habit of going to Greece in September should end with this trip. Mid-June will be better, when businesses are still rested from the low season and hungry for customers. In June, the islands will also be greener, which is always a plus.

By the way, can you imagine, it rained in Mykonos today? It hasn't rained since last winter, but it did today. Quite incredible. Should I by a lottery ticket?