Bar Mlecznys, or Polish Milk Bars, are government subsidized cafeterias from Poland’s communist past. They were places where workers could get a hot, inexpensive meal after World War II. Often times, visits to the Milk Bars were covered in the worker’s wages.
Our days in Prague have revolved around finding the best views of the city. During our quest, multiple sources led us to Letna Beer Garden and it’s since become a daily sunset ritual.
Letna Beer Garden is just outside of Old Town, located within Letna Park.
A local resident growing wine grapes in their greenhouse
Yesterday we spent the day walking around Djurgarden and experiencing what this unique island has to offer. A large part of the island is mainly forest with a bunch of walking trails throughout, so our plan was to cover the entire perimeter.
My grama flew into Edinburgh Wednesday night and of course our first outing together was afternoon tea. We hopped on the bus and headed 45 minutes out of the city center to a big department-type store called Dobbies, with a tea room in the back.
The customs line at the Edinburgh airport was surprisingly long and when we got to the front, the lady asked us if we too were here for golf. We didn’t know what she was talking about but since we’re the type to follow the action, we decided to find out.
Our mission in Paris was to relax and just “be” in the city. I had visions of us sitting in cafés, and wandering around with no sense of time. However as soon as we touched down, an unintentional fire under lit under our asses and we hit the ground running.
Our Paris apartment is on the 7th floor with no elevator, which is only good for one reason: it allows us an extra chance to burn off some off the carbs we’ve eaten that day.
When Nick and I reminisce about Paris, the topic of food comes up every.single.time.
Today I earned my Thai food chef wings!! I found the cutest little vegetarian restaurant across the street from my guesthouse and the owner offers private cooking lessons for only 600 baht ($18.
Of course the first stop we made was the ice cream store to order the biggest bowl of Aguaje and Passion Fruit ice cream we could find.
On the plane to Iquitos we read about Masato, or “jungle beer,” in our Amazon survival book. Apparently, when you visit a tribe, they will offer you this beverage which you must drink or it’s considered highly offensive.