There was the subject of cook for another challenge not so long ago, so today let me concentrate on the places where we also eat when we don’t eat at home, even though there are some photos from there as well. More info in the captions. Buon appetito!
First Slovenia: a fish canteen in Portorož.
Bosnian restaurant in Piran named after the Olympic Games 1984.
The restaurant at the beach in Piran.
The best restaurant in Piran. Above the stove there is magnet saying “My family tree is full of nuts”. I bought it.
Here we eat in Piran if it’s not too hot (ok, or too cold).
Another restaurant by the sea in Piran.
This fish restaurant is in Ljubljana with the view of the greatest Slovenian poet and his muse.
Croatia follows: This is al fresco in camp Škrila, island Krk, Croatia.
Here we didn’t eat, looks lovely, Grožnjan, Croatia.
Back to Italy: Here Niki de Saint Phalle was making her barbecues. Il giardino dei tarocchi.
This is in Lucca and we didn’t stop and eat no matter how lovely it was.
This was the wedding on the beach in Ostia.
And this was Oktoberfest in Tuscany. Pub “Porta gialla”, Borgo Carige.
For my birthday they + dad took me to Orbetello and we had a great time.
And when you stroll around Pienza, this surprises you. Slow Food for Burkina Faso. Something sounds off here.
To return home: Did you know that in Italy it’s believed that one person eats 125 g of pasta? Slippers by UrsaNina.si
This happens when I ‘cook’ for myself.
I love eating on our terrace, whereas some others are afraid of flying bestias.
His father brought this. Five kilos of lamb. It fed us (and Bestia) for weeks.
His daughter made this: apple cake. Takes after father.
Ooops, this is not us. But they have dinner too. Buon appetito!
Photo: a © signature mmm production
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Dinnertime
Today celebrates my oldest (that is, earliest) friend.
First her father and my father met in their Maribor, went to school and played basketball together for team Branik. Below is a photo from 1963. (I’ll let you guess who the fathers are. :D) (ADD-IT: I removed the fresh re-enactment of this photo because it will be published in a book soon.)
Then they married (one woman each) and moved to Ljubljana. First her father, then mine. Then we were born in the same year, first her, then me. Then came the year when she got a brother, and me a sister. Then they got a dog.
Thank you for hosting us at your beautiful summer camp on the island of Krk last summer (more photos from there here). Who would say that you’d find a place that can rival Duba.
I hope we can one day have some fun together over here – possibly with the third gracia – and talk about the times when we were crazy and young. Welcome! (Captions available by clicking on each photo)
Duba, Pelješac peninsula, Croatia
Camp Škrila, island Krk, Croatia
Blue and yellow
Green summer kitchen
Oldest friends (one younger than the other)
You are the younger one 😀
We need one more…
…to make three gracias
Photo: MM & MC (Oldest friends
) & MB (Three gracias
) & archive MB (basketball team
Tanti auguuuuuuuuuuuri per te
tanti auguuuuuri per te
tanti auguri, cara Nika
tanti auguri per te!
Welcome to the Adriatic, the sea where, relatively speaking, nothing ever happens. And yet everything is here.
Correction: you might step on a sea-urchin.
The island Krk (Italian: Veglia) is the largest Croatian island (or about equal in measure to Cres) and the most northern one. I used to hop around the two quite often in the past. Last week I visited Krk again with amore and without bestia to visit a friend. It’s been about 20 years. It is even more beautiful than I remember.
Punat, about 7 km to go
The valley, deep and wide
Last beach before the camp
Daily bathers park high above.
Here we are.
Camp Škrila, towards Stara Baška
On Krk they recycle.
Blue boat lost
My kind of scenery
The camp is nicely laid out
And there is shade too
Our home for almost a week, thanks to my friend
Outdoor kitchen with running water
My kind of colours
On a windy day. The bora wind blows either 1, 3 or 5 days.
The camp has four beaches: the main umbrella-covered one, the dog+boat beach, the tiny sandy one and the less crowded nude beach (hidden from view on the photos). Guess where we were.
The nude beach is hidden in the first bay on the left.
The town of Stara Baška
All in all, a top-notch experience. Thank you, Nika!