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!
This week I’ve submitted my Monochrome Madness photo a bit hastily, I admit. It made me wish I’d actually shoot in monochrome for a change. I’ll give it a go soon, promise.
Below is first a similar, just differently cropped colour image, followed by more photos taken that day. It was last year (see for yourself if my editing skills have improved), about this time, mom was visiting and she is about to again. The town of Pienza and Val d’Orcia valley are yet to greet me with a sunny disposition. I’m patient.
Even though I don’t like to combine challenges, today calls for an exception. There is only so much doors one can post in a week, and we know it’s on Thursday for Norm. Cee is asking for windows too, so this is for both.
Today celebrates my mother. You really should get to know her.
People say that we grow to become our parents, boys grow into fathers, daughters grow into moms. Am I lucky in that regard! This is what awaits me:
In Il giardino dei tarocchi
She loves bestia, to read and to make others happy (that car race must have been really the last thing she wished to see but it was my birthday).
In Bagno Vignone
Mom reading Lidija Dimkovska
Mille miglia race
There is much more about her, though. Not only she must be the oldest Slovenian rapper (here in my old, “skater” shirt),
she also writes poems. Here is one from her first collection of poems for children, illustrated by Mina Fina and published in Slovenian:
Kaj delajo fantje v vrtcu by Meta Maksimovič
Tine mi meče drobtine iz bližine, Vito me vleče za kito kadar jem pito. Zvone mi krade bonbone in skriva balone. Samo me suva v ramo, ko se igramo, Rok me spravi v jok ko mi vzame sok. Le Dado ima lepo navado, da nosi mi čokolado.
Illustrated by: Mina Fina
I translated it into English because I would really like for the whole world to enjoy her poems (another one is here, soon the translations will make a book as well). Now it sounds like this:
Fred, you throw pieces of bread
On top of my head
Nate, you’re pulling my braid
When the table is laid
Boon, you hide my cartoon
And blow my balloon
Zak, you push me in the back
When we play in the shack
Sly, you make me cry
When you steal my pie
Just Clyde is so very polite
He gives me chocolate, I bite.
And this is what I could add (hippies, like partisans, will NEVER die out, no matter how others count on old age to do them in):
Maybe it will all really be okay, mom. Imagine that! I’m happy that you like what I did to your poem. Wishing you a happy heart (and many more heart-shaped stones that you collect and can be seen on the top photo), a peaceful soul and calm sea. Happy birthday!
In San Galgano Abbey
New year in Piran
In Bagno Vignoni
Photo: MM & BM (last)
You have all seen them, photos of Tuscany. Rows of cypress trees, a road up the hill, patches of green.
Well. We chose a wrong day to go to the Val d’Orcia valley. It was a day before the storm. This is how it looks like if you take photos without a light. But we will be back, geometry is truly exceptional. And Pienza is a very charming town. Thank you, Dunja W., for making me remember it.