Bucharest (Bucuresti) was once called “Little Paris” because of its lovely architecture, influenced by the elegant interbellum Parisian building style. Although I’m from Romania, I never got the chance to actually visit Bucharest properly, so when two of my American friends decided to see my home country, I took a couple of days to sight see the capital of Romania. Continue reading “Little Paris – Bucharest, Romania”
Since we had such a relaxing time in Sorrento, we’ve decided to get our adrenaline pumping and took the death-defying daredevil bus ride to Positano. Note to self (and others): next time, take the boat! Continue reading “Ciao, bella Italia (Positano)”
We arrived in the train station of Sorrento on a lovely early September day. We didn’t have to go far to find our accommodation but we did manage to miss it, and get turned around: down the street from the train station, past the shops and resisting the temptations of gelaterias, through the park and to the right; then, another right, a left and up the street. Finally locating our destination, we were relieved when we figured out how to unlock the entry gate. We were welcomed by a luscious lemon and orange grove with a path leading to an old house.
Picadillo [pikaˈðiʎo], means “mince” in Spanish and it is a traditional Latin dish, also popular in the Philippines. Recently, my Filipino friend Marc cooked this delicious dish for us and was kind to share his mom’s recipe, which he modified to create a healthier version. Continue reading “Mom’s Picadillo, only healthier”