Thirteen days, three countries, six European cities, four tiny Franconian villages. We walked miles and miles; we sweated; we stammered unintelligible sentences in German, Czech and Polish; we explored countless farmers’ markets and more football stadiums than I could handle; we drank every local beer we could find; and we ate and ate and ate. It was incredible.
Mao sampled braised pork, various sausages, currywurst, meat in aspic, and the occasional vegetable. I thrived on salads, dumplings, gooseberries picked off the bush, fried cheese sandwiches and other creative vegetarian solutions to the meat centric diet of central Europe.
And now we’re back in Portland, with more ninety degree weather, but it’s Portland, our wonderful, wonderful Rose City.
And so to celebrate and/or mourn our return stateside, some food related photographs from our travels:
So much fun – and how jealous am I of your extended city adventures… Welcome back!