A European Progressive Dinner
Wen went to Europe and she ate…
- Cheese in Amsterdam (I’d have eaten more, but I kept getting sick)
- Waffles and chocolate in Belgium (We were there less than 6 hours, so I felt that was pretty good.)
- One amazing meal in a proper, backstreet, French restaurant near the Louvre in Paris. (We missed the crepes by a couple of hours.) There was an onion soup course. And chilled nougat with two fresh coulis.
- Sausage in Munich (and crepes, to make up for the Paris problem. And I watched Imm - who was an excellent German tour guide - drink some kind of beer.)
- Strudel (apple and rhubarb versions) in Salzburg
- Schnitzel (with noodles) and Sacher Torte in Vienna (although, technically the noodles were spaghetti. And actually my favourite thing there was the freshly squeezed orange juice.)
- Pizza (zucchini, eggplant, and gorgonzola) and Pasta (hommade tagliatelle with a mushroom and bacon cream sauce) and Gelato (ambrosia, lemon, and deep chocolate) and Panna Cotta (Oh. My. God.) in Venice.
- and Baklava, Spanakopita, Yogurt with Honey, Moussaka, Stuffed Grape Leaves, Gyros, and Veggies Roasted with Fresh Wild Thyme in Athens and Androni (which is on Limnos)
Wen also saw some interesting things, and did some other interesting things, and sketched and painted many pretty places and things. And she met some interesting people, performed some impressive navigation, and rode planes, trains, and boats. But she did not take even one single photo. Because she rejects conventional tourism. Or something.