Cambridge and Oxford. The homeless people read thick books on the Oxford streets. EVERY academic year is celebrated with various traditions (in Sweden, you get your degree sent by snailmail and then you have a nice dinner at the university if you want to come). Overheard a young man talking strategically about getting into one of the colleges and figured out right away that many conversations go like this.
First - flashbacks for comparison. In 2016, it was an almond ice cream in Málaga and a mushroom avioli with fried salvia made by an acquintance in Stockholm. In 2015, a ravioli and a pinsa in Italy. This year - the Michelin guide restaurant in Murcia, Spain; a soup recipe I found online and M's cooking. She seems to have a wand in her fridge. On Christmas eve, I met a lady, Monika, who makes the best cakes, period. Even when she tries new ways, without gluten, you are amazed by every bite. And even this year, of course, I came across a few memorable hamburgers with a story.
First photo taken of the year:
I have some ideas and wishes I have written down. Going by a Maglev train is one of them, and travelling in general. Learning even more English is also a goal, and Russian. Maybe finish a novel?