Trier: you'll be in my heart

Tonight, when walking back to the hotel, I cried... You've been good to me, and I now know I'll miss you. See you soon.

Porta Nigra, Trier

Daisy the Duck and lobster

At first sight Daisy might not have anything to do with lobster but it was the name we picked at Key Fisheries (Key Marathon, Florida Keys) to be shouted through the restaurant's megaphone once our order was ready. You see, it's easier to shout a well-known comic book character than boring or unpronounceable surnames. A-Z-I-N-H-E-I-R-A, say what? The restaurant itself is at the harbour, so some customers anchor their boats just beside it and come to make an order. We tried the Reuben Lobster - it was heavy in our stomachs - full of carbs (wrapped in big slices of bread) and fat (with cheese dripping from it and fries as side-dish) - but heaven in our hearts. That's the way an American meal at the waterfront should feel like, a marathon-size feast. We dragged ourselves back to our Dodge and drove south. We engaged in a monologue with the cutest bambies in sidewalks at Key Deer. We continued our tarmac adventure and finally reached Key West to discover its hidden treasure: Key Lime Pie! Where were you all this time?  Will we ever meet again?

Key Deer, Florida Keys

Lunchboxes and the Emirates

We were positively surprised by the Seychellois. They don't dress tastelessly, which is amazing given the scarce garment shops in the islands. Especially on Sunday morning, it's a treat to see older ladies coming from the church with pristine white and pink dresses, adorned with hats that remind the Roaring 20's. They live in not-so-shabby houses, are well nurtured - they can make a mean octopus curry taste wonderfully in a Styrofoam lunchbox - and actually travel. The daughter of the owner of the guesthouse where we were staying in La Digue actually told us that, since her brother worked in Abu Dabi, she went there already twice. Though she didn't like it, nor she liked Dubai or Singapore. Thailand was her thing, which made us wonder (with all respect for Thai people, food and landscapes): why is the grass always greener on the other side of the fence, even if paradise is on this side?

Victoria Market