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OZ In Istanbul. Day 2

November 27, 2014

It’s Saturday and it’s Istanbul.

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ozview

A slick preview on the website of the place we are having breakfast the second day will water your mouth for sure. It’s called Sütis (www.sutis.com.tr). I’m having meneme, their traditional breakfast, which is the best you can get in the morning while in Istanbul, the Turkish friends whom we met later told us.

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While in Istanbul you must take the tram. To feel the whole vibe. The locals, the language, the diversity, the colours and the sun rays entering the tram and the whole city make a rich and romantic scenery.

istanbul from tram

This is how we get to Sultan Ahmet area and we intend on staying here for the whole day.

If travelling could be done for a living...
If travelling could be done for a living…

But hey! Not before this!

baklavaaaaa!
baklavaaaaa!

This is where we get off the tram for a coffee. And baklavaaaaa! Perfect, I would say.

Gotta keep it light. Right. Baklava is still my favourite Turkish sweet snack.
Gotta keep it light. Right. Baklava is still my favourite Turkish sweet snack.

Now we can sightsee!

the Blue Mosque and me
the Blue Mosque and me
just the Blue Mosque
just the Blue Mosque
the Blue Mosque and me again yuhu!
the Blue Mosque and me again yuhu!

Now we are heading to Top Capi, but how bot crave for this? When it’s right here, in front of you.

Fresh juice on every corner. Nice!
Fresh juice on every corner. Nice!
Tadaaa! Pomegranate juice! Yum!
Tadaaa! Pomegranate juice! Yum!
Top Capi. The line is too big for us on this beautiful shiny weather...
Top Capi. The line is too big for us on this beautiful shiny weather…

But Gülhane Park is just wonderful! Totally unexpected weather and sights.

Nice hat
Nice hat
Great park
Great park
Hey, world
Hey, world
Lift off
Lift off
We have a lift off
We have a lift off
Autumn, you look nice!
Autumn, you look nice!
Mhm!
Mhm!

And as if this hasn’t been so eye-catching so far, the bar we get to has this view. And vibe.

O o!
O o!

Heading to spices bazar. The famous spices bazar. Walking.

Hey, sun!
Hey, sun!
Still in Gülhane park
Still in Gülhane park
Want some? Yeah, sure!
Want some? Yeah, sure!
No filter...
No filter…
It's getting crowdy in here...
It’s getting crowdy in here…
Busy, busy
Busy, busy
Not so busy :D
Not so busy 😀
Spices bazar. This is it? Ok, this is it. And we move on.
Spices bazar. This is it? Ok, this is it. And we move on.
And on... :|
And on… 😐
And on... And on...
And on… And on…
Aaa! There is the place we ate the night before! Ali Ociakbasi.
Aaa! There is the place we ate the night before! Ali Ociakbasi.

The thought of food (I suppose…) makes us take the train. After all. This train!

The funicular
The funicular
Not bad...
Not bad…
In a matter of seconds we were on the other side. In Taksim, that is.
In a matter of seconds we were on the other side. In Taksim, that is.

Isticlal Cadesi is one of my favourite places to be in Istanbul. Both for the fresh artsy-shmartsy crowd and for the night life.

I'm waling down the street with my...
I’m waling down the street with my…
I said...
I said…

It feels like taking a break here, but nooo.

View from W hotel
View from W hotel
Love the night life
Love the night life

We just change and off we go to eaaat! To the poshest place in town, they say. Our great hosts for the evening. The beautiful friends Merve and Orzan.

Sunset grill and bar
Sunset grill and bar
Sunset grill and bar
Sunset grill and bar
The view at Sunset grill and bar
The view at Sunset grill and bar
Playing, playing... Still not eating
Playing, playing… Still not eating
Waiting, waiting...
Waiting, waiting…
We aaate!
We aaate!

Sunset grill and bar looks awesome. You need to book a table here in advance. Everything feels pretty posh and fancy. Too bad the food was a loooot better the night before. At Ali Ociakbasi. Not so glam, but oh! So goooood!

Two things I discovered in Istanbul that day. That Saturday day. That I, in fact, like roasted chestnuts and that:

!!!
!!!

… All this while it was snowing in Bucharest.

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OZ In Istanbul. Day 1

November 02, 2014

Istanbul. Three days are too little to get to know it. Three phrases are too little to describe it.

Pick-a-boo in Istanbul
Pick-a-boo in Istanbul

Yet, you can see its spark while walking through the beautiful plane-tree streets, passing by the most glorious palaces surrounded by restaurants and coffee shops (around 14.000!!! on tripadvisor.com only). You can feel its beat. Because it is a beat out there and you can sense that something’s going on somewhere for sure. Something’s cooking somewhere (be back to cooking later. Jesus!). And then there’s the sound of the prayers coming from the mosques that you can hear all over the city for five times throughout the day, everyday. Catch the vibe! There or, sooner yet, here.

View from taxi
View from taxi

So we are excited and anxious to see the city, still the waking up at 4 a.m. keep us in the hotel for breakfast. Ah! The hotel breakfasts are just perfect. And so was this one. Good food, sunshine on our faces and a nice view.

The walk between the beautiful trees takes us to the boat ride.

Beautiful plane-tree streets
Beautiful plane-tree streets
Fresh Friday morning
Fresh Friday morning
When u were supposed to be at work
When u were supposed to be at work
And instead u're here
And instead u’re here

The Bosphorus, the world’s narrowest strait, is our first encounter with the city and it is the exact balance (literally) we need for the moment. We took the red tour and we found ourselves between Europe and Asia right away. Istanbul is the only city in the world divided between 2 continents and the rest is, well, visual.

Oz in Istanbul
Oz in Istanbul
Chill from head to toe
Chill from head to toe
Cool snd stuff
Cool snd stuff
Goofy stuff
Goofy stuff
One the two bridges over Bosphorus
One the two bridges over Bosphorus

We get off right in the university area and though the vibe is crazy, we still manage to walk again between the trees (and the traffic). This is how we get to The House, a cozy, cool restaurant where we enjoy a glass of wine. That’s it, ’cause you have to see why.

"The house". Still on Bosphorus. At sunset.
“The house”. Still on Bosphorus. At sunset.

Now I told you about the latter part. Well, this part is all about the food. Extremely good food. Because when in Istanbul you must go to Ali Ocakbasi. And you eat there. After you almost starved the whole day, ’cause you need to be prepared for what’s to come. Because it keeps on coming. The food.

Before
Before

We just set. Our Turkish friend was just beginning to tell us how this place is where they celebrate anniversaries and stuff (so this is why the mood there is so celebrating and full of life). Nothing comparing, though, to their delicious cuisine here. And I am all about celebrating, in general. So we just sit and tadaaa! Three waiters carrying a huge tray with food salute us. I wish I would have had the time to take a pic, but everything happened so fast. This is what I got. Because the whole night was all about enjoying. And endorphins. Of all kinds.

Mezzes at Ali Ocakbasi
Mezzes at Ali Ocakbasi

And just when it couldn’t get any better, the desert came. I usually can not eat the desert right after dinner. But Matei told me: “Trust me, you have to!”. He was right. The Kunefe (in the middle) was beyond delicious! I also tried it in another place but still here, at Ali Ocakbasi, it was the best!

My favourite desert (aside from the good baklava I can eat whenever). KUNEFE (in the middle).
My favourite desert (aside from the good baklava I can eat whenever). KUNEFE (in the middle).
Just as soon as I could get my mind off of it.
After. Just as soon as I could get my mind off of it.

Felt like walking on sunshine afterwards.

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Life On An Island

September 15, 2014
I think I could leave it all on the continent and move onto the island.
walking on sunshine
Walking on sunshine

Just forget about the whole everyday madness, the crowded places, the anxiousness of the city, the roads people wander rapidly on without even knowing exactly why, the high expectations that come and then go when you realise things aren’t the way you dreamt of them to be. And go on a beautiful island where you can take it one day at a time.

one day
1 day

Working, I’m not saying otherwise. But differently. Having the most beautifully lighted bar on the beach, with the most friendly people, fun mood, tasteful food, loving crowd, great music and only happy thoughts in our free minds.

let's move here!
Let’s move here!

It’s not about the job. I love what I do. It’s not about the family and friends, love them (obviously), too. But just for a brief moment here I dream of living in the most cozy house on the beach, next to the love of my life. And we have “that”.

I am writing this while on the ferryboat that takes us from Skiathos back to the continent and I cannot stop staring back to the island and dream. Of a totally different life from the one in the city and the one I have always wanted myself to have (or at least I thought I wanted). Is this for real or is it just the sad idea of leaving the vacation temporary home?

don't want to leaaaaave
I don’t want to leaaaaave.

Or the island…?

Skiathos came to become more than I would have expected it to. We made plans of where to go and what to do and see. Yesterday was the last day spent on the island and we realized we didn’t even get to Lalaria, the most famous beach in Skiathos, nor to Skopelos (the island where Mama Mia was shot), nor to Windmill (a popular place to eat in the town) and I didn’t get to do water yoga. All because of the coziness we felt at the Skiathos Princess Hotel we stayed in. And we are not even that type of tourists.

I'm looking at you
Hey you.

We did most of the things on the agenda in the first days: riding the boat, eating in town by the tripadvisor.com rankings and sightseeing in the meantime. Then we, kind of without even acknowledging, slipped into the most chillout mood lately. Sometimes all you have to do is just go with the flow (?!?!?)… The breakfast was fully enjoyed every morning along with the large view over the sea, a chocolate crêpe and beautiful people in the restaurant. Rania, Christina and Yani, hello! Told you I will write about you. You (and the whole team) rock!

Off to the hotel’s beach or pool. It’s paradise.

And just when it was too hot, off we jump into the car, straight from the sun bed to see the surroundings. No plans, no nothing. The road was our guide to the wildest beaches, through the most beautiful pine forest (I wish I could attach the scent of it), with views that took our breaths away.

Megalos Asselinos beach
Megalos Asselinos
this is the way
this is the way
the ring above my head
The ring above my head.
this is our beach! Platanias
This is our beach! Platanias.

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We formed our little, magical universe between the hotel area (beach, pool, beach bar, pool bar, lounge) and the splendid island neighbourhood, so at night we didn’t even bother to get out in town, we just stayed in and it was perfect. The hotel’s Pipeira (à la carte Italian fusion restaurant) turned out to be the best place to eat in Skiathos (that’s if you want to take a break from Greek food). The Leto restaurant is nicely designed and we picked a table where we could look at the chef while cooking for us. The chef was great and the staff the best. (Ha! You again!).

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It was a full moon on the last night. Cannot even put into words the mixed feelings…

how can I make this moment last forever?
how can I make this moment last forever?

Well, I’ll try. My eyes weren’t dry in the morning when we left at 6 a.m. to catch the ferryboat I am writing this from.

the sunrise over Skiathos as we leave :(
And the sun is up again… over Skiathos

And I’m back…

On my arrival, my dad: Aww my chocolate is back! On my tanned skin.

Me: Yeah, I should be more on holidays! Just to be get the whole tan on the planet and by tan I mean the whole experience above.

Dad: You should! That only depends on you… 😉

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It is still summer. In Skiathos

September 07, 2014

Paradise… Just another word for vacation.

Hello, vacay!
Hello, vacay!
Mom, dad, I'm heeeeere!
Mom, dad, I’m heeeeere!

It is a cool (as in great, not cold) weather right now. It looks like it is going to rain. Or not. Here, on the beach. Because it is September and I am a pleasure delayer. Not on purpose. I wanted turquoise waters and boat rides, he wanted a nice hotel. This is how we ended up in Skiathos and the timing couldn’t be any better. We’re in for the hot days on beautiful beaches and for the thrill of watching (and being under) the most beautiful thunderstorms. As we speak, actually. It rains, after all. Wish there could be a way to attach the fresh air to this. You can close your eyes, though, inhale and imagine. The beach, the sea, the sand, the sunbeds, the relaxed people, the sound of the waves and… the rain! And just when your skin starts to burn… Tadaa!

thunderstorm

Goosebumps. Both metaphorically and literally
Goosebumps. Both metaphorically and literally

The sun is back. Yet again. I don’t know if it’s always like this or just now, in September. We’ve been here for almost a week and every day is like a surprise. You don’t know what to expect. But that’s the fun of it. As with life. You never know. You just have to enjoy the ride. Because this is all we have. And the view after it all is just… Magic.

The calm after...
The calm after…
Magic
Magic

Greece has a lot of islands, with estimates ranging from somewhere around 1200 to almost 6000 (inhabited between 166 and 227). Skiathos is a small island (12km long, 6 km wide in average) in the North West Aegean Sea and West to the island of Skopelos (where “Mama Mia” was shot. Remember those beaches? This is what I was after.) Among the European destinations, Greece seems to be the perfect one for untouched-by-human beaches. And the turquoise waters. And the boat rentals without any skippers. It’s just you, the sea and the sun. It’s paradise! Told you.

Anxious!
Anxious!
We gone take it to the moon, take it to the stars :D
We gonna take it to the moon, take it to the stars 😀
Yasas Agia Eleni beach!
Yasas Agia Eleni beach!
Takes us to the moon and stars
Takes us to the moon and stars

Forget about the clothes, the heals, the hair and make-up, the Internet, the worries! It’s just you, the bathing suit, a good book, maybe your favourite tunes and your dreams.

Sun, clouds, sea, beach, heaven
Sun, clouds, sea, beach, heaven
Dream on...
Dream on…
Chillax
Chillax

And the good food. The day beautifully starts with the hotel breakfast. I love it and I know I always say this. I cannot help it. This is how much I love it.The view over breakfast is all you need to see every morning and the staff is smiling. And you smile…

At night it’s all about the tavernas and the rides to them. It’s the time to get a glimpse of Skiathos town and its surroundings. The place we’ve visited twice already is Marmita (our favourite so far). Ranked the 3rd in Skiathos town, it has a beautiful vibe, fun owners and good sea food tagliatelle. The 1st ranked in Skiathos town is Kookonaris and its view over the port at night is marvelous. The desert that we received on the house, too. From my Greek experience, the host is a big part in tavernas. So is in the 1st ranked in Skiathos island restaurant, called Anastasia’s. The owner is as delightful as the food. And the wine. Retsina is the traditional Greek wine.

The rain stopped. Off to my sunbed. And dreams.

My dream...
My dream…

PS: my dream is to have a house on the beach someday… With flowing, white, silk curtains. And love.

 

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Swinging In Vama Veche

July 09, 2014
The excitement of waking up early in the morning to leave for the seaside. The packing of it all (literally) for the beach. The first sight of the sea in that first ray of the day.

It is Friday afternoon, after a full day of work, and I don’t know what to grab faster to put in my bag and leave. For Vama Veche.

After a short nap (myself, not driving, enjoying a Salitos instead) on the highway we arrive at our destination. We try to mingle – by car –  through the people walking both on the road and on the sidewalk. Not cool trying to get in by car in Vama… Hipsters would never do that. Maybe this is the reason for not having roads here… Too mainstream.

Amphora Hotel is less than we expected it to be (except for the receptionist who is very smily, war and friendly), but anyway, who is there to stay in? We change in something warmer and we are ready to paaaartey. And party we did. In two different UGGs. They were supposed to be my main fashion warm item of the weekend. And they were. One of my mom’s. One of mine. (Imagine the hurry of packing!)

UGG different boots and sizes

When wishing on swaying your body to a good music, while being dressed as for a campfire on a beach, you could count on Amphora. Or, better yet, swaying in a real swing right below the sea at night, with Snow Patrol in the background? You got it!

You feel like dancing on tables (on all kinds of music) and feel the breeze in your hair, on your skin and in your bones (it is pretty cold out there), then you should pass through Expirat.

The morning came pretty soon and we are back on the beach. Just laying. The main thing with the beach here is that no one really gives a damn. Everyone is just chilling. No muss, no fuss. No Mamaia – let’s say – fuss. You just enjoy the beach, the sun, the sand, the quiet, the love and the water not so much, since it is pretty filthy. Right on time for the wind to be there and to chill you.

hello from vama veche

From time to time a new place pops up in Vama. It is Sandalandala’s time to shine now. It is a vast place for camping in a pretty elegant and clean way. On the grass, under the moon. Weather you have your own tent (20 Lei) or you rent one (200 Lei), showers and toilets included, you can enjoy the whole “Vama experience” the new hipsters’ way. The design is nice – Ipanema slippers everywhere -, the food is OK – you should definitely try the Focaccia with Nutella after some smoking or drinking or both -, the music is good – chillout -, the milkshakes are done by a nice barman – the banana one tastes smooth.

Sunday finds us on the beach. This time around with some really beautiful mixed music coming from Amphora (yet again).

Just perfect to read a book. My choice for the weekend? Women, by Charles Bukowski. This was a present for my mom some time ago. I knew at the time this is an international best seller and that was it. Just later I found out, while watching Californication, that this book stands for inspiration for the show. Too late, my mom had already read it. I don’t know for whom it was a bigger of a surprise. For me or for my mom. Since the book is full of explicit sex scenes, dirty language and alcoholism. All in a very talented way of writing. Pfew.

You can absolutely not leave Vama Veche without having eaten pancakes from Clatite… Something. The simple one with Nutella rules. Ok, the one with Nutella and jam is fabulous. The one with cheese and dill is fresh. The fried one with Nutella and Rum in a melon is interesting. Or is it just me and my addiction to pancakes…? To Paris…? Maybe!

pancakes in melon

The sunrise in Vama +

…are a must! A! And the kiss…

Vama Veche ain’t no Coachella, nor Saint Tropez. It has something on its own… Something you have to discover yourself. Good or bad.

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Hey, this is me (Cristina Pavelescu) wearing a music cassette sweater, writing from Bucharest, Romania (and, luckily, from wherever elsewhere), yet always living in the world of OZ. A world I create, choose to move around in and invite you into. To truly smile in front of our computers, put any kind of questions, answer in writing or imagination, marvel at fashion.

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Oops, A Burger!

June 30, 2014
It’s 10 in the morning, it’s Sunday, the sun is in the house and I’m happy, clap along if you feel like a room without a roof! A healthy shake in the morning (almond milk, bananas, raspberries, apricots, pineapple), a good book, a 6 km run and a shower later I find myself ordering the burger that’s about to become the best I’ve had in Bucharest so far. Speaking of burgers.

The bun is crunchy and sweet enough, the meat is medium done (as I asked) and tasty, the tomatoes, the pickles, the salad and the fries on the side are waiting for me to mix as I please. A coleslaw salad is on the plate and even though you think, at first, that maybe it’s too much, you can not but taste a bit once in a while and it seems so right. It’s the drill. So maybe I had a few good burgers in town, but none of them had this service. The burger had the right temperature and the waiter was great! We were all a smile when we left, wishing each other a fabulous week. And so it shall be!

Premium cheeseburger, regular, Osho restaurant, Primaverii, 19-21.

Oh, and btw, the debate on the hamburger’s origin is still on. It is either from the USA, either from Hamburg, Germany in the 1990s.

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Geneva in a day

February 18, 2014

And so it begins. Our trip to Portes du Soleil. Scheduled time Saturday, 13.35, estimated time 16.00, canceled in the end, at 17.30. We wait for a solution at ticketing and it seems like all the departures for today have been canceled. So we’re thinking “Ok, let’s leave tomorrow”. While in line, I am looking at the timetable. I can see some check in openings. “Oh!” My mind had just been adjusting to the idea of leaving tomorrow, when suddenly there is this slight possibility of leaving tonight! Nope, nobody’s leaving. “Tomorrow then”, I thought. It was Tuesday the day we left, after all. “Oh nooo, so on Monday I have to go to work then…” And so I did. Never mind that or the tones of snow fallen over Bucharest or the chaos it caused.

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Tuesday finally came! The 8.10 flight to Geneva is going to take us closer to our holiday destination. The morning arrival time is the perfect excuse to spend an entire day in the second largest city (after Zurich) in Switzerland and came later to become the perfect beginning of our vacation. The whole day was like a surprise. Even though there were only 3 degrees outside, the sun makes this day look like a spring day. Spring holiday day kind of day. So we rent a car and begin the journey. Since I knew Geneva is one of the most important financial and diplomatic cities in the world (and also the city that hosts the highest number of international organizations in the world, I later found out), I figured the amount of traffic and people would be likewise. Somewhat huge, and busy, and nasty. Was, though, pleasantly surprised when I could feel the relaxed vibrations, step by step, all over the city.

First stop, the coffee shop Boreal (60, Rue du Stand). When parking the car outside (instead of parking it inside and paying for it, as we’d done later), you must have a special “macaron” (that’s its real name) indicating the time you had parked your car so that you know when an hour and half have passed and you have to move it elsewhere or leave. Yes, this is a rule. And so we did at 11.40 in front of the coffee shop. Boreal is a nice place with a calm atmosphere to stay in for good coffee and bites, reading, writing or a nice chat.

We had 45 minutes left of parking, so we took a walk in downtown Geneva. I couldn’t help noticing the clean, neat, yet pretty fun architecture. Rather small buildings, but almost each with something original about them. Either with cozy, romantic balconies (with just a tiny table with a chair on one side and another one on the other side) which I am crazy about, or top floor enormous windows with beautiful views (I can only imagine the gorgeous natural light inside, the fireplace, an elegant comfortable couch to lay on oh!) or nice pastel colored, with fresh flowers facades.

We arrive in Plainpalais (near Rue du Rhone, the Champs Élysées of Switzerland).

A vast place where people gather on weekends and do fun stuff. Watch plays, ride bicycles, read in the sun, do sports, socialize, organize flea markets. Or go more artsy-shmartsy about it and do this. In case of just a couple of minutes to be in this place: smile, kiss, play and make a picture.

We walk back to our car. We don’t want to get any fine for not moving the car after an hour and a half. We rode for a while to get the vibration of Geneva. Playful sun rays through pretty narrow streets, small green places guarded by trim trees, calm drivers in their clean cars, nice window displays (the notorious shops of Rue du Rhone and the cute boutiques nearby), beautiful views at the end of every street.

We got to Cornavin, the main railway located in the centre of the city. This time we leave the car in the parking to be sure we have enough time to enjoy Geneva and grab a good bite. Just as we come out and go on Rue du Mont-Blanc we spot the Mont-Blanc itself. Proudly reigning from above, over the Lac Léman, one of the largest lakes in Western Europe and our companion for most of the rest of the day.

Actors Noël Coward, James Mason, Peter Ustinov, Richard Burton, and Audrey Hepburn all lived in villages on the shores of or in view of the lake. There is a memorial statue of Charlie Chaplin along the promenade in Vevey, a city on the northern shore of the lake, where the actor spent his final years and died. David Bowie moved to a chalet to the north of Lake Geneva in 1976, which inspired him to take up painting and informed the first stages of the “Berlin Trilogy”. Pop singer Phil Collins lives in a home overlooking the lake. Rock band Queen owned and operated Mountain Recording Studios (which is still in use today) in Montreux (also on the northern shore of the lake). There is a statue of lead singer Freddie Mercury, who also owned a second home in Montreux. Ex-Formula 1 driver Michael Schumacher lives with his family in a home overlooking the lake.

While admiring the view on the right (the lake and its surrounding vays with lavishing houses), I couldn’t help noticing, yet again, the beautiful blocks surrounded by lovely trees, amongst the most luxurious hotels in Geneva, on the left, on Quai du Mont-Blanc (Kempinski, President Wilson, D’Angleterre).

It is rather weird, in a pleasant way, how in one of the most important economic centres in the world, you feel this relaxed, with people jogging or walking their pets on the cliff on a Tuesday afternoon, and not heavy at all, as you would expect to feel.

But this all from above are nothing compared to the simple, yet wonderful park we have just arrived in. Geneva is often referred to as the “City of Parks” due to the fact that over one quarter of the city is covered by public parks. Many of the parks were once grand estates that were later dedicated to the city. Most of the parks are situated along the lake with stunning views of the surrounding mountains. This one is called Park Moynier on Route du Lausanne. There is this cute, romantic bench right at the entrance. Can’t help laying here for even just a bit.

As climbing up the small hill I feel as if entering a tale sort of field. With astonishing views wherever I look at, neatly dressed people who salute you with a warm smiling “Bonjour!” (just like that!) and birds singing from the pretty tress.

When talking about trees… There is this tree. “Probably the most beautiful tuilipier in the world” is written on the card attached to it. It must be.

The History of Science Museum, a former estate home, is located in the center of Park Moynier. Outside there are this two “ears”. You can say “Hello!” in one and someone from near the other one will hear it. It is actually an old method for people to communicate. Read this on the plate between the plates.

We think of ending this serene day with something super good to eat. That is how we got to Ole-Ole (11, Rue du Fribourg). Surpisingly, it is a Spanish cuisine and even more surprisingly, we found here the best cheeseburger in the world. Ok, don’t think of something out of the ordinary or something super exclusive. No. It is simply the right amount of every ingridient and each of every one just perfectly made in the most welcoming place with friendly host. Just as simple.

Time to go back to the car and head to Port du Soleil. One great day in Geneva. Inhale… Exhale… They don’t call Geneva “The Peace Capital” for nothing, after all.

Or maybe it was just me and the things I felt that day. The sun on my face on a winter’s day, the lightness of a vacation day on a Tuesday and the love… Everyday.

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Hey, this is me (Cristina Pavelescu) wearing a music cassette sweater, writing from Bucharest, Romania (and, luckily, from wherever elsewhere), yet always living in the world of OZ. A world I create, choose to move around in and invite you into. To truly smile in front of our computers, put any kind of questions, answer in writing or imagination, marvel at fashion.

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