Because - truth be told - our latest trip to Singapore was everything we hoped it would be. And then some.

Even though our trip has undergone many, many revisions and the timing of when to be where had military grade accuracy, one date was rock solid. The French Laundry. As soon as we had decided to do it...

The last load of our washing machine hasn't dried yet, empty bags still linger in our hallway and far too many emails are crowding my to-do list, gathering more e-dust by the hour. We're home again. The welcoming sunshine at the airport was an insidious trickery ...

Enough is enough! After a week of constant rain we decided to leave and go west. Like... in a few thousand miles west. I'd love to claim to have this level of spunk, but the trip was planed well ahead...

...eating out was a completely different story, oftentimes our eyes were bigger than our stomach. No, all the times. Skordalia, tzatziki, saganaki, fried calamari and sardines, fried eggplant, different kinds of souvlaki, pastitsio, moussaka, dolmades, pantzaria, taramosalata and what not were regulars on our dinner table...

The first morning in Nice greeted us with airy blue skies and flip-flop weather and we couldn't wait to get down to the beach front, not shy asking the hotel's receptionist for a small city map and a few recommendations. The air and its scent, the sea and its unbelievable intense blue, the short stroll into the city center along the coast side...