A decorative bath house: two cute mythical monsters on the legs of a podium
Five years ago I had a chance to reunite with a couple of college friends. We hadn’t seen each other in six years and decided to meet up in Budapest where we spent an entire day at the baths.
I remember walking into the baths thinking we’ll be there for a couple of hours at most. But with the so many different baths, each with its own temperature, and multiple steam rooms and saunas, we had no trouble spending an entire day dipping into and out of different temperatures.
The baths I visited were the Rudas Baths (not the ones pictured here) and it was built in the 1560s when Hungary was under Ottoman control. The old structure provided a safe and soothing atmosphere through its warm lighting, trickling water and the bits of natural light percolating through the ceiling dome.
Baths in Potsdam, Germany
My day at the baths has been one the most fulfilling travel experiences I’ve ever had. Chatting with friends while rejuvenating the body in medicinal baths, sitting in water directly sourced from natural hot springs—this is the kind of travel I could get used to.
19th century aristocrats trying to relive the Roman experience with Frescoes
Unfortunately, it’s not very common.
The last bath house I visited was one in Potsdam, Germany. It was built in the 19th century in neoclassical style, emulating the Roman experience. However, it is under preservation so there’s no water, no bathing, and nothing to relive what happened there. Most likely it’s too expensive to make functional, but I don’t think it would hurt to have another old bath fully restored to its former glory.
A Greek Restaurant in Amsterdam: I love these figurines, they look like they might topple
Greek restaurants in Amsterdam have their own particular flavor. I’ve never seen such delicate decor or columns arranged in a specific way to enhance the 'Greek' ambiance. In Greektown Chicago, there are plenty of columns, but the scale is bulkier, the style is kitschier, and arrangements are less delicate.
I enjoy finding how each country reimagines foreign cuisine. Menus and ambiance have more in common with local tastes. I first encountered Greek food in Chicago, so I expected flambeed cheese to be at every Greek restaurant in the world. In Berlin, I couldn’t find my favorite Greek dish in any Greek restaurant. I asked old roommate, who is from Greece, and she had no idea what I was talking about.
"In many United States and Canadian restaurants, after being fried, the saganaki cheese is flambéed at the table (sometimes with a shout of 'opa!’), and the flames then extinguished with a squeeze of fresh lemon juice. This is called 'flaming saganaki' and apparently originated in 1968 at The Parthenon restaurant in Chicago's Greektown…" - Wikipedia
Standard drinking glasses are nicer in Europe. This place is probably not child proof.
While in Amsterdam last year, I had dinner at an Ethiopian restaurant. Like Ethiopian restaurants in Chicago and Berlin, the one in Amsterdam had more in common with the restaurants in Amsterdam than Ethiopian restaurants in other cities. The food might be the same, but the service, the water glasses and the seating was more classy than what I’ve experienced.
Same for other types of cuisine. In Paris, I was alarmed to find almost every Asian restaurants to offer a combination of Asian cuisine: Chinese and Japanese, Vietnamese and Chinese, Thai and Japanese, or all of the above. While this may seem offensive, the practice of having multiple Asian cuisine under one roof probably has more to do with the French history of colonization over a mix of Asian populations than the generalization of a whole region. Regardless, every country’s take is different.
Funny enough, the hipster cafes that are popping up all over the world have more in common with each other than any of the cafes or eateries that may seem foreign to a region. In Prague, I was 'introduced' to a quality coffee blend roasted in Berlin in the same way that same blend was introduced to me at a cafe in Berlin. In London, similar cafes are on every corner. Even in Taipei, I enjoyed third wave coffee in a 'rustic' setting. Of course there are slight differences in the interpretation of 'rustic' decor, but on the whole, third wave cafe culture is the same wherever you go. Unlike 'ethnic’ cuisine, modern cafes have no regard for local flavor.
"When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?"
"What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?"
"I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said.”
Making pasta and walking through the woods, highlights from the weekend
This is not a food blog. I make videos on food, but the videos reflect what I found amazing about my week. Coincidentally, it's often about food.
It's been a while since I made fresh pasta so I had an appetite for pappardelle. The weather was hot and I substituted the creamy sauce for fresh tomatoes. The dish turned out too watery, but I enjoyed the tasty pasta and the lightness overall.
Did a little hiking in the woods this weekend, swam in a river and got a ton of bug bites.
There was more mystique behind the photo than the subject of the photo.
Well-lit, despite the rainy weather
My motive for visiting the Pantheon was to replicate a famous piece of art. I wanted something classy for my home and thought it’d be simple to recreate a Thomas Struth, the photo the artist took in 1990 which later sold for over a million dollars in 2007.
When I got to the Pantheon, I was very surprised how impressive the space was. It was unexpected for someone who wasn’t there for the attraction.
I stared at the dome for a long time, marveling how something physical can look computer generated. It’s a shame they didn’t preserve the usage of the building, as a place to celebrate all gods, rather than just the Christian one.
I wonder how you can get to the 2nd floor. Really neat windows.
My first attempt: got the floor, the width but not the height
Second attempt: got the height, a bit too much, but it's half the width of the Struth I was striving for. I really enjoyed the marble inside.
Quickly I realized I couldn’t recreate the million dollar photo. The dome and the floor are too far apart.
My perspective of the Thomas Struth has changed. He totally used a special lens. And I thought it would be so simple…
'Always start out with a larger pot than what you think you need.' - Julia Child
This week’s coloring page is a minimal kitchen that’s sparsely filled. I like how children’s coloring books sometimes allow space to draw in details to complete the picture. The bottom shelves have plenty of space for dry food or other dishes. Since the kitchen cabinets are minimal, there’s room to make your own alterations, adding a knob or some sort of decorative front.
This time, my colors are inspired by storms, but maybe for my next design, I can find a way to transform the darkness of a dense forest online.
I get tired of how my blog looks so I change it a couple times a year. This time, I’ve used colors I found in a thunderstorm. Dark blue, stormy grays and a bit of warm gold-ish gray reflects the volatile clouds that unexpectedly part letting a stream of warm light run through.
It’s strange to see the same colors in my bedroom. I did not plan for that. It takes time for my own preferences to be revealed to me.
The text is not as crisp and clear but I feel like the voice behind the blog became softer. The 'medium is the message' and often online, I feel like there are pages yelling at me. Sometimes the font style or weight is too loud.
The dark blue background cocoons my shared thoughts. Compared to the white background and black text from my former designs, my blog has become a more protected and safe place to journal.
A place where everyone is invited to wear short shorts.
Gentle waves, warm water, perfect for swimming anytime
I didn’t expect much from Miami on my first trip many years ago. I thought it was a "cheesy" place known for bright clashing colors and butt implants.
After arriving, I found the colors and implants, as expected, but it wasn’t cheap nor was it cheesy. I remember staring at a woman with two butt cheeks the size of basketballs, spherically round to perfection. The level of craftsmanship is beyond.
For the first time, I felt confident about my thighs. Women were proudly exposing broad thighs, far broader than mine, and their confidence made me aspire for more curves.
Taken on the morning before my flight, I didn't want to leave without walking on the beach for the last time. The dark spots are from rain drops that landed on my lens.
Most of my life I dieted and exercised hoping to convert my thick legs into thin twigs. All I had to do was visit Miami. It felt good to be me.