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DELPHI, GREECE— Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. Back home, I have several options. There is my “Daddy Breakfast,” the go-to morning meal I make at home at the request of the children. It’s the same every time— Allan Benton’s bacon cooked in my cast-iron skillet, hash browns cooked crisp in the greaseContinue reading “Eating Europe, Week Four– Breakfasts and Views”

9.9.11 11:15 a.m. I woke up in the tiny ship’s cabin in the port of Piraeus near Athens, Greece at 6 a.m. Jill was awake and had been looking out of our porthole for the last two hours. She wasn’t interested in the city view of Athens, the activity in the port, or the dockworkersContinue reading “My Day (so far)”

My week in 111 words or less: We regretfully left Bologna, drove a beautiful stretch of Italian highway along the Adriatic Sea, spent two nights in an ancient Southern Italian town— Ostuni— with tiny streets, lost my wife at a laundromat, was verbally accosted by a crazy Italian man, spent the night on a ricketyContinue reading “Eating Europe— Week Three”

After leaving Jill at the laundromat, it took two hours to find the spot where we dropped her off. The GPS wouldn’t recognize the address. We met some very nice Itailan people along the way.

I am in the early stretch of a one-year, 30-country, tour of Europe. By the end of this journey— if I do my job correctly— I will have written two books, hundreds of blogs, and completed a few magazine assignments, while eating my way across the continent.   By the end of the year, IContinue reading “Bologna”

I love this city! Great food, friendly people, beautiful architecture

My wife, son, daughter, and I left New Orleans and flew to Chicago, had internet on the plane- nice, changed planes, flew to Helsinki, Finland, changed planes, flew to Copenhagen, Denmark, changed planes, flew to Gothenburg, Sweden, the airline lost our luggage, picked up a car at the Volvo factory, bought a GPS- good purchase,Continue reading “My week in 375 words or less”

“Something is rotten in the state of Denmark”— Hamlet, act I, scene IV. Shakespeare’s Marcellus was wrong. I love this place. COPENHAGEN— Quick, tell me everything you know about Copenhagen, Denmark. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Yeah, me, too. If someone had asked me that question a few months ago, I could have told them that “Hamlet”Continue reading “Copenhagen”

open-faced sandwich