We wandered the streets searching for somewhere serving something traditional.
Eventually we found a cafe with a window display of freshly baked Slovenian cakes. The establishment was called Gujžina Prekmurska Gostilna.
Naomi had tried Prekmurska Gibanica on her first morning here whilst I was still on the train, but I was yet to try the layers of filo pastry, poppy seed, apple, and cottage cheese.
We entered the dimly lit cafe and took a seat by the window.
The Prekmurska Gibanica was delicious. Not too sweet and not too creamy. It balanced the flavours beautifully. What I’d thought would be a gelatinous or soggy texture, was instead smooth. Continue reading →
Kelly, my first couchsurfing host, is confident, outgoing, and independent. She lives on her own in a studio apartment, and has only ever travelled alone. She loves it that way, she says. “You can do anything you want, you don’t have to check with anyone, and you can change your plans without having to think of anyone else!”
Having Kelly as my first host was brilliant. When she picked me up from The Pink Cafe I was raw with emotion and wanted to curl up and cry under a blanket and stay there. However, with Kelly as a host I wasn’t able to. Which actually, was great, and exactly as it should have been. Her enthusiasm for total independence helped me get my gears moving.
As we walked the streets of Neukölln she told me about the area, “This is the hipster part of Berlin. All the young people come here. It’s where everything is happening.” I told her about my plans to go to Adlershof and Pankow. “Why you go there? There is nothing there! Everything is here!” Continue reading →