Days are chilly in Stockholm but rather than complaining about the non-existent spring - -3ºC last night, 0ºC when waking up... - It's better to focus on my dance classes and recall the great time in Athens.
This is the story of a Saturday when, without a clue - apart from Lonely Planet - about where the party's in da city, I decided to ask the DJ of the rave shopping center. Lucky me, I got two indications: Mamakas for booze, déli and deep house right before Villa Mercedes, aka the best club in town.
Satisfied with the info, we headed to the tourist route... Getting to the calm Ancient Agora.
Knowledge.
Olives.
Chocolate-filled Κουλούρι.
And Pakis, everywhere ;P
Nobody imagines the extent to which I miss that warmth, the calm breeze, the sun on my face. It's weird but I phisical- and mentally felt much better there!
Just one week to get to Amsterdam and a weekend of bittersweet farewells on target.
This is the story of a Saturday when, without a clue - apart from Lonely Planet - about where the party's in da city, I decided to ask the DJ of the rave shopping center. Lucky me, I got two indications: Mamakas for booze, déli and deep house right before Villa Mercedes, aka the best club in town.
Satisfied with the info, we headed to the tourist route... Getting to the calm Ancient Agora.
Knowledge.
Olives.
Chocolate-filled Κουλούρι.
And Pakis, everywhere ;P
Nobody imagines the extent to which I miss that warmth, the calm breeze, the sun on my face. It's weird but I phisical- and mentally felt much better there!
Just one week to get to Amsterdam and a weekend of bittersweet farewells on target.
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