June Garden Update

Things are finally starting to bloom here! Look at the clematis going wild this year:

We also have lots of happy roses, some ours and some from the neighbors, poking through the fence.

I really like the red ones. I’m proud how much they have shot up, even though I didn’t do much for them!

 This little corner with the neighbor and my clematis and the climbing roses is just lovely. Also look at that lavender at the left in the box going nuts!

My cherry tomato plants are also coming up nicely, but I’m not sure when I should transplant some to a new spot. There are too many here for one pot!

Also my lettuce, which looks a bit spotty already. I haven’t started picking it yet because I’m intimidated, but I should start.

And the pink climbing roses, which seem more like bush roses, on the other side of the balcony.

I’m really impressed how many things came back from last year and do a lot of real spring growing in April and May. It’s so fun to watch!

How are your gardens coming along this year?

AC/DC Zürich

Kay has wanted to see AC/DC for a long time, so I kept myself on the ticketcorner mailing list to try and snatch some tickets up whenever they decided to come back. Unfortunately though, within 10 minutes of sales, the tickets were sold out and already being re-listed on ricardo.ch for 1500chf a piece or more. Even when they released tickets for a second weekend show, those also sold out within ten minutes. Infuriating!

Kay found some tickets being sold through work at a ridiculous amount, double the list price, but he decided to splurge for them because he doesn’t really spend money on himself aside from traveling and I agreed that he deserves a treat. The person selling them tried to push the price even further up, but Kay made it clear that he would not buy them for more than double. That’s just cra-zy. (Yeah, it was already a crazy price…)

Soo…. how did we like it?

Well, we had what at first appeared to be awesome seats to the stage. But as you can tell from the photo, we are right at the edge of a staircase that happened to lead down to the pit.

That banister down to the left was actually a little off-way from the stairs and people would stand there, or on the stairs in front of us and take photos during the WHOLE show. Now, at first you wouldn’t think it’s so annoying, but keep in mind that:

A: We paid for seats and this is Switzerland, if you pay for a seat, you sit

B: If you try to stand in your seat, you WILL be yelled at by the people behind you and by security who were shooing the people away in front of us all during the concert

C: There were like 50,000 people coming up and down those stairs during the whole concert. As soon as one person left or was made to leave, another would come.

It got really, really annoying.

At first, I tried being nice and just tapping on people to get them to leave, but as the concert went on, I was more and more angry about not being able to see anything and people got drunker and drunker.

Would you believe that most of the people stopping who refused to move on were men? They all felt like it was their damn right to stop on that staircase without paying for a seated ticket and just enjoy the show from there, in front of our seats, while we had a nice view of their asses.

You might wonder, why didn’t we just stand up? Well… I mentioned the people sitting behind us who were quite angry as well. Plus there were security guards making the people leave from time to time. They just weren’t fast enough to stop the troves of concert goers at all times.

Aside from that, which parts of the show we did see were awesome. But it was really hard to concentrate. I became a very angry woman who was shouting at a lot of people in German by the end of the night. Some of them gave me some attitude and for once, I just did not care. I yelled at those men to go away, sit down, get out of my face because I paid for a ticket to SEE the show!

Only at the very end of the show did everyone around us stand up, and then we could stand without having the guards tell us to sit down or the people behind us try to murder us. But man, between that and the fumes of cigarette smoke wafting up from the rows below us for the entire concert, I don’t think I ever want to see another concert in Letzigrund ever again. It’s pretty horrible for non-smokers.

But yeah, been there, done that. AC/DC, down in the books. And if you were wondering, yes, seeing Angus Young deliver a guitar solo worthy of the likes of Spinal Tap was a once in a lifetime experience and I am not sure that the younger generation will get to experience such fine solos like that in the future. It was something unforgettable!

Gluten Free Helsinki

So, this post is obviously a lot shorter because we really didn’t see or taste much of Helsinki in just one day. I’ll just combine things here instead. We spent most of the first day in museums because the weather was supposed to perk  up on the Sunday and Monday of our long weekend. Maybe it’s karma or coincidence, but as we were heading home early on Sunday, it ended up raining anyway and was really depressing weather to match our moods.

A bit of sun peaking out on Saturday.

Down by the waterfront. On the way to the very interesting the Mannerheim Museum, which I suggested to Kay because it was nearby the design museum and I wanted to see a Finnish household. Little did I know how important Mannerheim was to Finnish history. We had a lovely tour guide.

We passed by this cool little market at the sea in the morning and they had this booth with all gluten free things. I was planning on coming back on Sunday to try them out because they were a bit busy and almost cleaned out by the time we visited again in the afternoon. Maybe next time I’ll finally try them?

After the Mannerheim museum I was really famished, so we made our way back up the coast. There were tons of little stands with food, but nothing mentioned gluten and I didn’t really find anything that looked safe to eat, so we stopped by Cafe Strindberg because it came up in my search for GF restaurants saying it had “lovely gluten free sandwiches.”

We almost left the cafe because after sitting at an open table next to the bar with tons of waiters running around, they ignored us for a long time before giving us menus. We were actually putting our coats back on when they came with the water and menus, but the service was sooo slow.

We also noticed people next to us drinking champagne at 2 in the afternoon and agreed that this was probably not really the place for us. It was pretty expensive even by Finnish standards. We are used to expensive places in Zurich, but they didn’t really have a gluten free menu and the waitress was pretty unhelpful about explaining what I could order. She just said it was possible and then left for a long time before taking our order and when she arrived, it turned out I could only order like two things on the menu, one of which was a salad.

When the sandwiches actually came, they were pretty tiny (that’s a dessert sized plate up there) and didn’t really satisfy either of us. Coffee and a small sandwich for the both of us cost around €28.

After that we went into Stockmann’s, which had way more gluten free options being a grocery. We also found several types of gluten free beer that we brought back to the hotel. Unfortunately we only tried one kind on Saturday night because we were saving the others for Sunday night and we couldn’t bring them in our carry-on home on Sunday. 🙁

Here below is a gluten free treat from Stockmann’s. Very light and airy! 🙂

For dinner we went to Kaarna Baari & Keittiö, which also wasn’t exactly cheap or quick, but it filled us up and was tasty.

Enjoying the long sun rays from our window spot. Our appetizers came fairly quickly. I ordered the wild duck and a hard cider and it was yum!

For the main, we both ordered the reindeer sirloin, but it took almost an hour to come after we ordered. Kay was getting really impatient because he was so hungry. It tasted great, but we did not order any dessert afterward because of the long wait.

I was looking forward to going to a few more places on my GF list, like the Gluto Street Food option in the mall near our hotel, but we just didn’t have the time in the end.

Helsinki seemed nice, but I’m not sure we’ll go back soon with the memories of how the trip turned out. But we still have our other city trips planned this year like Luxembourg and Porto, so soon we will be back to our weekend traveling.

An Awful Day

Helsinki did not turn out to be the fun weekend trip we had imagined; On our second morning, we woke to the alarm and Kay saw an urgent email from his father, so he Facetimed him. I was still half-asleep when my FIL jerked me out of my reverie with the most unexpected words: “Mami liegt im sterben”. (Mami is dying.)

I didn’t understand all of the rest of their conversation as Kay’s father explained what happened, but Kay told his father, “I’m coming,” and then we flew into action trying to find a flight home as soon as possible.

We knew his mother had a brain bleed and it was bad, but I was afraid to ask more on the bus to the airport. Neither of us could believe this was happening. The phone call seemed like an awful nightmare. Everything was moving in slow motion and we were afraid to hear more news about her before we made it home. We prayed for a miracle.

It took us eight hours and two delayed flights to get home and by the time we made it to the hospital in Winterthur, I gripped Kay’s hand tightly as we entered the ICU ward together.

A nurse met us inside the dark ward to take us to Kay’s mother. As she started explaining how it would be overwhelming to see his mother hooked up to a ventilator and many tubes, Kay desperately asked for an update on her situation and her outlook for recovery. That’s when the nurse explained that it was too late… she would not recover from this. She didn’t say the words then, but I started crying as I realized my sweet MIL was brain dead.

It was scary and foreign walking through the dim back halls of the ward to the patient rooms, past elderly people hooked up to machines and people obviously in pain. We arrived at my MIL’s bed and it was too much… the machines, the tubes, the ventilator, and there sitting next to her was my FIL holding her hand.

“It’s all over,” he said as we all started crying together. We hugged him tight, so tight, and tried to catch our breath that this is reality, that this was really happening.

Through tears, my FIL explained how they had been watching TV together on Saturday night and then my MIL went up to bed while my FIL took a shower. When he came to bed she was snoring loudly, far too loudly, so he asked her what the deal was, and when she didn’t wake after he tried to rouse her, he knew something was terribly wrong. He called the ambulance immediately, but when the squad arrived they said the outlook was grim. She’d obviously had a massive brain hemorrhage.

At the hospital, scans confirmed that a third of her brain had filled with blood. Not only was the location in the inner brain inoperable, but recovery chances from such a massive bleed were next to nothing.

We waited for my BIL to arrive from the airport. His reaction was even more heartbreaking than Kay’s. Disbelief and utter, total heartbreak. These boys had such a special connection to their mother with Portuguese, it was truly excruciating to see this connection sever in front of their eyes.

Later on, the doctors explained how it was likely that she went to bed and very shortly after had an entirely debilitating, expunging stroke. They explained how often, stroke victims have some physical response in the hospital if they are still “there” at all, like raised body temperature, sweating, etc, that show that the person is suffering. My MIL had none of that.

She displayed no sign of hearing upon arrival, pupil reactions in one eye were already gone and followed with the other one by mid afternoon, and she did not display any kind of sign that she was still with us. Her brain had stopped telling her body to pump her lungs, but aside from that, everything else was normal. Her heart beat, she was warm to the touch and it appeared as if she were just sleeping and might wake soon.

Together, as a family, we agreed that the doctors would do one more neurological exam before marking her official death. We all agreed that we should donate most of her organs. My FIL and her had only talked about it a little, but the rest of us were also sure that she would have wanted to help others in any way possible. That was the kind of woman she was.

The transplant coordinator thanked us for all coming. We asked her what she meant, isn’t it normal to come in an event like this? But she told us, unfortunately most of the time she deals with families where they either cannot deal with the circumstances or do not want to come. That was surprising and depressing, but it also showed us how strong our little family is.

Those hours in the hospital were truly horrible and I hope it is a long, long, long time before we ever see an ICU like that again, if ever. There were a lot of words in German that I had never, ever heard before and hope I do not have to hear them again for a long time.

We spent the following week planning her funeral and asking ourselves, why? Why her? Why now…?

She had just turned 64, the retirement age for women in Switzerland. By law, you must work until the end of the month of your birth to reach your pension, something she and I complained about together because we were both born on the first of our birth months. She had one more week, three working days, until her pension started. One fucking week.

Instead of bringing the snacks to work that she’d purchased for her leaving party, my FIL was heading there to clean out her locker. We canceled their joint 60th birthday for my FIL and retirement party for her and on what should have been her first day of retirement, we held her funeral mass. How’s that for irony?

The next day, on the fifth anniversary of my engagement to Kay, we buried her in the family plot that we’d all visited together just a few years ago. We knew she wanted to be buried there, but never, ever imagined that we would take her to rest there so early.

It is still so hard to believe that she is really gone. We accept it, but it is still so difficult knowing that just a short time ago she was here. Moments before she went to bed, she wrote on one of my Helsinki photos on Facebook: “Have three wonderful days in Helsinki. Kisses.”

I really, really wish we had had three wonderful days there and that we could tell her all about it right now. 🙁

Athens Food Tour

Kay and I had never been on a food tour before Athens, but this was hands down my best decision of the trip.

I wasn’t even thinking about food tours, but I stumbled upon the site Culinary Backstreets while searching for Greek celiac restaurant cards. I realized that they offered food tours, so I emailed them shortly before we left to check if it’s OK to handle a gluten-free diet. They responded quickly with a positive answer, so I booked a tour for us that Wednesday evening, with not too much notice for our Saturday food tour.

The information email said to come with comfortable walking clothes, shoes, and an appetite. I’m always a little nervous about food with my diet and low blood sugar, so I still ate a small cereal bar before we left our place just in case there would be issues finding me gluten free options on the tour. You need to be prepared as a celiac. Kay on the other hand, ate nothing before we left.

When we met up with our guide and fellow food tourers on Saturday at 9:30am. The guide was actually a few minutes late because he was picking up some special gluten-free items for me. I really appreciated that he made the extra effort to pick up alternative options for me on such short notice. He only really had Friday and Saturday morning to prepare for a gluten-free eater!

First stop was breakfast:

Greek rice pudding with cinnamon, Greek yogurt with honey and walnuts and baklava, which unfortunately did have gluten in it. What can you do? When the guide explained the “bite of shame” which is the leftover piece that everyone is too ashamed to take, I pressured them to eat the gluten for me.

In the past, I would take the bite of shame without any shame! I also used the excuse in the tour if something was gluten free that I should take the bite of shame for that item because I can’t eat the other things. It works to my advantage sometimes. 😉

If I couldn’t have the baklava, I was going to go crazy on the other two. The Greek yogurt and honey was SUMPTUOUS. Om nom nom.

The rice pudding was also so delicious. I am such a fan of cinnamon in the morning. The only thing missing at this first place was coffee.

On the way to the second place, our guide stopped at a local bread stand where he explained how lots of Greek can grab a quick morning bite similar to New Yorkers and their bagels. I couldn’t eat this one either, but Kay could enjoy his pretzel.

The second place ended up being a donut place, at which point my hopes started to dampen a bit. I was worried that the whole food tour would be like this.

Look at those donuts… covered in honey. They look so yummy! So gluten-y as well. 🙁

My hopes were lifted though, when the guide gave me a special gluten free cookie from the bakery he’d stopped at earlier that morning. It didn’t look as yummy as the donuts, but I was happy to be included still.

Kay also assured me that the donuts were actually not nearly as sweet as they looked and that compared to our pre-gluten donut escapades in the US, I was not missing out.

Our next stop was a local feta shop:

My excitement perked up. Dairy is on the table again thanks to a recent food test, so I’m all about the cheese again! 🙂

(Photo by Lund Brynilsen)

Who wouldn’t be excited to eat fresh feta made by little old Greek men? Look at that pro!

We tried two kinds, soft and hard. Kay preferred the soft kind, which is almost never exported from Greece, but the hard kind was also extremely tasty.

After our cheese, our guide took us on a tour through the meat and fish markets:

I’ve been to fresh food markets in halls in cities before, but I have never really been to a meat market like this. It was quite an experience: Loud, smelly, a little abrasive and the threat of blood and animal parts flying through the air. I am not sure we would have ventured in on our own, but I’m glad we did.

All around the meat hall, the place was packed with butchers chopping meat and shouting to potential customers. The butchers used wooden blocks, which surprised Kay because they are banned for hygiene reasons in Switzerland.

The butchers also didn’t have much protective gear. Most wore their own clothes and did not use gloves. Some were smoking or drinking takeaway coffee while they worked.

After we passed through the fish hall where we all tried not to get our feet too wet, we arrived at a little tiny hole-in-the-wall place.

I liked this place if not just for the Ouzo at 11 in the morning. 🙂 One of the other girls on the trip did not drink alcohol, so guess who landed the extra “shot of shame” here?

(Photo by Lund Brynilsen)

Here, the guide also slipped the cook some special gluten free bread for me, which you’ll see in some other photos further on. For gluten free, it was a surprisingly nice, normal bread. At first I was wary because I did not believe that it could really be gluten free, but I had no reactions to it later on, so it was the real deal.

I had a different plate from the others here as well. I think they had some meatball type thing which had gluten, so I got seared shrimp instead. My favorite part again was actually the fried cheese.

Finally, on to the coffee place Mokka! It was almost noon and Kay and I had not had any coffee before we left, so I was really looking forward to this!

The English couple on the trip explained that they had already ordered Greek coffee and were told not to stir it, which they hadn’t understood. They stirred and drank and had a horrible experience because Greek coffee is like Turkish coffee, as we found out.

You need to let the coffee sediment sink to the bottom after brewing, so you sweeten the coffee while cooking and then let the whole thing settle and absolutely do not stir or you will get a mouth full of grinds!

Kay makes Turkish coffee at home sometimes. It’s one of the only coffees that we drink sweet with a bit of sugar and kardamom. So I knew that I would be a fan of Greek coffee!

The brewing process, which admittedly is a bit different than how we make our Turkish coffee on the stove:

The brewing tins look the same though:

And the result is a nice, subtly sweet cup of mocha. 🙂

After coffee we walked to Kotzia square by the city hall of Athens where they hold a local food market in the springtime.

Our guide explained that the market is not open like this year round or even all summer. In the summer, it gets far too hot, so everyone leaves and heads to the islands to cool off.

Here we sampled fresh olives and a special kind of black one without salt. They were wonderful! I’m a big olive fan as well.

So much fresh produce for cheap prices. I wish I could do some weekly shopping here!

(Photo by Lund Brynilsen)

The strawberries also smelled heavenly, even if the guide said that they do not taste that great.

Next we landed at a popular local restaurant.

This place was packed. Even with the guide bringing us there, we figured that it must be nice if the locals are going. We tried to come back for dinner here on our last evening and were disappointed to find that it was closed. A Greek pair tried the same thing though, and they were also disappointed to find the restaurant not open.

Here they served tapas-like food with cheese and meat.

This time we finally had some meat!

On the plate in the bottom of the photo was a special cut of camel, which we had never had before. I thought it tasted fine. You are supposed to take the salty edging off and leave it behind before eating.

On the way to the next place, we passed by a spice market.

When we searched for the previous restaurant again, we came through the spice streets again while they were closed and you could still really smell all the strong spices in the street.

The guide also explained a bit about how the city developed without some good city planning, so some of the streets and buildings are very narrow or very strange shapes.

The second to last place was more fast food style. Time for some souvlaki!

No… the gyro below was not for me, but look how tasty with the fries it looks! Mmmm.

I had my safe bread again, but could eat the souvlaki normally with tzatziki. We were warned not to eat too much here before our big meal at the end.

Funny thing… the guide gets feedback from the restaurant owners and the person who owns this place asked, “Your customers, don’t they like my food? Why don’t they ever finish it? What’s wrong?” and the guide had to explain how it is for a food tour and that people are saving space. Everybody is worried about not being able to try everything with all the delicious food stops!

Finally at the last stop, which was the entrance to some kind of inside tunnel mall. The guide explained how lots of places like this developed when the city needed more space and less streets and walkways.

(Photo by Lund Brynilsen)

We definitely never would have come in here to this restaurant. The entrance was a little dark and scary. I am positive that we would not have ventured in here. We would have missed out!

(Photo by Lund Brynilsen)

Here we had a wide array of fish that Kay and I would probably also be intimidated to try. It was great having a guide just order whatever and tell you to try it. 🙂

We also had potato salad and bread.

The others could try the batter-fried calamari while I had the grilled octopus below. The guide said he actually prefers it below rather than deep fried.

Some white fish… fish galore!

And good old grilled feta and tomatoes. Oh my, yes please.

At the “last supper” we could finally stuff ourselves the rest of the way. Kay had been trying not to eat all the gluten-y bites of shame that nobody else wanted and without as much bread as the others, I was also still fairly hungry. We definitely left feeling very full!

I don’t think I can recommend this food tour enough. I felt really well taken care of with my celiac disease. Exceptions cannot be made for everything, but they were very accommodating and I still tried such a wide array of food. Kay of course got to try everything. He found the price a little expensive, but I thought it was fair for a 5.5h guided tour to all these special places. Having a guide speak Greek with the restaurant staff was also really helpful for me and I loved not having to worry about my food choices that day.

I will definitely be looking into tours in other cities that we visit. Have you been on a food tour while traveling?