Strefi Hill

Never been to Strefi hill or stayed on my own in Exarchia before. All new.

New that I chose to sit on those steps post dinner and listen to music on my solo night in Athens; conversely on other trips I would be getting as much flirting poured into my system to prove [to me] that I still have it and its not me its them. No, not on this trip. New, very new.

Exarcheia, steps leading to the top of strefi hill, punk kids, beers, a kiosk & VoX LoW.

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New state of being, bucket loads of therapy or that man unknowingly taking space in my thoughts?

I dont remember [other] specific thoughts. The questions are not that important now, only the feelings. Freedom to be, breathing effortlessly, taking in the raw and honest energy of life around me and the night’s closing dish, cacio e pepe.

A handful of real, authentic, character full ingredients, mindfulness, a touch of experience and feeling.

All you need to create a dish overflowing with honest deep pleasure. A tango of fresh black pepper perfectly intertwined in the glistening cream of pecorino cheese enveloping the pasta, like a fresh satin bed sheet on a summers night.

Every al dente bite, awakening the senses and caressing the soul.

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