“Ada! Please, come with me,” said Pınar to her daughter. Ada was laughing and running around in the garden. “We are on an island where kids are free to be happy”, I thought. We were having a rich breakfast with fresh tomatoes and homemade jams at Akarsu Kalyopi, a family-owned hostel in the center of Bozcaada. Ada (meaning island!) also lives there, with her parents and her grandma Seher, who has been running the hostel for more than forty years now. (Instagram: Kalyopi Bozcaada)
I had a great talk with Peter Keller few weeks ago, a prominent wine journalist in Switzerland. Let’s read how his journey in wine started and discover the Swiss Wine Industry!
It was early in the morning. I was making coffee and getting ready for work. A headline caught my attention: “We will eventually construct the artillery barracks at Gezi Park!” said the president of Turkey Erdoğan three years after the Gezi Park Protests.
I caught my train at Gare de Beaune at 12:31 pm. I placed my blue luggage on the rack, opened my laptop and carefully put the wine case under my seat. I had been travelling over the last few weeks between Pommard and Zurich. (more…)
It was 17:30 in the evening; I was listening to ‘Begin the Beguine’ by Ella Fitzgerald and I finally jumped on the Piccadilly line. It was the rush hour and I found a spot to squeeze in with my small bag and two boxes of wine glasses. I could feel the weight of the flashcards in my pocket. I suddenly noticed that I had a big smile on my face. I couldn’t believe that my journey as a wset diploma student was over. (more…)