Summer Love

Every summer I do realise how much love a man can give to nature.
I get curried away staring at the sea,
listening to cicadas's resistant songs,
loosing the horizon's line from my sight,
feeling the hot sand into my toes
tasting pure summer flavors.

This is what I call a summer love.
Deep green, crunchy and breezy cucumber.

The picture is taken from my new friend Effie P. a brilliant photografer, in our trip to Parga.

Catari...non te scurda

What I crave for, during summer is pizza nights, not in front of the dull TV, but in a flowery, calm garden of a quite restaurant in the islands.
Catari (apart from the napolitan nickname for Caterina) is what I was looking for.
A brand new italian trattoria in Mykonos, where I could eat multiple times if only closer.  

This handsome man is Nikos, one of the two owners, who was more than kind and friendly. Open hearted.

Hippie chic ambiente, traditional vietri mosaic, musica anni '80 

with

Lollobrigida, Cardinale, Loren
the female mediterranean trinity, giving its blessing and beauty all over. 

Frisella con speck, gorgonzola e carciofini.
Salty, creamy, crunchy. Yum.

p.s. This is where I discovered my favorite pizza topping:
Mozzarella, carpaccio di manzo e crema di tartufo.

You can read my article in gastronomos.gr

Catari: Agia Anna, Yialos Mykonos, +30 22890.78571