Last week over breakfast I decided that taking yourself out to breakfast -- solo -- must be one of the world's most underrated activities. There's lots of articles about taking yourself out to lunch, or dinner, but breakfast? Simply not done. But let me tell you: it's pretty awesome.
I didn't have to fight anyone for the last tomato, and I got to eat as much cheese as I wanted, and -- this is the best part -- the bal kaymak was all mine. Bliss.
The trick to taking yourself out to breakfast, I think, is to go somewhere close to home -- no need to travel very far -- go out early, and have a great view. Now, not everyone can sit two feet from the Aegean but there are lots of other views and places just as nice in the world.
The truth is, I've come around to this city called Izmir. That's a survival mechanism of sorts, I suppose. You can't live somewhere for three years and continue to hate it. That requires too much energy, energy that could be used instead for jogging and dancing and having fun.
The trick to it is to travel. A lot. It doesn't need to be very far -- Istanbul or Foca will do. I just need to get out of Izmir at least once a month, twice if possible, to wind myself up a bit, have a good party, eat some stellar food and remind myself that the world does not begin and end with home.
Which -- let's be honest here -- isn't too bad at all.
