I often get asked the question, “What is your favorite place you have ever visited?” After 22 countries, four continents, and countless cities, that question always strikes me as an impossible one. How can you compare India and Peru? How can you rank Santorini’s fresh tzatziki versus Tel Aviv’s home grown tahina? Each new location gives me new inspiration in its own unique way and I am happy to keep discovering new favorites. However, as with everything, personal experience can shape your opinion of a place, and there are certain experiences that do stand out for me.
One of my favorite ways to explore Brooklyn, and New York for that matter, is on foot. Walking down the side streets, intersecting through movie sets, impromptu photo shoots, adorable canine meet cutes, and colorful produce stalls all weave together to create a vibrant sojourn of culture, cuisine, and cute overload.
Visiting a new city or country can be an explosion of new experiences. From the sights, sounds, and scents, each new place has its own brand identity that can be vastly different than what you are used to back home. One of the best ways to dive right in and get a taste (literally) of the local flavor is by experiencing its food. For some, this means trying every street cart in sight, while others prefer to indulge in only the top rated restaurants. No matter which method you prefer, there is always one course that remains universal. Dessert.
Here are 8 sweet treats from around the world that are guaranteed to make you want to grab that passport and jump on the next flight out.
Taking a boat ride down the famed Ganges River is to learn the saying “waste not, want not.” The river serves many purposes for the residents of Varanasi, some that seem a bit conflicting to the foreign eye.
Varanasi, India is home to world class weavers and a huge textile industry. I was lucky enough to get to visit these craftsman and observe as they handled the enormous looms with grace and dexterity. The process looks impossibly difficult, and the colors are blindingly bright and beautiful as they become a small part of the larger piece. While some of these looms were located in large warehouses or studios, many were housed in the homes of artisans, passing down the craft to each new generation. It was here in Varanasi, the last stop on my trip through Northern India, that I finally purchased a sari and learned the proper technique to tying it up.