After months with the wind in my hair, coastlines past my peripheral, and pastries ever in hand and tum, I’m finally going home. Economy Class has nothing on the Mediterranean. These pretzels make me miss baguettes and camembert and tiramisu ferociously.

Leaving the Mediterranean is bittersweet. I’m itching to see my friends and family to tell them about all of my adventures. About the fashion in Milan, the colourful Old Port in Nice, the ornate mosaics in Lisbon, the laissez-faire lifestyle, the love affair with Romeo, the ever-flowing Cava in Spain. Oh my! Everything. I can’t wait to tell them everything. I hope they’re up for a 4-day slideshow. I promise to bring snacks.

I am definitely wistful for more. Yet, I am bringing back SO much of this place with me. In more than just memories and selfies.

I’ve spent this month creating the dream: formulating a way to bring all that I love about the Mediterranean – the people, the community, the lazy days, the romanticism, the laughter, the art, the colours, the music, and of course the food – back to the people I love in Toronto.

When I land, the dream will start.

It’s called “Ricarda’s”. And I promise you, it’s So Med.



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