TRAVELLIVE 04-2016
Istanbul, the first days of spring… I’m warming myself in the sun on a café’s balcony in the Old Town. The sunbeams are as stunning as the fine strands of newly reeled silk. Meanwhile the old oak trees give their morning greeting to the glossy stone road as their red-brown leaves gently fall. The Old Town is still half-asleep, like a lazy girl who’s turned off her alarm after ringing the first time. Sunlight visits each street, dancing happily on passers-by’s shoulders, making the atmosphere more intimate to me – the traveler’s first time here. I feel more amorous in Istanbul. I’m enchanted by everything, from sweet lokum to the light sour ice-cream with ground ice on top, or from the gorgeous domes of hundreds of mosques and palaces to their uniquely designed windows, and from the discreet eyes of Muslim girls to the multitude of boards and posters with the images of Besiktas – the city’s legendary football team. I have fallen in love with Bosphorus Bay since the first time seeing the seagulls hovering in the open sky, creating invisible strings that connect the two continents – Asia and Europe. The clear blue sky is reflected on the deep blue sea, giving me tranquility. I drop my last Lira into the water of the Bosphorus, not to make a wish, but in hopes that they will preserve my memories here. And somehow, the water currents might bring them somewhere else to be found by me again, or might accidentally be stumbled upon by a boy who is playing with sand on a sunny beach. Tomorrow, I will go to Grand Bazzar, buy some postcards, and write something to leave beneath the sun near a mosque before sending them to some friends of mine. I do hope that these postcards, together with the coins, will inspire and attract more visitors to this land. Uhm… will you come there?
Istanbul, the first days of spring…
I’m warming myself in the sun on a café’s balcony in the Old Town. The sunbeams are as stunning as the fine strands of newly reeled silk. Meanwhile the old oak trees give their morning greeting to the glossy stone road as their red-brown leaves gently fall. The Old Town is still half-asleep, like a lazy girl who’s turned off her alarm after ringing the first time. Sunlight visits each street, dancing happily on passers-by’s shoulders, making the atmosphere more intimate to me – the traveler’s first time here.
I feel more amorous in Istanbul. I’m enchanted by everything, from sweet lokum to the light sour ice-cream with ground ice on top, or from the gorgeous domes of hundreds of mosques and palaces to their uniquely designed windows, and from the discreet eyes of Muslim girls to the multitude of boards and posters with the images of Besiktas – the city’s legendary football team.
I have fallen in love with Bosphorus Bay since the first time seeing the seagulls hovering in the open sky, creating invisible strings that connect the two continents – Asia and Europe. The clear blue sky is reflected on the deep blue sea, giving me tranquility. I drop my last Lira into the water of the Bosphorus, not to make a wish, but in hopes that they will preserve my memories here. And somehow, the water currents might bring them somewhere else to be found by me again, or might accidentally be stumbled upon by a boy who is playing with sand on a sunny beach.
Tomorrow, I will go to Grand Bazzar, buy some postcards, and write something to leave beneath the sun near a mosque before sending them to some friends of mine. I do hope that these postcards, together with the coins, will inspire and attract more visitors to this land. Uhm… will you come there?
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travel Bµi vµ ∂nh: C∏c TrÛc<br />
Th∏ng T≠ c„ lœ lµ lÛc l˝ t≠Îng nh†t Æ” Æ’n th®m Yamanashi vµ Ibaraki Î NhÀt B∂n. Tπi<br />
Æ©y, bπn vıa c„ th” th≠Îng th¯c nh˜ng mŒ r≠Óu Sake cuËi cÔng cÒa mÔa tuy’t r¨i, vıa<br />
s®n lÔng nh˜ng chai r≠Óu Sakura chÿ Æ≠Óc lµm ra cho mÔa hoa anh Ƶo vµ n’m r≠Óu<br />
Umeshu ng‰t ngµo, thanh m∏t khi Ɔt trÍi sˆa soπn vµo hÃ.<br />
(*) Umaii: Ti’ng NhÀt, ngh‹a lµ vfi ngon, ˝ chÿ c∏c m„n ®n th¯c uËng ngon mi÷ng.<br />
Ai mÍi bπn ly r≠Óu<br />
Daiginjo, ch¯ng t· ng≠Íi<br />
Æ„ r†t qu˝ bπn.<br />
ßÑP TUY⁄T TçM SAKE<br />
Nªm c∏ch Tokyo chÿ 1h30<br />
di chuy”n bªng tµu lˆa (JR<br />
Shinjuku Station → JR Kofu<br />
Station), Yamanashi b◊nh dfi vÌi<br />
nh˜ng thˆa ruÈng, nh˜ng v≠Ín<br />
tr∏i c©y tr∂i dµi vµ thanh b◊nh<br />
qua nh˜ng con Æ≠Íng væng, Æãp<br />
nh≠ tranh gi˜a rıng.<br />
Th∏ng T≠ lµ mÔa thu hoπch cÒa<br />
Sake, lÛc nµy Æi Æ©u bπn cÚng<br />
th†y c∏c b„ lÛa kh´ Æ≠Óc bo trfln,<br />
treo ngay tr≠Ìc cˆa nhµ, b∏o hi÷u<br />
nh˜ng mŒ Sake mÌi Æ∑ sΩn sµng.<br />
H«u h’t nh˜ng nhµ r≠Óu Sake<br />
Æ“u trn 100 tuÊi, truy“n tı ÆÍi<br />
nµy sang ÆÍi kia, c„ n¨i ln Æ’n<br />
300 tuÊi, nh≠ nhµ m∏y r≠Óu<br />
Yamanashi Meijo. Lµm Sake,<br />
Æ«u tin ng≠Íi ta ph∂i chµ gπo<br />
m†t Æi lÌp v· protein bn ngoµi,<br />
chÿ Æ” lπi ph«n l‚i tinh bÈt bn<br />
trong - Æ©y ch›nh lµ “linh hÂn”<br />
dÔng Æ” ln men lµm Sake. ß”<br />
ti’t ki÷m, ph«n lÌn c∏c nhµ r≠Óu<br />
th≠Íng chÿ chµ kho∂ng 30% bn<br />
ngoµi lµ Æem Æi lµm Sake ngay.<br />
Ai chµ Æ’n 60% lÌp v·, chÿ Æ” lπi<br />
40% lµ s∂n xu†t Sake “qu˝ tÈc”<br />
- Daiginjo. Ai mÍi bπn ly r≠Óu<br />
Daiginjo, ch¯ng t· ng≠Íi Æ„ r†t<br />
qu˝ bπn.<br />
N’u bπn Æ∆c bi÷t th›ch kh∏m<br />
ph∏ nh˜ng nhµ s∂n xu†t r≠Óu<br />
theo phong c∏ch truy“n thËng,<br />
c„ lœ bπn sœ th›ch Yamaki Sake<br />
Brewery. Ng≠Íi chÒ tÀn t◊nh<br />
d…n t´i tham quan c∏c giai Æoπn<br />
lµm Sake. Gπo sau khi chµ, rˆa,<br />
h†p ch›n sœ Æ≠Óc Æem Æi Ò vÌi<br />
mËc Koji. C¯ ngh‹ gπo Ò mËc<br />
lµ kh„ ®n vµ bËc mÔi, ai ngÍ<br />
khi b≠Ìc vµo c®n phflng Koji,<br />
c∂ c®n phflng chÿ nghe mÔi gπo<br />
th¨m dfiu dfiu. Nh˜ng vin gπo<br />
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