Four Seasons- Bali
It starts in Berlin (it’ll end here too.)
5 O’clock is barely end of the business day but my girlfriends and I have been sitting at this café working since 10 and the weißweinschorle started flowing at 4…
Singha Beer and fruity drinks at a café backed against a temple with a giant gold buddha reflecting into the garden.
5pm means if you’re not at the beach yet, you will be soon, because that’s where sunset and social hour happens, every night.
The campground has a cave and it’s set up for dinner. Candles line the wall, a fire in the corner, someone has a guitar, wine is flowing, the meat? I don’t ask. I am pretty sure it’s zebra.
We sit at a café, we’re outside but white linens cover the tables, there is a lovely dry chapmpagne and oysters, nothing else matters.
A light aperitif joins our cheese and salami, a deep fruity but dry red accompanies the homemade pasta, and the most amazing grappa joins our tiramisu.
Sake and sushi, ramen, and rice, what else is there to say?
5 pm is usually my favorite Argentinian Malbec, it goes great with a hearty beef soup, but sometimes Club Colombia Red hits the spot when we’re at the corner shop chowing on corn empanadas.
I walk into the bar, the bartender calls out, “Hey Rubia- Here’s your Tanqueray!” Cold gin and a front row seat for sunset? How can I go wrong?
A picnic on top of Table Mountain, cheap white wine in plastic cups, vegan salami and fake cheese, but the company is all love, and the weed is strong.
We’re back in Berlin…
…on a sidewalk in front of a restaurant in the middle of the summer. We started with Aperol Spritz but it’s not long before the rose is the main attraction. Charcuterie and smiles complete the show.
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