The gyro that changed my life

🔪 From Line Cook to Flavour Chaser

I started culinary school young, and since then, food has never been just a job, it’s been my language, my compass, my obsession. I’ve always been drawn to the stories behind every dish: how it’s made, who made it first, and why it matters.

The more I travel, the more I realize that food isn’t just about taste it’s about memory, tradition, and belonging. You can learn so much about a place just by knowing what dish brings people comfort or pride.

✈️ Tasting the World, One Bite at a Time

Every new destination offers a new kind of flavour and you can’t fake it. The spice blend in one city, the way they char the meat in another, even the kind of salt they use… it all speaks. And it only speaks to you when you’re there.

That’s why trying local food is always my first priority when I land. Food isn’t just fuel, it’s identity. It brings people together, even when you don’t share a language. It reminds you that you’re part of something much bigger than yourself.

🌍 Why I Travel (Spoiler: It’s the Food)

Travel resets me. It makes the world feel enormous again and full of stories still waiting to be tasted.

There’s a kind of magic I only feel when I’m wandering through unfamiliar streets with no real plan, just a hungry heart and the hope of stumbling into something unforgettable. Usually, that something comes in the form of a meal.

🇬🇷 Greece: A Return to Flavour

I’d been to Greece once as a kid, but barely remembered it. I knew I had to go back this time on my own terms, with a big appetite and an open mind.

Sure, I’d had souvlaki and Greek salad before. But nothing could’ve prepared me for how it actually tastes in the place where it was born.

The first time I bit into a gyro in Greece, it hit different.

🌅 The Gyro Moment

We’d spent the whole day getting intentionally lost wandering winding streets, sun on our backs, hunger gnawing at us in the best kind of way.

And then: a side-street table, a warm pita stuffed with juicy meat and dripping tzatziki. That first bite? Heaven.

Right there, I knew this is what I came for.

💫 Full, Free, and Alive

It wasn’t just the gyro. It was the moment.

Late one night after dancing and laughing our way through town, a group of us roamed the streets like drunk treasure hunters, searching for one last gyro. And when I finally held it in my hand, hot, messy, glorious, I felt it.

That quiet, steady hum of this is exactly where I’m meant to be.

Not just full of food, but full of life.

Because sometimes, all it takes is one perfect bite to remind you exactly where you belong.