Food-related dreams of foreign travel.

Dream 1: I am in Athens. It's Sunday, and time to get to the airport to go home. I've only been there a few days, and haven't had any time at all to do anything I wanted to do there. (This is a recurring theme in occasional Athenian dreams I have.) I have forgotten my way around town and am worried I'll miss my plane. Worst of all, all of the little food stores (bak‡lika) and kiosks (per’ptera) are closed so I can't buy my favorite coffee milk. MilcafŽ (clever name, neh?) also features prominently in such dreams, and it is usually not available. Perhaps it no longer is.

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