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Hi, I’m Eleanna!

Welcome to Flying Fork Tales!

At age 18 I went on my first solo trip abroad and loved every bit (even taking the wrong subway line and ending up in the opposite direction – more than once!)

With ten years of previous blogging experience, I created Flying Fork Tales to help independent travellers have authentic and sustainable travel experiences without compromising comfort. I write about destination guides, hidden gems, traditional foods to try, travel tips, and my favourite boutique hotels.

How I got bitten by the travel bug

To begin with, I was born into a multi-ethnic, multi-cultural and multi-lingual family. Even though I was born and live in Athens, Greece, my family also has roots in Istanbul (Constantinople), Odessa, Varna, and Bucharest. As a result, I grew up hearing stories about faraway lands and cultures, often in different languages.

My family’s favourite festive dish was (correction, still is) my paternal grandma’s Romanian Salată de boeuf. In addition, my maternal grandma’s Russian tea parties were legendary (with cakes, sandwiches, jams, and much more).

In Istanbul, my maternal grandfather’s birthplace, in front of the Blue Mosque

I got bitten by the travel bug when, at a couple of months shy of 5 years old, I went with my mother on a plane trip from Athens to Crete. Seeing the world from high above for the first time was incredible! Moreover, Crete itself is a fantastic destination. The food is delicious too. It was an unforgettable experience.

Fortunately, my parents also loved to travel. We went on many trips together, both around Greece and abroad. And once I finished school, I went on my first solo trip abroad. I loved it so much that it’s still my favourite way to travel.

In cold and windy Copenhagen at Christmas. Even my beanie had a fur lining!

Why I created this blog

I first thought of creating Flying Fork Tales during the 2020 pandemic (being stuck in lockdown indoors means there’s a lot of free time for new projects). Despite all the gloom and doom, or perhaps because of it, I created this blog to remind us how freeing travel can be and how much joy it can bring to our lives. Just planning a trip can make people happy!

“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”

Mark Twain

Learning how other people live, what they eat, and their joys and fears can be a powerful reminder that what unites us is more than what divides us. So it’s all the more important to respect local customs and traditions and support the local community.

As a solo female traveller, I know all this can sound intimidating. But it’s not that difficult really! With a little common sense as regards safety, solo travel can be a very empowering, rewarding and enjoyable experience.

What is the blog’s mission?

Flying Fork Tales is a travel blog focusing on sustainable and ethical travel, but without compromising comfort. Kind travellers are happy travellers! In addition, I believe that food is how a culture expresses itself, so there will also be posts about local cuisines.

I share destination guidestraditional local foods to try, my favourite boutique hotels and travel tips to help you best plan your next trip. I am particularly fond of boutique hotels because they feel less like a hotel compared to chains, are more intimate and offer personalized service. Trust me, it makes all the difference when you’re alone in a strange city. Many of them also support local artisans, food producers and artists.

You can follow my updates on Instagram, TikTok and Facebook. Or you could join my mailing list to get blog updates straight to your inbox. For collaboration opportunities or just to get in touch, drop me a line.

Happy travelling!


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