Walking through a city that has stood for twelve centuries; placing my feet in the Mediterranean; riding a gondola. We dreamt of all these things. But the one thing we talked about for hours and hours about? And was hands down, the number one reason we were going to Italy?
It was the food.
The pasta. The bread. The cheese. The gelato. We talked about it. We pondered about it. We dreamt about it. Then, just hours after touching down in Rome, we had a pizza margarita placed in front of us. We didn't even move. We just sat there taking in the aroma and the beauty of it. Do normal people ogle over their pizzas the way we did? Probably not, but that certainly didn't stop us. But wait. When we finally took a bite? I think we just about died and went to heaven. Every thought and dream we had had didn't even come close. I mean, come on, this was Italian food. IN ITALY.
Every morning in Rome, we walked down the street from our hotel to this little pastry shop. It was the most delicious start to the day.
Venice had a beautiful outdoor market. I wish we could have stayed longer to sample and enjoy the selections.
One word - gelato. Yum yum yum.
The most expensive cafe you'll find in all of Venice - Piazza San Marco (St. Mark's Square). It's a lovely square, but be advised, you should buy your Bellini down the street...
Even now, I miss all the outdoor seating. Throughout two weeks, we only ate indoors twice - once for lunch and once for dinner. There's no better way to experience a culture than through its food, surrounded by the language and within sight of all the country's beauty.
Labels: Food, Travel
