How do you feel when you just arrived in Italy, the country of pizza, pasta and gelato? Right, hungry! Especially after traveling by train all night and not having had proper food for many hours. After dropping of the stuff in our hostel we went exploring our neighborhood for some good food places around. Turns out there weren't any, so we turned out making our first Italian meal ourselves. A lovely pasta with pita bread, olives and fresh vegetables from a cute supermarket down the street.
However, the next day, we went to the city center where the smell of food, restaurant signs and waiters waiting at the doorsteps of the restaurants, basically surround you wherever you go. So we had pizza and salad for lunch on a nice Italian terrace and enjoyed the sun while eating and watching a pigeon almost commit suicide.
However, the next day, we went to the city center where the smell of food, restaurant signs and waiters waiting at the doorsteps of the restaurants, basically surround you wherever you go. So we had pizza and salad for lunch on a nice Italian terrace and enjoyed the sun while eating and watching a pigeon almost commit suicide.
Afterwards we had our first gelato, straciatella for Taylor, Nutella taste for Chloe and Yoghurt and berries for me. It was the best. Gelato in Rome was the best, we had it every day, sometimes multiple times. Too early for lunch but time for a snack? Gelato! Completely full after Italian dinner? Come on! Kind of chilly in the evening while walking back? Suck it up and still eat some ice cream!
A funny gelato story: I was ordering a special cone with some more chocolate on the side. The man told me it was a special ice cream cone and would be a little more expensive than the normal ones. Fine, I thought, I'm only in Rome once. I chose chocolate and he started making the icecream. It became huge! All of a sudden he started throwing a lot of cookies and additional colored eatable items on and it became the fanciest ice cream cone of my life. Then came the price, and I was scared. The man had already made this masterpiece and I couldn't turn him down by telling him that I wasn't expecting this. The price hurt, nine euros and fifty cents (about 15 US dollars) (but we're in Rome and that's all that counts).
The third night in Rome we bought two bottles of cheap wine and drank them on the Spanish steps in the middle of countless tourists, like ourselves, taking selfies. It was really funny but okay let's move on, this post is about the food. Drinking makes hungry and after running into a random hotel to use the bathroom and drying our hands with the softest towels I've ever touched in my life, we started looking for somewhere to eat. Taylors friend, Grady, who lives in Rome, had recommended a restaurant to us so we went to look for it. The restaurant was called 'Cacia e Pepe' which means Cheese and Pepper'. That night I had a 'Spaghetti Cacia e Pepe', so literally pasta with cheese and pepper, which seems kind of plain but the pasta was homemade and the combination was surprisingly good.
A funny gelato story: I was ordering a special cone with some more chocolate on the side. The man told me it was a special ice cream cone and would be a little more expensive than the normal ones. Fine, I thought, I'm only in Rome once. I chose chocolate and he started making the icecream. It became huge! All of a sudden he started throwing a lot of cookies and additional colored eatable items on and it became the fanciest ice cream cone of my life. Then came the price, and I was scared. The man had already made this masterpiece and I couldn't turn him down by telling him that I wasn't expecting this. The price hurt, nine euros and fifty cents (about 15 US dollars) (but we're in Rome and that's all that counts).
The third night in Rome we bought two bottles of cheap wine and drank them on the Spanish steps in the middle of countless tourists, like ourselves, taking selfies. It was really funny but okay let's move on, this post is about the food. Drinking makes hungry and after running into a random hotel to use the bathroom and drying our hands with the softest towels I've ever touched in my life, we started looking for somewhere to eat. Taylors friend, Grady, who lives in Rome, had recommended a restaurant to us so we went to look for it. The restaurant was called 'Cacia e Pepe' which means Cheese and Pepper'. That night I had a 'Spaghetti Cacia e Pepe', so literally pasta with cheese and pepper, which seems kind of plain but the pasta was homemade and the combination was surprisingly good.
Onto Greece!
Okay, on to Greece! We were excited about Greek food long before we hopped on the cute little small plane that took us to the small island of Milos. We arrived in the morning and had Greek salad, rice filled tomatoes and bread with Tzatziki. Which was basically what we ate almost every day, but we never got tired of it. Ever. We would probably still eat it every day if we could. After dinner at night we would go to a really good candy- and chocolate shop that we found on the corner of the street, buy our dessert there and eat it in our hotel room when our stomachs found space for it again.