We came, we saw, we ate.
Having been lucky enough to see “the sights” in past visits, the goal of our trip to Italy was simple. Enjoy.
So instead of visiting the Vatican again, we took a cooking class. With ten other people, Chef Andrea Consoli taught us how to make everything from scratch, from the pasta to the dessert. Four hours of work, followed by two hours of eating. My only request to him was to give me something to do, “I can’t screw up.” My wife, on the other hand, was right in the thick of the kitchen.
And instead of standing in line at the Colosseum again, we took a walking/eating tour of a Rome neighborhood. We were among a dozen people, led by the lovely Luna, through Testacchio and its culinary delights. What a great way to pass the day, away from the crowds, not a line to stand in.
From Rome, we rented a car and headed north to Umbria, a new delight for us. After three days of discovery, we went south, to familiar territory again, Sorrento.
Our friends Mario and Pepe treated us to to three incredible nights of dining, and on our final night, we ate alone, at a restaurant recommended by Mario, L’Antica Trattoria. Clearly, Mario had called ahead. We were escorted to a table they had decorated with flower petals.
The best part of our stay? Having dinner together for two weeks. I’ve worked nights for nearly twenty years, my wife is a flight attendant, so dinner together is a treat.
We’re so fortunate to be able to travel to places like Italy, to eat at restaurants like L’Antica Trattoria and Il Buco in Sorrento. We know that.
But make no mistake, that good fortune has been complemented by years of hard work, with a dash of sacrifice.
And we’re not done yet.