Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
Currently listening to: HOT TO GO! – Chappell Roan
H-O-T-T-O-G-OYou can take me hot to go
From California to S. Korea, it’s about 6004 miles.
From California to Italy, it’s about 6353 miles.
So I guess, Italy it is.
I am horrible with directions. I get lost even with my Google Maps + Apple Watch on. It’s terrible but luckily, I was in good hands with my friends.
We took a flight out of Frankfurt to go to Bologna. We wanted to go where there were less tourists so we forgot about Milan and Rome. The four of us were staying in this quaint bed and breakfast in the middle of the city. The architecture was quite charming. The porticoes, Moorish style towers, and the medieval like elements made it look majestic.
The city was walkable and we took advantage of that. We did a food tour with a local chef and she taught us about the various types of noodles, sauces, olive and truffle oils, coffees, and produce that they had at the shops.
We even took a cooking class where we made fresh bolognese pasta and tiramisu. I mean we were in Bologna and not making bolognese sauce and noodles seemed sacrilege. It was fucking delicious. I could hardly believe that I made that.
We dined at hole in the wall cafes to upscale fine dining restaurants. Our least favorite was a pizza joint, my slice was basic. Like it could have been made in the States. Karl’s slice was terrible, it was as if they put the whole kitchen sink in it. He couldn’t finish it and had to throw it away. I’m not a fan of sweets but damn the Majani chocolate house was mouthwatering. I bought boxes of their Fiat chocolates to take back home with me. It melted like butter in my mouth.
Sally decided that she wanted to go to Florence. I wasn’t quite done with Bologna yet so she went on ahead by herself. The three of us trekked all over the city, going to whatever museums or churches were open, markets to purchase bottles of wine and copious amounts of different cheeses, and taking selfies…as if our lives depended on it. Unfortunately, I’m not able to locate my pictures right now. I think I may have archived it in my external hard drive?
At any rate, the three of us were extremely intoxicated and we did not speak Italian (I knew Spanish, so I could understand bits and pieces) …this was going to be fun. We were so obnoxious, talking loudly in English, using big hand gestures trying to mimic the locals, and we were lost. The funny thing was we didn’t care that we were lost. We were pretending that we were Dora the mother fucking Explorer. I’m sure we were a spectacle but we didn’t give a care.
I’m certain the Italians were probably thinking, “Fucking Americans…” but hey, the wine was smooth and the cheese was fresh and creamy. I polished off the Pecorino and moved on to a wedge of Gorgonzola. My compadres were not a fan of blue cheese but I was. I lived in the dairy state…I bleed cheese. That meant more for me…and with more cheese was more wine. I would joke that because I was Korean, I had an extra liver (IYKYK). I was blitzed beyond belief but still able to walk and speak (incoherently at times).
…and that was just our first day there…
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