So, here I am in Rome. I don't know how many times I've said it, but Rome is easily my favorite city I've been to yet. I absolutely love it here.
I have a really nice, clean apartment with 4 great roommates- Judy, Gretchen O, Hannah and Brigitta, fast internet, brand new Ikea towels and the best part of all.....a free washer (hallelujah!)
Andrew and I arrived in Rome three days early and got ourselves oriented with the city. And to get all of the main sights out of our system so we might be able to focus in school this past week (which was a fail for me, by the way, I have no focus for school in such a great city).
We spent one day walking to everything possible in Rome, and the next enjoying Vatican City.
I had a feeling that by the time we got to Italy, Andrew’s diet would be fully comprised of pizza.
(A note: Whenever we eat lunch together at school, the guy only goes through the pizza line. I tell him every time we have dinner together that Gorecki Dining Services creates a whole new world of culinary treasures on a daily basis- ask anyone, but he only has eyes for the pizza pies)
For lunch on Wednesday afternoon, we found another little pizza pit-stop (they are on every corner here, think like Starbucks in the US). We browsed, and decided the zucchini and sausage looked good. The man sliced us up a generous serving and we sat down.
Again, we were starving so we both just inhaled the first few bites.
Around the time that I started to taste it- it wasn’t tasting so good.
It was salty, and slimy, and I’m pretty sure the sausage bites has whiskers.
I thought it was just me
But a few bites later
Andrew commented that the zucchini was pretty thin and gloopy
By that time I was stripping that pizza of everything except the cheese
The zucchini wasn’t zucchini
It was orange and green and squishy.
And the sausage wasn’t sausage
It definitely had some hairs
It might have even been breathing
Andrew had some unpleasant expressions when he chewed on the next piece
That’s when I knew we were on the same page
And we couldn’t decide if we were hungry enough to keep going
I accurately deemed it “catfish and seaweed pizza”
So incredibly nasty.
We fought over the last piece… over who had to eat it,
Soon, Andrew and I walked out and my stomach hurt with disgust.
Catfish and Seaweed Pizza. Worst lunch EVER.
Andrew said he’s sticking to cheese from now on.
I agree.
Thankfully, we've had a week of good meals since then :)
Ciao!
KP
I have a really nice, clean apartment with 4 great roommates- Judy, Gretchen O, Hannah and Brigitta, fast internet, brand new Ikea towels and the best part of all.....a free washer (hallelujah!)
Andrew and I arrived in Rome three days early and got ourselves oriented with the city. And to get all of the main sights out of our system so we might be able to focus in school this past week (which was a fail for me, by the way, I have no focus for school in such a great city).
We spent one day walking to everything possible in Rome, and the next enjoying Vatican City.
I had a feeling that by the time we got to Italy, Andrew’s diet would be fully comprised of pizza.
(A note: Whenever we eat lunch together at school, the guy only goes through the pizza line. I tell him every time we have dinner together that Gorecki Dining Services creates a whole new world of culinary treasures on a daily basis- ask anyone, but he only has eyes for the pizza pies)
For lunch on Wednesday afternoon, we found another little pizza pit-stop (they are on every corner here, think like Starbucks in the US). We browsed, and decided the zucchini and sausage looked good. The man sliced us up a generous serving and we sat down.
Again, we were starving so we both just inhaled the first few bites.
Around the time that I started to taste it- it wasn’t tasting so good.
It was salty, and slimy, and I’m pretty sure the sausage bites has whiskers.
I thought it was just me
But a few bites later
Andrew commented that the zucchini was pretty thin and gloopy
By that time I was stripping that pizza of everything except the cheese
The zucchini wasn’t zucchini
It was orange and green and squishy.
And the sausage wasn’t sausage
It definitely had some hairs
It might have even been breathing
Andrew had some unpleasant expressions when he chewed on the next piece
That’s when I knew we were on the same page
And we couldn’t decide if we were hungry enough to keep going
I accurately deemed it “catfish and seaweed pizza”
So incredibly nasty.
We fought over the last piece… over who had to eat it,
Soon, Andrew and I walked out and my stomach hurt with disgust.
Catfish and Seaweed Pizza. Worst lunch EVER.
Andrew said he’s sticking to cheese from now on.
I agree.
Thankfully, we've had a week of good meals since then :)
Ciao!
KP
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