We love the food in Spain. Not only are Spaniards passionate about their ingredients, they aren’t afraid to eat, and they eat well, even the women. (It really bothers me that many women these days seem to exist on a lettuce leaf a day!!)
But Italy…oh Italy, I do love your food. The pasta, the bread, the antipasti. I’d happily weigh a ton if I lived within your stellar borders!
We used to travel to Italy quite frequently, when we were ‘in the life’, to re-charge our batteries and generally relax and unwind. Now we’re not ‘in the life’, we actually live, so the re-charging, relaxing and unwinding isn’t so necessary anymore.
After a year of cancer treatment, and very little to celebrate, we decided to take this opportunity to go for a long, ‘foodie’ -weekend. Not to Tuscany, our usual hangout. Not to Rome, which we had visited before. But to Emilia-Romagna, specifically, a town outside Bologna, called San Giovanni in Persiceto.
We chose this area for two reasons. The first, and most important, we could fly there directly from Malaga airport. OK, it was via Ryanair, but hey, a cheap flight is a cheap flight, right?! The second reason? Ah, it was the food. In a country where food is so important, where we have never had a bad meal, ever, Emilia-Romagna is known even by Italians as having the best food.
So off we toddled, for a long weekend. We walked. We people-watched. Kenton bought me an outfit to show off my much-lighter figure. We wandered Bologna and did a bit of light sight-seeing.
But most of all, we ate. We had the most divine salumi, the best prosciutto, fabulous cheese, fantastic local specialities. We bought food to bring home. We bought biscuits to give to friends. We had accidentally picked a town that is well known for its food, with over 60 restaurants that were always packed – and without a single foreigner in any of them other than us!
Folks, this was true heaven. We are already planning our trip back!