This country has a very special, inimitable and charming magic. With every visit, you leave a small part of your soul here and regret that you are forced to go away again. Why do I feel so sad leaving Italy for any other country? (OK, the Maldives is exception). Moreover, why wasn’t I born here?
Look at this picture! This is me beside a Roman citizen who is probably familiar to many of you. (Update: This is Marcus Tullius Cicero.)
Don’t you think our profiles look very similar? Is it possible that my distant ancestors were Italians? Oh, my dear relatives, why in hell did you leave your motherland? Why did you go to the cold North or mysterious East? Didnt you give any thought to your descendants? Did you not understand that you have sentenced me to a life NOT-IN-ITALY?!
There are plenty of good things in Italy, but its cuisine is a genuine God’s gift! Every time we fly to any European country via Rome, we eat at the airport at Fiumicino, Rome. We did it when we traveled to Provence, France. Do you want to hear about our most vivid gastronomic impression during the trip to Provence? It was the lasagna at Leonardo Da Vinci Airport in Fiumicino, Rome.
Let’s take our trip to Spain, to the regions of Castile, La Mancha, Leon, Avila, and Madrid. What was our most vivid gastronomic impression? Guess? Yes, the lasagna in the Rome Fiumicino airport, and Mozzarella made from buffalo milk, again in Italy. What about the Spanish cuisine? It also has some wonderful meals, but all in all, it loses to Italy on all counts.
Why is everything so yummy in Italy? Is it the sun? Spain is also a sunny country. Is it the warmth? You wont freeze in Spain or Provence either. Italians are always relaxed and smiling. Is it a consequence of, or the reason for perfect food? But why do Spaniards always frown despite the brightly shining sun?! By the end of lunch in Fiumicino, the Italian waitress was like family—we laughed and joked, and even hugged farewell. Is such a scenario possible in Spain? No way! Moreover, there are no waitresses there, only waiters—frowning men of very advanced age. Why?
Excuse me, my friends, but I don’t have answers to all these questions. Maybe you have? You can help me by providing your own opinion.
Night view of Vatican City from the room 601 of the Hotel Nazionale, Rome, Italy.
P.S. I should tell you more. In our family, I am not the only one who loves Italy. My suitcase liked flying with Alitalia so much that it is still flying while we are waiting for Alitalia to find it. 🙂