Eating in Italy

As the winter came to a steady and long-overdue halt, I found myself in Italy, reunited with my momma.

I love and have always loved Europe. While I love the States and I find parts of Asia to be mysterious and exotic, I’ve always found Europe to hold a certain magic, a magic that simply makes my desire for exploration incredibly urgent.

I was so grateful to be able to spend the five days with my mom in arguably some of the most beautiful towns in the world. We started at Lake Como, known for being one of George Clooney’s go-to destinations. It was so wonderful to be in place so tranquil, compared to living in Manhattan and green and blue.


L1000383 L1000210From there, we drove back to Milan and took a train from there to Venice. There is no place like it in the whole, wide world. It’s a city on the water that unfortunately, is slowly sinking. There are picturesque canals everywhere, with turquoise water that shimmers beneath the sun on good days, but becomes hauntingly muted on more overcast days. L1000231We ended our a little tour in the fashion capital of the world Milan. It was a brief visit, but seeing as the Expo Milano will be taking place this year, it was fun to catch it before any chaos and hype overtook it. L1000537

I’m just going to flip my hair really quickly, because apparently every city we went to had been cloudy and rainy and cold on the days before my arrival, but I apparently brought the sun and warm weather with me wherever I went 🙂

My family is notorious for being obsessed with all things. We have had full-blown arguments at the dinner table about what we are eating next or why this kimchi isn’t good enough. I also believe my parents got into one of the biggest fights of their lives when my dad wouldn’t share his ramen with my mom. This vacation with my mom was no different – we didn’t fight or anything, but we spent most of it walking around with no set schedule, eating, walking, eating, drinking, and then sleeping. I had one grumpy moment only because I had been super hungry, and then I had a mediocre sandwich, which is honestly one of the worst feelings in the world. I was honestly so angry. But I got over it because we had an AMAZING breakfast the next day. Anyway, here’s some of the food we ate – there are few countries in the world that can beat Italy food-wise:

IMG_7232 IMG_7230 IMG_7234 IMG_7285_2 IMG_7284_2 IMG_7335 IMG_7325 IMG_7329 The best pasta I’ve ever hadIMG_7459 Traditional Venetian biscuitsIMG_7449 The best Panna Cotta I’ve ever consumedIMG_7450 IMG_7527Octopus Carpaccio – SO FRESH AND TASTY WOWIMG_7542

This looks very simple, but it’s the most savory, scrumptious rice pilaf with shrimp on top IMG_7545

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Bellinis at Harry’s Bar !!L1000508IMG_7602Pineapple “Carpaccio”IMG_7604

I am so lucky to have a mother who loves me so unconditionally. I don’t know what I would do without her. Other than the tragic exceptions, I think in general, mothers are the most selfless, beautiful human beings in the universe. It always breaks my heart when people treat their mothers badly or take them for granted. My mom has sacrificed so much for me, and my heart shatters a little bit anytime I think about what my life would be like without her. I will protect my mom with my life the way she has protected me and loved me. Needless to say, I will never forget the time I got to spend with her just one-on-one in the beautiful country of Italy, marveling at the sparkling bodies of water, eating far more than any daughter-mother duo should be able eat, and walking along cobblestone streets under the brightest suns and the softest moonlights.L1000428


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