I’ve been doing a bit of globetrotting over the past month. Actually, it’s more like Europe-trotting, or if we’re getting really specific, Italy and Germany-trotting.
So I’ve been in San Remo, Italy for the past week visiting my paps. San Remo is a lovely, little old fishing town close to Monte Carlo, which inevitably attracts quite a wealthy crowd. Bar me. I’d put me more in the “local” bracket rather than the “tourist” one, as my days mainly consist of family visits and attempting to communicate in Italian what vegans eat on a day to day basis.
Anyway what I’m getting round to is – I failed on my usual happy go snappy approach to life. And I’m actually rather frustrated about this. Don’t get me wrong – I’m all for enjoying the finer moments in life without a camera there – but I guess I just wanted photographic evidence to back what I’m about to say up. Sod it, I’ll say it anyway – Italy is the most handsome place is the world. It really is. It’s such a natural beauty, and oozes culture and class.
As I’m getting into the post I’m starting to wonder what the point is to it… Oh yeah so basically I urge everyone to go to Italy. Like, I reckon you could pull out a map of Italy and drop a pin anywhere on it, visit the place and tadaaa you’re under its charming spell. FYI when you do visit, be prepared to come back ready to give birth to a 4 lb. pasta baby.
If your pin drops on San Remo and you end up in the area, I recommend staying at a family friends B&B -find details here. This place is a little small piece of paradise. Don’t believe me? Marie Claire even did a feature about this gem. Mainly about how stylish the house is, because it is, but more than that is Sergia (the host/home owner) welcomes everyone like family and never stops cooking delicious food. Which brings me back to your future food baby. I’d name him something along the lines of Guiseppe, Allesandro, Marco or Fabbiomasscimo 😉