The First Pizza Picnic

The first slice of Italian pizza that I tried in Rome lived up to its expectations. Actually it went above and beyond its expectations. Some classmates and I found a small pizza shop on the street that our school is on. To layout the scenery: It was on ancient cobble stone bricks that many local romans stroll each day. The older man spoke little english but we could still communicate. We all chose a slice, he measured its weight, wrapped it up, and sent us on our way. Before stepping out he offered me a free back of pastries to take with me. Already, I've discovered that the hospitality here is like no other. And that means a lot coming from a little ole southern gal like me. I walked a few blocks and found a place to sit on the Tiber River. This pizza was topped with creamy ricotta cheese and the freshest basil I've ever tasted. I mean seriously, he could have picked it that morning; that's how fresh it tasted. There was a perfect amount of tomato sauce and the bread was thin and crispy (just how I prefer).

This slice of pizza represented the first of many experiences for me. I like to think of food as an opportunity to explore. Tasting new foods, going to new places, and meeting new people. Eating is a major part of exploring a culture. Here is to many more slices or pizza and many more journeys!!