Story time…The first time I had a churro I was in Rome. A street vendor happily served up this delicious fried pastry at a green space beside the ruins of the Roman Forum. It was a beautiful sunny day, a holiday for the natives. Quite a backdrop for my first experience. I tasted it and was totally in love. That trip woke up the food adventurer in me. From there I had pizza topped with anchovies and black olives in a Venice take away. In Florence I tried my luck with squid and octopus, served by an Asian waitress who didn’t quite know what to make of my exuberance. Today I’m grateful for that experience, traveling abroad has a different vibe now for me. With terrorist threats and decreased mobility across borders. It’s not the same freeing experience.
Love your neighbor, try adventure!