Falling in Love in Rome

I am in love.  But it is a bit more complicated than that.  It’s a love not from finding my dream travel job. It’s a love that no matter how bad it gets – the late night fights, the occasional cheating with the fast and unhealthy sirens who call when you have had too much vino rosso – it never wanes. It’s a love that even if it looks rotten on the outside – it isn’t – there just aren’t any preservatives to step in the way between you and your love. It’s a love that you must tend to daily. You can’t pay for it a month in advance and use it callously whenever you fancy. It must be earned, each and everyday. It is the kind of love that even when blonde office girls who work tirelessly late into night to seduce all your senses, tickle your tastebuds, and whisper multiple languages into your ear as they scratch your back and scream Mama Mia – can’t lead you astray (for long) – without that lust and craving returning for your one and only. But it is a love that when treated with care. When treated with respect.  When treated with the attention it deserves – it is something that truly makes life worth living. And I am of course talking about my love affair with Italian food. Simple, fresh, and most importantly – made in Italy. But don’t let me tell you. Let me show you where this love began – on a food tour in Campo de’Fiori, Rome.

A Day at the Campo de’ Fiori Market

Assortment of fresh Italian vegetables at Campo de’ Fiori

 

Zucca – a Roman specialty

 

Campo de’ Fiori sundried tomato and spices

 

Fiori di Zucca

 

Italian chiji peppers – peperoncini!

 

Campo de’ Fiori spices

 

Balsamic and Olive Oils

 

Balsamic Vinegar and Oils in store

 

Italian sauce assortment

 

Italian tomato sauces

 

Assortment of Italian cheeses

 

Campo de’ Fiori meat store front

 

Campo de’ Fiori meat counter

 

Multi-colored pasta in Campo de Fiori

 

Multi-colored pasta up close

Campo de’ Fiori food market tester

I maybe have lost my eye on the ball in my job search journey in all this love and lust, but at least he has found his muse, and he didn’t even have to pay for airfare to get his job.

the food tester reveals himself

 

the Italian Happy Ending – Gelato

This article, my new dream travel job (eating), and my new found love of Italian cuisine is owed to Walks of Italy and  their wonderful – and attractive – office staff, who would not stop until I was 100% satisfied – and I am:)

Turner barr
turnerbarr@gmail.com

Hi, my name is Turner. I travel the world, hustle to find interesting jobs, and write about what happens when you read too many self-help books.

4 Comments
  • Scarlett Wonderland
    Posted at 12:44h, 09 October

    I love the pictures! I absolutely love rome!! xxxxx

    • Turner
      Posted at 23:39h, 09 October

      It is addicting…The food, the history, the swearing, Maria in high heels, Isabella in medium heels, Rosia….in…oh I see a theme.

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