I haven’t written in a long time because I was busy eating in Paris, Marseille, Cannes, Nice, Monte Carlo, Geneva, and Milan. It’s amazing how much of a culture you can exprience by just trying their food.

Of course my favorite would have to be Milano, because I not only got to learn about the culture, but also the language of food. After spending four nights in Milan I am now proficient at the Italiano food vocabulary. Anything beyond food just doesn’t get past my skull, because eat was all we did, and we have the photos to prove it!

My food language came in handy once though when I screamed “il conto” meaning “the bill” at a nasty lady who bumped into me!! Ironically, the bill at the amazing tortelloni place really was a cunt.