If there's one thing I knew about Rome before coming, it was this: Rome is a mecca for foodies. And, for the most part, this has proven true - we've had so much excellent pasta and pizza while we've been here. Too much pizza, in fact - and yes, such a thing is actually possible!
As a chef, though, I wanted to do more than just eat. Finding a cooking class is easy, finding a class that works with locally sourced ingredients and uses traditional cooking methods is far more challenging. Luckily we stumbled upon Convivio.
They are a small family run business (just Australian expat Sally and her Italian husband Guido), and they run private (or very small group) hands-on cooking classes, rather than just demonstration, and best of all they do all this from their olive grove-adjacent home in the medieval city of Toffia just outside of Rome.
While we've been in Rome, I like to think that I've been steadily leveling up my Italian speaking skills. When we touched down in Ciampino airport a few days ago, my Italian skills were basically non-existent - I have properly studied Italian in the past, but not since, well, kindergarten. Needless to say, in the intervening 19 years, I've gotten a little bit rusty.
If there's one thing about us humans I will always find
fascinating, it's our ability to justify the most bizarre things we do.
Case in point, on our first full day in Rome, Tash and I watched at
least a hundred people, if not more, line up to throw coins into a
fountain that wasn't there.
We started the day with a map marked with every site we
wanted to see, and we set out on part one of our self-guided
Roman Holiday walking tour - retracing the steps of Audrey Hepburn and
Gregory Peck in one of Tash's favourite movies - which, I admit, I only
watched for the first time 2 nights before.
Selfie at the Colosseum - taken by hand, with scaffolding in the background. Both of those will make sense in a moment.
I first laid eyes on you in Melbourne. Tash and I had just moved interstate. We were young, broke, adrift in a world that was bigger than anything we had encountered up until that point, but we were independent.
We were free.
And although we didn't have much money to spare, we decided to celebrate our newfound freedom by treating ourselves. We knew that a factory outlet was all we could afford, so we headed out.