We’ve all had that moment, when you are expecting something amazing, order, and then disappointment sets in when the waiter brings your plate to the table. It’s the risk involved when you stray from your always reliable Pad Thai to the ‘that looks interesting, I’ll give it a go’ order at the local Thai restaurant. Or in this case when you are dead hungry, craving an authentic Neapoletan pizza and the menu is in Italian with ingredients you haven’t heard of before. In Napoli I only experienced amazing pizza (see post Amazing Food Discoveries: Napoli), but unfortunately for my friend, she lucked out. Continue reading
I clearly remember the first time I watched as someone tried, with success to park his car into a parallel park, the size of which was too small for the car. After a number of attempts, he couldn’t get the car in any further without hitting the other cars. I thought this would be the stage he would drive off disgruntled. But no. He proceeded to bump backwards into the car behind him, and forward into the car in front. By slightly nudging the other cars forward and backward,
Thanks to our diverse world and wonderful translation errors, every traveller comes across funny photos. Here’s one of my own:
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Now, as does everyone who declares themselves a wanna be adventurer, I like to try all of the food specific to the country I visit. Or in the case of Italy, specific to the region. For such a small country, every single region has different specialities and in some instances, you unfortunately only get to have some specialities at different times of the year. For a very timely example, Easter. Forget about the fresh out the oven, melt in your mouth, so good I could eat an entire packet of Hot Cross Buns. Keep reading ‘Amazing Italian Food Discoveries: Napoli’.
There are some things I never thought I would see. One of them being the main train station being used as a very public toilet. This makes me sad as clearly they’ve got nowhere else to go and there are only so many homeless you can give your spare change to. Another, more invigorating sight, being a live one man show of Musica di Cucina! Kitchen Music! Performed and received very seriously.
What is kitchen music you ask? Only the most entertaining live music performance I’ve seen! Keep reading ‘The things you see.’
In the process of learning another language and adapting to another culture, I’ve learnt a lot. My favourite so far being speech combined with the language of the hands! It didn’t take long to gather that Italians are expressive and speak while moving their hands. But recently I found out that they do not randomly agitate their limbs to emphasise their already loud presence, in general, most of the hand gestures actually mean something. Upon finding this out, I had a very interesting conversation. No doubt that these are not universal but in my circles, it rings true. Here’s a bit of what I learnt. And yes, that is Bambi and Co. in the background, not my choice of decor, I’m an au pair, what can I say? keep reading ‘Sick of doing the talking? Just use your hands!’
Working with children is always very interesting. They do things that adults would never do and they say things that adults would never say. The other day I was lucky enough to have this piece of wisdom bestowed unto me. Matteo, the seven year old boy who I look after and live with, speaks English as a second language quite well. After his shower, he proceeded to dance in the bath naked, singing Eye of the Tiger keep reading ‘A vague notion’
In Australia, making pasta or spaghetti is a relatively simple thing. Boil the water, chuck the carbs in, stir, open a can of Dolmio sauce (sometimes this takes effort if the lid is on too tightly), mix the finished pasta and the sauce together. And wham, you get the Dolmio Grin (don’t know what the Dolmio Grin is?) keep reading ‘The mini pasta rulebook’
A few months ago now, I spent three days abroad from living abroad and took the night train to Nice, France. I travelled with two good friends whom, for no real reason except to make them smile, I shall refer to them here as Gigi and Matatak.
Gigi and Matatak were on their last ten days of their two month backpacking around Europe. Previous to our weekend away, I spent three solid days of acting as tour guide in Rome. After they arrived from a long mostly sleepless night on the train, we set about trying to find them a breakfast that did not consist of sweet pastry (for an Italian breakfast, see Breakfast of Champions). This, at 10am in Italy is almost impossible. Keep reading ‘casino non Monte Carlo?’