Italy

We've left Italy (by way of the world's crappiest car ferry) and have stopped in Dubrovnik for a bit.
Anyway, I've now got easy access to a nerd-box, so time for a few Italy photos.

This is my first Italian pizza (I'm happier than I look, just bloody melting!). Almost all the pizzas we had in Italy would leave D'Angelo's and Paesano's for dead. They are just fantastic!


In the main food market in Florence. We got there a bit late for the fish, but all the other traders were still going. If you showed an interest in a product, a tasting was very often offered. I spent a lot of time looking very interested.

Check out all that proscuitto.

A whole, roasted pig, to be carved for sandwiches. Good lord I wanted to grab that head and do the bolt!

Unsurprisingly, the rolls here were bloody awesome, but one of the best meals we had in Italy was a roll from a side of the road place, mozzerella (the real stuff), tomato, and roast pork,with a drizzle of oil. Every ingredient was so good it could have been eaten all by itself, but put together, magnificent! That seemed to be case a lot, there didn't seem to be a lot of variety from one area to the next, with the exception of regional specialties, but the ingredients were always top notch. The tomatoes in particular, were always perfectly ripe, tasting as though they had just been picked from Nonna's garden.



No, we weren't served stout in a wineglass, that's iced coffee, made in a cocktail shaker.

The Colosseum. We hung about for ages, but didn't see Russell Crowe. He must've been on a day off.

All over the place were blokes selling fruit and veg on the side of the road, this bloke was on the Amalfi coast, with a Fiat hatch loaded to bursting point. The stuff looked and smelt so good, even a salad (and fruit) dodger like me was tempted!

The Gelati at Bar Pallone, in Calabria. Deena had a number of samples, I fortunately held back, as our visit was used as an excuse to stuff us with food at one of the family homes. Every time I thought we were done, another home made dish or treat was presented. It was sheer hell, but to be polite I ate it all. I felt like a boa constrictor that had eaten a goat at the end, but it was well worth it.

Just to be polite, you see.

Someone was a bit naughty with the Renault and broke a tyre.

I did tell her to take it easy!

The dude below seemed to crop up everywhere, must be a soccer player or something.

Actully, he may be a bit pissy with me after I cut off one of his nuns at a roundabout. Not as pissy as the nun mind you, talk about the 'stink eye'!

Mmmm, Pizza oven.

One of our last meals in Italy included this starter for one, antipasto. The portions were rather generous.

More updates soon hopefully.

Goodbye, Dave.

(We haven't bothered trying to learn any Croatian, too many z's and y's, and eveyone speaks english anyway.)