I have arrived in Italy, land of many very ancient histories, of pasta, of scooters, and of Europe’s most cheerfully remembered fascist dictatorship.
My surroundings here are extremely pleasant but I have to admit to being a little bit disappointed by the food in what is supposed to be the home of one of the world’s most popular cuisines.
It turns out that all food here comes from a shop called Gonad. I have to say that I am not altogether comfortable eating anything that has come out of a Gonad.
If that makes me narrow minded then so be it. If that makes me seem closed to the wider world and the glorious differences between our nations and our cultures then that is fine. I am simply not happy here knowing that every sip of juice is Gonad juice and every mouthful of tender, juicy meat is Gonad meat.
11 comments on “Trekkin’ Abroad – Italy”
I hear that Italy is shaped like a giant’s leg kicking an overly sized Ostrich egg. Is there much truth in that?
I’ve heard that ostrich legs are longer than a mouse’s. Is there much truth in that?
I’ve heard that a mouse can jump twice as far as an ostrich and five times as far as a chinchilla. Is there much truth in that?
I’ve heard that a mouse can jump twice as far as an ostrich and five times as far as a chinchilla. Is there much truth in that?
I’ve heard that glitches allowing people to post the same comment twice are bad for the soul. Is there truth in that?
I’ve heard that Kev’s legs are taller than most electricity pylons. Is there much truth in that?
I’ve heard that big girls don’t cry. Is there much truth in that?
I’ve heard that the bird is the word. Everybody’s heard about the word. Don’t you know that the bird is the word? Is there much truth in that?
I’ve heard that even if there is no head/neck involvement, regarding, separation of the head and neck region, otolaryngologists also work in harvesting of the jugular vein which is a common graft in high stakes surgeries. They may also work in tandem with a oral-maxillofacial surgeon. Is there much truth in that?
No.
Well then my precarious grip on reality is gradually becoming even more loose. What wonders may await me outside the boundaries of perception. What marvels could be lurking through the hyper dimensions amidst the terrifying dangers of life.
Lo, may we all travel in peace.