I’m not the regular kind of traveler. Even though I love the idea of roughing it, that’s really not my style. I’m not extravagant, but I like to be comfortable. Eating is completely different, though. I love to eat and invariably describe my trips in terms of food. I think food is an authentic way to learn about a culture and connect with the land and people. There is a lot to learn about a place from their food and rituals connected with food.
As I have said several times, I’m an equal opportunity eater. When I travel, I like to ask a taxi driver to take me where he or she eats lunch, not where they take the tourists. Don’t get me wrong, I also eat at the tourist spots and everywhere in between. I love markets, food stores, and farms. You never know where you will find your next great meal. Last summer, going against my personal rule of not eating in restaurants by a port, I had a fabulous meal in a restaurant in the port of Adamas in Milos, Greece (more on this fantastic trip coming soon!).
I’m starting slow, in reverse-chronological order, starting with the last trip I took.
Costa Rica: Pura Vida! (January 2013)
Greece (July 2012)
Northern Italy (June 2012)