Entries tagged with 'Bologna'
Bologna: Day 16 and 17 (Gelato and Sadness)
WARNING, THIS IS WHERE I SOUND WHINY: Having to recount my final days in Bologna is pretty depressing. [Cue sad face.] Right now I'm staring at my photos as I tend to do when having to recall things that happened...
Bologna: Day 15 (Gelato + Torpedo Penguin)
"Morten, there isn't any coffee coming out of the pot! And it's been on the stove forever..." I sat on the porch munching on something breakfast-like, paying mild much attention to what was happening on the other side of the...
Bologna: Day 13 (So Many Steps...Why?)
I hobbled onto the front porch to see 75% of our refrigerator's contents strewn upon the table. I mean, neatly strewn about on plates and whatnot. Apparently it was one of those "eat everything left in the fridge and make...
Bologna: Day 12 (I Cannot Make Dough)
You may recall that on day 11, Morten had a little microbial mishap with an unfriendly seafood dish. And by that I mean there was a lot of reserve peristalsis going on. And by that I mean he puked a...
Bologna: Day 11 (Failed Pizza, Successful Alcohol)
"This was the day I just sat around and peed," announced Kåre as he elevated himself from the sitting position to make a visit to the little boy's room. Diana, if you're wondering what we did the day after you...
Parma: Day 10 (Mosquito Attack)
On the morning of September 20th, I made a mortadella, lettuce, and maybe-something-else sandwich. Sammich It basked in the glittery rays of the warm Bolognan sun. Oh, how it basked. Yes, sandwiches can bask. They're just like you and me,...
Bologna: Day 9 (Crescetina, FTW)
I could visit major landmarks. I could peruse famous museums. But you know what I'd rather do to expand my cultural horizons? Meat. Like. Whoa. Browse a local supermarket. Okay, maybe I don't want to "expand my cultural horizons" as...
So Much Gelato, So Little Time
So much 'lato Check out my guide to gelato in Bologna on Serious Eats! DO IT! Because I definitely don't have a new post for you today! :D :D :D But I hope to have another one soon. This week...
Bologna: Day 4 (The Day We Ate A Lot)
September 14th was the day that I ate five meals. Okay, not five full meals. That would've resulted in an illness involving vomiting. What I meant to say is that there were five instances of eating out. Six, if you...
Bologna: Day 3 (Sweat-laden Tower Climbing)
Tortellini, everywhere! The bulbous tortellini babies in the window of Paolo Atti e Figli called out to me in a chorus of high, squeaky voices not unlike those of Alvin and the Chipmunks. "We are great in number! Only you...
Bologna: Day 2 (Morten's Arrival)
First stop: Gelateria Gianni. Unfortunately, it was closed. Apparently most people don't eat gelato before noon. Dammit. I suppose that if gelato were meant to be part of a balanced breakfast it would've squeezed its way into the world of...
Bologna: Day 1
[Note: This entry is about September 11th. I'm back home now. Yay.] Sweat. Lots of sweat. Bolognan rooftop That's what Diana and I were covered in (our own respective bodily emissions, that is) after dragging our belongings from the main...
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