I slept the whole
plane ride – exhausted from the already busy wedding season.
I woke up to a hot and humid Rome.
I was scheduled to take an late afternoon train from Rome to Lecce – the city where the wedding would take place.
I had to kill some time and was on an empty stomach.
I scoured the city to find the most legitimate and ‘mom and pop’ style establishment.
I looked at my phone and realized it was 2pm.
A lot of the recommended stores were closed.
I found one that was open, but with no one inside.
I didn’t want to showoff my American-ness with my ignorance by speaking English, but it had to be done; I need sustenance.
It seemed like they were taking their time and at the slowest pace service I could have imagined.
You’re doing it all wrong.
You don’t bring your damn culture and expect the same pace.
No need to rush.
I had the most enjoyable solo, slow-paced meal and caught the train thereafter.
The following photographs are from Lecce and, later, Rome.
Lecce is an absolutely gorgeous small town.
While many others may visit other popularized locations, this was perfect and fit the exact lifestyle and vibe I was looking for.
For the first time, I had authentic Italian cooking.
It was legitimately a carb fest, with a dosage of coffee runs, desserts and gelato for days.
Enjoy the photos as I try to find good gelato place nearby…
PS: Thank you LG / Google for destroying my phone while I was abroad and leaving me phoneless.
PPS: Actually… kind of thankful. Walking around aimlessly around Rome was pretty fulfilling and served a purpose.