Friday, March 26, 2010

When one travels through...







Hmm..I have elaborated, slightly, on my trip to Rome/Athens/Mykonos, but I really didn't give any dirt on how the places really are. Well for one, they're real places, like your restroom, as real as that, but with added amenities, such as interesting foods, sights, smells, and sounds. When it comes to how something feels, it's better to leave that to your own senses, as I cannot tell you how it "feels" to be in these places, just how it "is". Well, first off, when in Rome, remember this, almost every place selling food is going to be great, and I do stress almost. When eating Chinese food in Rome, it's best to remember that Chinese food is chinese food, and perhaps in China it might be better, however when you're in Italy, don't expect the best. That said, seeing as though you're in Italy, might as well just go have some Italian food, or some GELATO. There is no simple way of saying how superior Gelato is to the ice creams of America. It's a completely different, yet similar experience, one that is best tried rather than explained. Sure, there are places in the United States and elsewhere that say they can make a good Gelato, but very few, really, I've seen none, can seem to get it right, unless you're really in Italy. There is a place near my home, that sells "homemade" Gelato, and I'm sorry, it tastes worse than a store brand ice cream, just sickening.


Oh, while eating at an Italian resturaunt in Italy, do not be surprised if you do not find them doing everything to United States food safety standards, as they don't have a concept of that. I didn't really care, as you will look around you, and see many older italians, that have been eating there for their entire lives, thus if they can take it and keep plugging along, then it was fine for my taste buds. That said, there is times though, where you will be amazed at where the stuff comes from. Like this one resturaunt I visited not far from the Collosium, that served a great bread along with wine for an appetizer. I wondered where this great bread was made, and imagined a careful baker, taking his time to ensure it was perfectly baked. At one point, I had to use their restroom, and was pointed upstairs, and to the right. Well, before I made that right, I looked to the left, to see my waiter sifting through a big paper sack full of bread, some good, some bad, he put the good pieces into a basket, and threw the others into a waste bin. Then he took the basket downstairs where he placed it, and some wine, on someones table. Needless to say I didn't eat anymore of their bread, and only picked through my entree when it was served, half expecting to find some morsel that wasn't supposed to be there.




A few places in Rome are good at making a pizza. This is another lesson to learn! OK, you may be in Italy, but it doesn't mean you will come across the greatest pizza in the world, I'm sorry, but that honor belongs to Grimaldis pizza of New York, but that's another story for another day. Instead, I will say this, the pizza in Italy focuses on the taste of the crust, not on toppings. You will never find crusts, or breads that are so flavorful, and I mean never, anywhere. Also, when in Rome, visit the McDonalds near the Vatican, as it's probably the farthest from a traditional McDonalds you can visit, as they have so many extra offerings, and great gelato. It might be helpful to also keep this in mind, MEXICAN FOOD in Italy is a joke, as I've had better at Taco Bell. I cannot remember the name of the place, but there was one particular seafood resturaunt that had absolutely no menu. Instead, they brought you a dish, and once you had eaten most of it, they brought on the second dish, which was a different form of seafood. By the fifth dish, I was still hungry, but I couldn't stomach the calamari, thus the parade of dishes ended there, and a small part of me wishes I could've seen the sixth, seventh, and final dish. In my travels, that wasn't the only resturaunt with no menu, but that is another story for another day.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Average Joe Traveler in Rome/Mykonos...











Once in a great while, a person sets out on an adventure in life that seems to be packed with danger, and turns out to be the safest step one has made in a very long time. When I was offered the chance to travel, and see places that usually only the old or rich visit, I contemplated it for only a single moment, then jumped on it without looking back. Last year, I had such an offer, which at first was amazing, then absolutely incredible, then life changing.





***Since 1997, I had not left the confines of the United States for even a single moment, and before 1997, my only time out of it was a small cruise with my parents. Over time, I have rode a slippery slope straight down, seeing many possible outcomes of my life. I could have wound up a fat, bald truck driver, a forgettable RaceTrac store manager, an invisible apartment porter, or just another warehouse worker, but instead, I currently flip burgers at a resturaunt in the small city of North Richland Hills, Tx. When I say flip burgers, I really mean, that I flip pieces of dead cow, on a grill, for 8 hours a day, for just above minimum wage. In my past I have made a decent living, and felt like I was doing well, but have just let it slip, until I have found myself here.***





When the offer came, and I jumped on it, I was afforded the opportunity to renew my passport, and take a voyage to the ancient city of Rome, Italy, and the island of Mykonos, Greece. Mind you, I am not a rich tourist, nor an old retiree, but a below average joe whom should never be allowed in a place like Mykonos, which some people making far more than I could dream of, might never get to see. I will not say I didn't like it, but for me, it was an impossible destination, that I was given the opportunity to see, feel, and take in. However at the end, I was glad to be leaving, as I really had no business being there.


HERES SOME RULES FOR THE AVERAGE JOE TRAVELER in Rome/Mykonos::

1. If you can avoid paying for anything, go for it!

2. If you have to pay for something, get ready to say goodbye to a large chunk.

3. Food isn't cheap, unless you really like crap. Remember, you can survive on crap!

4. Everything you see has been marked up perhaps 1000%, get ready for $20.00 shorts to retail for close to $300.00 in Mykonos...and they are still sold for this price!

5. Everyone you see is much richer than you!

6. Drinks are more expensive than dinner for four at Subway!


When walking through a place like Rome, it is best to remember that the pedestrian is king of the road. Feel free to walk anywhere, except for the highway, as the drivers are bred to stop for you. Occasionally if you let the drivers pass, you get confused looks, or a nod thanking you, but I wouldn't let this be the rule all the time. Also, it's quite comical to find out the bums drink in excess, the very same beverage that costs an excessive amount in the United States all because it's "IMPORTED FROM ITALY". Often, I found myself finding expensive objects(in the US), that were dirt cheap, or just considered to be "trash" to the locals.


On the food side of things, one thing that you will find alot of in rome is....GELATO!!! I included a picture of it, as it was simply the best version of ice cream in the world. Everywhere you find a place offering their own varieties of the stuff, all made there in the store. Also, if you eat out, and they have TIRAMISU on the menu, ORDER IT! You will not be dissappointed by it's oft rich flavors that include chocolate, coffee, and cream, in the right amounts to provide ectasy. I can never find the tastes of Italy here in the United States, only cheap copies.
When you find yourself treated to trips like this, how can you look at your average life as a burger flipper the same way? How many guys flipping dead cows get the chance to take a trip like this, without any worries of expenses? Well, I was one of the few that can make this boast, and my adventures have not come to an end, more as it comes to me(remember..burger flipper...usually spells out pot smoking..which is unfortunately the truth in my case)