A Culinary Tour

By popular demand, I am going to share a little about all the food and restaurants I have been experiencing. I have tried everything from picnics to waterside seafood cafes. The food is excellent; I am eating very well.

In Venice, I ate a lot of pastas. In one little trattoria, which is a neighborhood restaurant, I tried a simple pasta with mussels and a white wine sauce. Basic – just a little olive oil and wine, pasta, and the mussels fresh that morning from the sea. Perfection. Seafood is everywhere in Venice. When I visited the fish market in the Rialto, I ducked into a tiny counter called Pesca Ponte, where they sell fresh seafood by the gram. I tried an octopus salad. I know that sounds brave of me, but it was all chopped up and mixed with vegetables and a vinegrette. Octopus surprised me – I quite like it! It´s like a cross between chicken and ham.

In Slovenia, I mostly ate in the local riverfront cafes, munching on fresh pannini sandwiches. I also dived into the local outdoor market, assembling picnic lunches of fresh produce directly from the farmers. While sitting on the market square and gazing up at Ljubljana´s castle, I ate the best strawberries of my life.

Here in Croatia I have mostly been cooking for myself, since the sobe I am staying in has a little kitchen. Supplies for three pasta meals and three breakfasts cost me around US$8. And it is so healthy for me! I did splurge last night, trying a little seafood restaurant in Dubrovnik´s old port called Lokanda. My host recommended it to me, and I was not disappointed. I ordered the seafood risotto, which came with a pile of bread. The risotto came in a huge pot, absolutely huge! Enough to feed two or three people. I learned quickly that they do not shell the shrimp; it is cooked inside its shell along with the risotto, so I stumbled a little trying to get the meat out. A fun experience, and tasty. Total meal about $12 with sea views.

Tomorrow morning I am off to Mostar, Bosnia!


About chronictraveler

Chronic Traveler starts as a dream, one that I thought I had lost, but that has slowly changed into a mission to realize and live that dream every day. In December 2007 I became seriously ill and the doctors did not know what was causing my illness. I had to stop teaching as my life tumbled into a never-ending nightmare of doctors, hospitals and tests. Finally, in May 2008 I was diagnosed with a chronic condition - fibromyalgia. I was only 26 years old at the time. I have had to give up teaching, and now work part-time at a performing arts center as I learn how to manage my condition and improve my quality of life. What helped me through the months of uncertainty and sickness, and continues to inspire me, was a new focus on what truly mattered to me: family, friends, gardening, the arts, and especially travel. I have always fed my soul by traveling, ever since I first stepped off the plane at age 16 in Kathmandu, Nepal to help with an orphanage's building project. Meeting new people and experiencing how they live and how they view the world infuses my life with a richness I was so afraid I would lose when the doctor first said, "You have fibromyalgia". This blog is my story, as I begin to forge a new path. I am embracing my life as it is, with the fibromyalgia pain and fatigue, and learning to do what I love regardless. It may mean I have to go slower and take more naps or breaks! But I am determined to learn how to travel and experience the world, and hopefully what I learn will help others like me who believe their medical condition stands in the way of their travel dreams.
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3 Responses to A Culinary Tour

  1. Holly S says:

    Yummy! I really love reading about your travels and look forward to hearing more. 🙂

  2. Teague says:

    I think it’s common throughout most of the world to not shell shrimp when it’s served in a restaurant.

    Everywhere we went in Taiwan they would bring us these big platters of shrimp and my companions quickly grew tired of shelling them. But I never did. Growing up shrimp were always parceled out, 5 per person or something like that.

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