Arrivo!

March 25, 2024

In 2022, I studied abroad in Italy. I didn’t know anyone I would travel with. I went newly single, highly unsure of myself, intrepid, and more excited than ever. I flew across the world knowing I’d be the first in my family to study in another country.

After meeting classmates and advisors, I ventured off to a local cafe with one of my new roommates. My first espresso in Italy was simple and perfect. One euro for a coffee to start the day, enjoyed outside on a painted table. This was meant to be enjoyed in the sun.

My new friend and I walked around our neighborhood in Piazza Carlo Emanuele I in Lingotto and stumbled upon a small restaurant. When we walked in, we were welcomed with open arms. I ordered cacio e pepe, which was one of the first pasta dishes I ate in Italy. This classic Roman pasta dish highlights Pecorino Romano cheese and pepper as the stars of the show.

The server treated us to watching the cacio e pepe get mixed in front of us. Later on, a customer ordered us shots of red liquor, and the restaurant gave us white wine on the house. For being beautiful ladies, he said.

I often spent slow mornings enjoying a short walk to the morning market with one of my roommates. Her and I shared our love of food and cooking.

Open markets in Italy are where local vendors and farmers set up shop in neighborhood piazzas to sell their fresh produce, bread and pastries, dairy, eggs, meat, seafood, and even clothing. They are open daily from early morning until about 2 p.m. We went to one specific vendor every week we shopped and called him “our guy.” We were greeted by him with the words “ciao bella” every morning, and a free fruit or vegetable was always sent home with us in our bag.

My apartment was old, rustic, and beautiful. With marble floors, an open kitchen and living room, unique windows, artistic cabinets, and a stunning balcony that stretched down five rooms, it was one to behold.