rosemary focaccia (+ travel & money)

rosemary focaccia

I’ve really been missing Italy lately.  I suppose because it’s summer and because I’m reading Beautiful Ruins (which largely takes part it Italy and which I am just loving) and because this time last year we were counting down to our trip and learning bits of Italian and buying train tickets.  But really, the truth is, I miss Italy all the time.  At least once a week I have a moment of wishing I could be sitting on the rooftop terrace in Florence looking at the Duomo and listening to the symphony across the river, or longing to smell the Mediterranean, or just wanting some really good gelato.

There are still favorite meals I had there that I haven’t duplicated here at home yet.  Although I did finally break out the pasta maker I got for Christmas earlier this month  (I know…worst wife ever, but I did spend the first 4-ish months of this year hating food) so we’re on the right track.  I think I finally made some focaccia I’m satisfied with though.

When we were in Cinque Terre we hiked down to a beach (our adventure in which I am glad we did not die because we did not read directions correctly) with fresh focaccia in our backpack.  We had gone to this little bakery down the road, or I guess more like down the stairs and through the alleyway, from where we were staying and bought focaccia for lunch.  Which doesn’t sound like much when you compare it to the pasta and the gnocchi and the florentine steaks that we had been eating.  But when you finally make it to what is perhaps the most beautiful beach ever (at least to me), and you sit on the pebbles and swim in the Mediterranean and soak in that Italian sun, that focaccia becomes one of the meals you remember most.

rosemary focaccia

We bought a new (used) car a couple of weeks ago in anticipation of baby coming, (and because really it was just time).  It was something we saved up for for a long time, and I’m not going to lie–there were times in the past year where I thought “If we hadn’t gone to Italy (and hadn’t had to replace our A/C unit last summer) we could have bought that car much sooner (or we could have gotten a better car, etc. etc.).”  I suppose it’s always like that because it’s always a trade off, deciding how you are going to spend your money.  But will really never regret the fact that we spent the money to go on that trip (and I think I will always feel that way about travel).  I think about that trip at least a few times a week, sometimes a few times a day.  And while we are about to have a baby and have other ways we need to spend our money right now that don’t necessarily involve travel, I think both of our minds have already been turning with the next trip we want to take.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that before I went to Italy I’m not sure I fully believed that it would be worth the money.  But it was.  It was worth way more than what we spent.  And of all the meals we had in Italy, the focaccia on the beach was probably the cheapest.  But it might as well have been worth 100 euros because I think of it so fondly.

italian rosemary focaccia

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2 Responses

  1. Kathryn June 25, 2014 at 9:48 am |

    Such a lovely post! You’re right that it can sometimes be hard to justify the expense of a vacation but really, it makes life so worthwhile doesn’t it?

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  2. Jenny @ BAKE June 27, 2014 at 9:21 am |

    I love focaccia and your trip to Italy sounds perfect. It’s very high on my list of places to go, I just need to stop life’s expenses get in the way!

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