Florence (the city, in Italy)

We spent a good few days in Florence, or Firenze, or Florencia. Great food. We say Italy has the best food anywhere. Even the average food was good. Hell, even the airport food was above average. And they had extra virgin olive oil and balsamic vinegar in glass bottles for your dressing. That would never happen in the US.

We had two fantastic dinners and one “Worst dinner ever.” The two fantastic dinners were very different experiences: a rowdy boisterous neighborhood restaurant famous for its beef, and rightly so, because it was one of the best we’ve eaten outside of Argentina. The other was a fancy, small, restaurant with Austrian-Italian fusion cuisine.

The best dinner we had was cooked by our friend Marta (“La Marta”) in her apartment. That was the highlight of our trip. Marta introduced us to the local extra virgin olive oil, which she argues is the best. She’s right. All others pale in comparison. And she cooks a fantastic fish.

Oh, and the sites were fun, too. We introduced George to David, and Venus, and the Ponte Vecchio. We exposed him to all the culture he could handle. (Better than the opposite)