My last meal on Italian soil was McDonald's at the airport and I'm not even sorry.
Except that obviously I totally am, because the first meal I made when I got to Mum and Dad's gnocchi. FROM SCRATCH. And, you know, no big deal or anything but I totally improvised a roasted pecan pesto to go with it- because I felt like it.
I FELT LIKE MAKING MY OWN PASTA SAUCE. I don't know who I am anymore.