italian mozzarella

i got to meet up with some famous photographers while i was in italy. it was actually SL’s idea since i was missing the photo awards ceremony back in KL, and since these guys can’t make it to KL either, that we’d have a mini award ceremony of our own in *ahem* campo di fiori, rome itself.

and so i emailed carlo gianferro and giandomenico marini and we agreed to meet up on my second evening in rome (technically, my first evening since my first day was in castelfusano, but that’s another story altogether).

the meeting was supposed to be at 7pm but i left the train station early since i was quite sure that i would be getting quite lost. and yes, i did. i took a bus that overshot my stop by two stations and had to backtrack on foot. by the time i found the place, i realised one critical dilemma: all italian men look the same to me and i have no idea how these guys look like.

(no SL, they did not arrive on a vespa, or two :))

here’s one word of advice when lost in rome: have a gelato. no seriously, over the following few days, i found myself constantly dizzied by the streets in rome, but there will always be gelato and thus, there will always be some kind of happiness and hope available.

i bought my first gelato (peppermint chocolate chip) and went to sit at the foot of the giordano bruno statue at piazza di campo de fiori. remember how i told you that things work out if you’d just a gelato? well, over comes this almost bald italian guy in blue denim shirt, looked at me and tried to pronounce my name. close enough. he introduced himself as giandomenico and that carlo was on the way. carlo is always late, he laughs.

how did he pin point me from the crowd? duh, i was the only asian looking girl, hah!

carlo eventually arrived and we went to one of those cafes that looks out to the piazza. the waitress brought mozerella and the two guys attempted to explain to me what mozerella is. no, it’s not like the mozerella cheese you get at home. from giandomenico’s description, it is a cheese that is almost a cheese and has been removed from the process at one point. that’s why the consistency of the one i had that evening was not solid like the ones back home. it’s texture is almost like jelly. mozerella is eaten just like that with maybe a bit of pepper or diced tomato or olive oil.

sorry la, takde gambar. aku tak nak jakun ambik gambar semua benda depan these guys. he he he.

the two guys are super fun to hang out with and tak lansi langsung. they are both good friends and giandomenico was telling me how when carlo first started taking pictures, how awful they are. they were just terrible, he tells me. and fast forward some years, here we are, carlo won first place in this year’s world press photo awards. how awesome is that.

the two told me stories and jokes and more mozerella trivia and i realize how fluid the italian sense of humour is. they tell me about other photo competitions they’ve been in and exhibitions and projects such as abusidarte, which i’m not sure people in KL would be able to stomach, but hey it was apparently a hit in rome.

and as the sun set (sun sets at 9.30pm in rome in the spring before the solstice) and the lamps came on around the piazza, we chatted some more about art and travel and the people we meet.

and of course, more mozzarella.

4 thoughts on “italian mozzarella

  1. i do envy you , i had always wanted to be a travel writer.Working and at the same time travelling.the problem is my english is like “longkang” (no offence to MYLONGKANG, he he).I just love molten mozarella eaten with rice.I bet you don’t find this in italy

  2. SL:
    the mozzarella thing on its own comes in a small cup, slightly bigger than a shotglass. it’s white and wobbly and smells pretty strong. you get a toothpick to poke it with.

    mylongkang:
    i’m so used to travelling in asian countries and blending in with the locals, so ya, i quite stand out in europe.

    xplorer:
    being a travel writer is not as glamorous as it sounds. it is a lot of work and takes a lot of energy both physically and mentally. the ‘writing’ part is one thing. the ‘travel’ part is difficult because it is more than just sightseeing. it is the actual study of a place. and this is very rarely kicking back and chilling out.

    travel for work and travel for holiday are two completely different things.

    oh, and there is no molten mozzarella there. mozzarella is eaten on its own :)

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