No, I’m not referring to the World Cup or anything with the title. It’s just that I’m in Germany at the moment, and I’m having a hard time trying not to compare the two countries.
Take food, for example. Now, Italy’s grub trounces Germany most days. But then there are all those tasty and seedy breads Germany puts at the breakfast table. They beat those cellophane-wrapped “brioche” Italians put up with all to hell.
Another thing I like is the public transportation system in Germany. No, I’m not talking of the trains and buses. I’m talking about the extensive network of well-marked walking trails and bike paths. They’re everywhere. And people use them.
German fountains tend to be far more interesting and whimsical than Italy’s classics. Almost every town has a few that make you smile, or even squirt the inattentive who might wander near.
But you know what? It’s time to get back to Italy. I’ve eaten enough spargel. Spargel is (mostly) white asperagus. It’s time is now.
I’ve struggled with the incomprehensible language and the words more than 36 characters long. I’ve eaten too many lake fishes from Lake Constance.
What I really want is some lardo.