The day began in Spain at Balboa Park. We found ourselves amid beautiful and highly detailed Spanish-style architecture, walking through grand semi-circular arched colonnades and stretches of landscaped pathways. There were cactus and rose gardens, lovely palms and exotic flowers, coy ponds and sunbathing turtles.
At sunset we found ourselves in Italy, Little Italy that is. Starved and looking for an authentic meal, we found it at Buon Appetito. Having never been to Italy myself, I was charmed, not only by the genial, warm personalities and heavy Italian accents of the waitstaff, but by the atmosphere in general. Dim, rustic and comforting like home. Hearty bread and fresh tomato, basil and garlic bruschetta set us up for an exemplary dinner of linguine boscomare. Whoever dreamed up shrimp, bay scallops, sun-dried tomatoes and asparagus in a divine pink brandy sauce has become my gastro soulmate.
Shelves lined with elegant bottles of truffle oil (double swoon!), olive oil, aged balsamic vinegar, and every other life-changing Italian product you can imagine filled the corner specialty food market, making my heart flutter.
I feel love.
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