I’ve never been a foodie. I don’t worship chefs, and I feel zero awe when someone presents a dish like it’s some sacred relic. I eat like a kid, and friends and clients often tease me for always ordering the same thing: butter pasta.
I’ve also been vegetarian for twenty years, and I still feel awkward when I have to ask for a dish to be changed to suit my needs. So even if I’d love to explore food more freely, I’m often limited.
And yet, if there’s one person I’ve always admired, it’s Anthony Bourdain. There’s a quote of his that’s stayed with me for years:
“If I’m an advocate for anything, it’s to move. As far as you can, as much as you can. Across the ocean, or simply across the river.”
Bourdain reminds us that our body isn’t a temple—it’s an amusement park, and we should enjoy the ride.
For years, I’ve lived by a simple rule: travel as much as possible, under any conditions. Sometimes that means a five-star hotel; sometimes it means getting lost in a Norwegian forest for eight hours with nothing but a backpack full of expired beers, no internet connection, and a black metal playlist. (True story—and still one of my top ten travel memories.)
I travel badly, often uncomfortably, sometimes half drunk, almost always without a plan. But I travel. Because I want to “enjoy the ride.”
And every now and then, I even find a restaurant that serves butter pasta.
See you next week,
Simone Puorto
