Don't you just love beginnings? Is there anything nicer than the smell of the first days of spring, the way her/his eyes look at you when you've just fallen in love, the first sip of wine after a hard day? It doesn't matter that you're allergic to pollen, that you'll soon dump your new Romeo or Julia because he/she is an idiot that prefers frozen TV dinners to your gourmet dishes and that the wine will give you a gigantic hangover during that important meeting tomorrow: that second of bliss is worth it even if you might regret it later. One of my favorite "firsts" is having my first meal during my travels, especially when in a new country. The only regrets I might have are those regarding my weight back home. At least there's always diet.
Fine, Italy is not exactly "abroad" for me, still whenever I travel back the first meal has a special taste really marking the change in flavors and aromas. The first Italian meal we had on our last vacation was even more than that. Just the previous afternoon my parents had gone fishing in the Gulf of Naples with some friends who own a boat and came back with a few small tunas, a young dolphin fish and a small swordfish. If that was the start of our vacation, I was looking forward to the rest! The tunas had been frozen already but we had a delicious meal with a swordfish pasta and dolphin fish main course.