From bonjourno all the way to buenoserra, there is a pastime in Italy that I never tire of: eating. I’m pretty sure Italians don’t either. And as the saying ‘when in Rome’ goes, we joined right in. Teenage me would never have admitted this fondness for food. But grown up me, who knows that life and travel are both too short for bad eats, relishes in every moment to take a bite out of somewhere and something new. And in Italy, wow, is it all delicious. I’m not including coffee in this post because by default, every cup we drank – from cappuccinos in the morning to espressos and macchiatos…