When in Rome, eat full-sized balls of mozzarella like apples

Mozzarella in Rome

Listening to my feet slap against the cobblestoned streets of a cold Roman winter morning, I had one thought running a continuous loop through my brain: Where will I eat breakfast?

This was my first day in Rome, and my last stop on a tour through the country. I was fulfilling what had become a tradition over years of traveling: to explore each new place by taking a run through its streets. It is the best way I have found to unwrap a body wound tight from long days of...

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