The Country Mice

One could, quite fairly, make the claim that entirely too much recent commentary has been in regard to food.

Cappuccino, insalata, pomodori (learned that in Italian class; doesn’t that just sound so much better than ‘tomato’?), verdura (vegetables), frutta, peperone, albicoca (apricot), arancia (orange), limone…  Even watermelon sounds exotic — cocomero. 

It all just rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it? Come on, give it a try. Roll your ‘r’s and say it out loud…

Which, of course, brings us around to that loveliest of Italian sounds, gelato.

Gelato.

Limone gelato. Noccio gelato (hazelnut). Fragola (strawberry), pera, strachiatella (bits of chocolate folded into vanilla)…

So imagine yourself in a little town where there’s a gelateria across the street from where you are spending the next three weeks of your life.

Wouldn’t you just be so happy?

The same picture as above but enlarged with my handy-dandy spy cam…

Why, who is that under the awning of the Gelateria Infiniti?

She wouldn’t have snuck away for a little afternoon treat, would she?

Busted.

And it looks like someone couldn’t make up her mind and snaggled three flavours from the proprietress.

You see, children?

Good things happen when you practice your instruments!