
This afternoon we went out for your average trip out for some
gelato. Except this time in the
Cinquecento, a car that makes the teeny, tiny
Smart Car look like something to which Snoop Dogg would add hydraulics.
How Italian, no? 3 people in a tiny car all out for an afternoon snack.
Will's dad took us down the hill to Trestina, a small town about ten minutes away. Will and his dad walked into the store ahead of me, while I lagged behind, daydreaming of what flavors I might combine-- was I in the mood for something chocolate-y? Might they have the chocolate-pepperoncino heaven like at 3 Bis? Maybe something creamy and one sorbetto... any way: Delicious.
As my selections are solidifying in my mind, I realize that the Schenk men have halted in front of me and Will is acting all weird, trying to hide the window that looks onto my beloved treat.
Why?
BECAUSE IT WAS EMPTY!Apparently, gelato has a season, and this ain't it.
In other news, the week has been perfect: much-needed relaxation has been the central focus. The stress of the lack of gelato is something from which I'm sure we can bounce back.