Hotel Rafael with bougainville near the ice cream place mama and papa discovered
Well, I figure since none of us will ever see all of Rome in a lifetime, I’ll just start putting in some things that interest me (ice cream shops, for example!) and we can share them together. Papa actually let me taste his pistacchio gelato and I’m hooked. The coffe wasn’t as good, but who needs coffee when one is a kitty who needs sleep? Next time it’s hazelnut for me…
Or maybe there is a sorbet of little grey mice? Hmm…drool.
Fresh fruits in window of gelato store.
The only other news I have is that Valentino Rossi did not win the GP on Sunday. And I hope that Mr. Kerry’s leg heals well, and condolences to Mr. Biden for the death of his lovely son at such a young age.
And hopes that Mr. Blatter will stop blaming his troubles on the USA when he is the one who caused all of them and arranged the World Cup in Qatar through bribery and underhanded dealings with the country, just as he has done throughout his career of dishonesty.
I’m off to exammine the inside of my eyelids.
Still under bed whenever possible…
What is the difference between gelato and ice cream? Asta the wire terrier has talked about gelato for years and we still aren’t sure what it is except it is evidently GOOD!
Gelato is the Italian word for ice cream. There are many kinds, some made with milk only and some made with cream and eggs but they are all ice cream and yes, delicious! The Italians are masters at ice cream, especially the Sicilians. Maybe I should do a blog on it…would be fun. I LOVE it but don’t get much…