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I’m Suffering from Gelato Withdrawal. . .

Finally, here is the much-awaited Italy Travel Blog. Due to high public demand, I’m putting out this one before the Chartres “1000th Anniversary of the Commissioning of the Cathedral” Medieval Festival that took place the week before I left for vacation, so stay posted for the Medieval Blog to come out probably next weekend. I really should write these blogs more often because I end up with so much to put in them they become very long - so here’s another long one, sorry!

I'm Suffering From Gelato Withdrawal

Lisa Damico
2007-03-08 19:53:32

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y a?" (What is it Armand, what is it?) over and over.

I was therefore very happy to arrive at the Milano Centrale train station where my cousin Paolo greeted me the next morning. Paolo took me back to his apartment, where
I had stayed the last time I was in Italy after my semester in Spain. Over breakfast (which in addition to fruit and yogurt included a bag of breakfast biscotti which somehow quickly disappeared over the course of the week) Paolo caught me up on recent events and gave me the itinerary for my visit. One might think a visit to one's distant relatives would involve a lot of sitting around with family photos, eating and the required tourist trip to the Duomo, but this is not the case with the D'Amico family (note: they still have the apostrophe). As I quickly found out I had quite the social CALENDAR ahead of me. In anticipation of all this excitement I took it easy during the day, I watched an Italian movie called "My Name is Tanino" which I was thrilled that I could watch in Italian (with Italian subtitles) and understand almost everything that was going on and napped while Paolo went to his philosophy class. Paolo and Roberto had planned a Happy Hour for later that night with some of their friends at a fun, new tapas bar that had opened in Milan. After a little confusion in which
Paolo thought Roberto had picked me up after work and Roberto thought Paolo was bringing me, (so basically everyone was there for Happy Hour with the "cugina americana" except for the cugina americana), I sipping on a mojito at the bar attempting to speak a little Italiano, ahhhh vacation :) The night only improved when my love for gelato was remembered and we set a course for the closest gelateria. After three scoops in a cone, we were invited by Francesco, a friend who had come for Happy Hour, to see his "fork chairs" at his apartment (at this point I'm thinking I must be misunderstanding their Italian, fork chairs?? Note to self ask Paolo & Roberto for ...