Goodbye, Dan and Kathy. You're too American for me now. Thank you, though, for sending me to Italy where I met my true parents, Stefano and Saveria. You may have seen them before in a Benigni film or any kind of pasta commercial. They own this adorable little restaurant called "Cavallino" (Little Horse), which is where I had my first, second, and eventually will have my thousandth piece of Ascoli pizza. Is it possible to adore two people so much that I barely know? Yes, it is, especially when they have the keys to my heart: pizza and feisty Italian humor. Saveria took out a bat to beat Stefano with after he told us for his love for a soccer player. It was perfect, and the tears that came out of my eyes only could not even corrupt the perfect food that these two make.
After our lunchtime adventures, our little apartment group went on the hunt for gelato, but it was unfortunately siesta time, so our usual spot was closed. Thankfully the Big Italian in the Sky graced us with the presence of Fabio and Matteo, who lead us to the most amazing gelato shop (His name was really Fabio and it was really perfect). The Kinder gelato was so choice.
I'll leave you with this cliff hanger: tonight, we are going to Twerk School.
Ciao,
Mary Rose.
PS: Roommate Deremith (code name for discretion obviously) said my blog is going to get me famous which was very nice considering she said that while bowing down to me and fetching me wild Italian flowers. She also complimented my passion for the ethical way in which I quote and portray my sources.
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