"I Thought He Was Moses Until He Told Me He Was A Terrorist" - Carnevale.

I don't know who you are.  I don't know what you want.  If you are looking for ransom, I can assure that I don't have money - I spend it all on white wine and pizza.  But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills that I have acquired over a very long career of being passionate about gelato.  Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you.  Gelato thieves.  If you bring back the gelato scooper now, that will be the end of it.  I will not look for you, I will not pursue you.  But if you don't, I will find you, and I will kill you.

Gelato means a lot to me.  Dare I say it is my main food group here.  So when some wannabe lumberjack has the chutzpah to STEAL the gelato spoon from my turf (Cafe Lorenz), that ain't going to fly.  Meredith and I witnessed this crime to humanity in the flesh and immediately went on a wild goose chase to catch this punk.  We never did.

This was only one of the many highlights of Carnevale.  For those of you unaware or confused, Carnevale is the Italian equivalent of Mardi Gras.  I'd like to consider myself a seasoned Mardi Gras-er thanks to none other than Daniel Hefner, but I wasn't prepared for this.  It's like Mardi Gras, Halloween, and April Fools all packed into one week.  Some of the costumes were a bit on the iffy side, but "everything is politically correct during Carnevale".  Like the man who inspired to the title of this post.  It was the evening of the gelato thievery, and being typical Jesuit students, we thought this man was dressed up as Moses.  Great choice, lovely Biblical man!  Wrong.  He told us he was dressed as a terrorist, so we put a big old "nope" on that one.  Then there was the man dressed as Zoro who tried to take us and called us Pinnochio.

On the less creepy side of Carnevale, there were fun gatherings during the day.  The piazza was packed and people were performing little skits.  Our professor told us a lot of them talk with a dialect so we probably wouldn't be able to understand.  Accurate.  It all went over our heads, but it was still really fun.  We danced with what I think were Oompa Loompas/Smurfs/Peacocks.  A man put a cone of shame on my for using my phone.  There was even some Chicago representation in the form of a man dressed as Al Capone.

It's not even over yet either!  Tomorrow is the grand finale of Carnevale, and seeing as this weekend has already been so strange, I'm intrigued and scared to see how they could possibly close it out.

Ciao!