First things first, we looked for soy-based gelato, or soya-gelato, no dice. But they do offer a no-milk "sorbetto," made from fruit and sugar. So I got some strawberry. Normally I hate the idea of walking into a gelato store filled with epic flavors and choosing "strawberry." But it's my only choice if I don't want to eat milk, and it is actually quite nice, especially when it's mega-hot like it was when we arrived.
We arrived in Nuoro, a town in the mountainous center of Sardegna, literally the city is on a mountain, all the streets are on a hill, like the hillier parts of SF but with much smaller streets.
The museum has a smart-car that they have given us to use. The other day a kid walked by us in the car and when he saw it did the Nelson Ha-Ha
at us. That's all I need to say.
Is my spray-tan too orange?
Before anything was up... (Deanna made me edit her out. It's her period, and she said she looked fat. You don't argue these things, it's the key to a long relationship.)
Went to the store to get some snacks - we needed a small bottle of olive oil. I was joking with Deanna, "We're in Italy, they probably have an entire aisle of olive oil!" And then fuck me, they did. No joke, a whole aisle of oils.
Construction fire outside my hotel window.
Deanna thinks these moths are trying to get into our room to lay eggs in her ear at night.