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What is it about Italy that makes me want gelato so badly?
I’ve braced many a heat wave in which my only wish was for some serious AC; but this thick, Italian heat conspires against my backside by eliciting a powerful and urgent need for a gelato; all day, every day.
Crowds and heat make me terribly grumpy (welcome to ship life in the Med), and there’s something amazingly uplifting about a simple gelato at that point... Perhaps it subconsciously brings back memories of that glorious music in the distance, heralding the coming of the Ice Cream Man and invoking the comfort of carefree summers at home; armed with this familiarity, I can stroll about an utterly foreign port and not feel out of place.
Though it's possible I’ve just watched Roman Holiday and Under the Tuscan Sun too many times.
Whatever the reason, I look forward to my daily passeggiata, accompanied by my favorite guy and a gelato cioccolato.