I went for my first gelato today while I was wandering through Lucca. The Gelateria owner, a charming old man, asked me for my order and I went with my favorite 2-scoop combination: pistachio and nocciola (hazelnut). He proceeded to come out from behind the counter, hand me my cone, and said to try both flavors simultaneously. I obviously honored his request and took a bite, grinning ear to ear as my taste buds danced in delight. He then said with a cheeky grin, “Una donna, quando lei mangia, non puo essere piu sensuale.” If he was 40 years younger, I would have been weirded out by this comment, but there was something so sincere in genuine in his eyes that I didn’t take offense. A woman is never more sensual than when she eats.
Yes, Italy…I do believe we are a match made in heaven. Though I must confess that I fear what this means for my waistline.