One more day

Today was our last full day in Rome. Tomorrow evening will find us back on a plane, winging our way back to Düsseldorf.

Every day but one on this trip we have visited Della Palma, which I can only describe as an ice-cream temple. They have a nine-meter long bay filled three-deep with every ice-cream flavor you could possibly imagine. Each time we visit we get two flavors, served not by the scoop but by the blob, dolloped onto a cone from a long spatula. Except for tonight I've had chocolate every time, and I still haven't even made it through all of the offerings available in that genre. Tonight, though, I went for vanilla and pistachio, both of which were wonderful.

In fact, dinner tonight was the perfect Italian trifecta. Pizza, then espresso from Rome's best cafe (Sant Eustachio, where espresso costs €1, thirty cents more than everywhere else), followed by home-made ice cream. Now I shall retire to the kitchen with Rose and Claudia and sip Lemoncello until the time has come for sleep.

I'm going to miss this place.