Two weeks in Italy with teenagers meant a lot of gelato (for them; the grownups mainly watched). After lunch, after dinner, while walking around in the sun in the afternoon.
One night they each ordered gelato frozen into a hollowed-out lemon. After the kids polished off the gelato, my sister and I each got a just-starting-to-thaw-out lemon peel to eat -- magnifico!
Even if you mainly watched, it was fun to see the different flavors and note how the cold stuff is piled into its containers in a different way than you would see ice cream on display at home.
The last night, Zoe pointed out a flavor that nobody, teens or grownups alike, wanted to even have a taste of.
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