I'm writing this from Verona, Italy, at the Gregory residence. My Dad's long-time friend, Kyle Gregory, has been a musician in Verona for the past twelve years. He and his family have graciously welcomed us into their home these past few days, giving us a small taste of the city and of what their lives are like. Yesterday we took a day trip to Venice, only about an hour east of here. It's a remarkable city. I had never thought about how quiet a city would be if you replaced all the streets with canals and all the cars with boats. It's a very peaceful yet very active place. My Dad and I were both jazzed to be able to take a day-trip to Venice, but when Kyle asked his 14-year-old daughter, Emily, if she wanted to go with us, she rolled her eyes and said in disgust, "Venice? I've been there like 20 million times." I guess we can get accustomed to even the most special of places.
I was already in Italy once before, about five years ago on an EF Tours trip with my French teacher and ten other high schoolers. One of the most outstanding memories from those two weeks in Europe was the gelato. Yesterday in Venice, I found that my passion for that sweet heavenly substance has not diminished in the slightest. I can hardly ever say something is my favorite, no favorite color, no favorite number, no favorite book. But I'd say my favorite ice cream -- and actually perhaps my favorite thing at the moment -- is Italian pistachio gelato. Oh my goodness. And at one euro twenty for a scoop, I am currently a very happy man.
Happy summer to those who've made it there! And to those in Colorado, I'll be seeing you soon!
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