After class, I was wondering around the city and the fantastic aroma of fresh baked bread came wafting down the street. I looked around, and sure enough, there was a little bakery on the corner. I went in, and got a slice of pizza, and the young woman behind the counter asked me how tall I was (a very common occurrence) and I responded that I was around 198cm. She then asked me if I was Italian or not. I was a little shocked at the question, as it implied that there was a doubt, even after I had spoken.
Anyway, back to food.
The pizza was cold, but I now think that this type, with the tomatoes and cheese, is definitely supposed to be cold.
Despite it being Friday, I did not really feel like going out for dinner, but I also didn’t feel like making pasta. I walked down to the supermarket to pick up some bread again, having finished the loaf from yesterday already. However, it was closed, and none of the little grocery stores, which have mostly produce, had any decent bread.
So, I stopped by CiackOrnetto again for a sandwich to bring back to my room.
I got spicy salami (US translation: peperoni) and mozzerella, and could not resist getting a cornetto for desert.
This type of cornetto is called bianca e nero, on account of the two flavors of filling in it.