Heaven In Italian Is Spelled 'Nutella'

Today I got a spontaneous phone call from a friend of mine here in Rome who asked me if I wanted to go out to the centre. I had the day off work until 5 and so I told him to meet me at the corner of Dior by the Spanish Steps. This is my go-to meeting place because it's not too crowded, but you can see everything from this spot. Not to mention that you look pretty cool when you're standing right outside of it. He told me that it was cold out and that I should wear jeans and a sweater, and since I hadn't gone outside that morning yet, took his advice. When Italians tell you to 'dress warmly because it's cold out', never, ever believe them. I put on a pair of skinny jeans, a long sleeve white top, my favourite pair of tall brown riding boots, and even my new multi-coloured knitted scarf in case I was really chilly. Big mistake - it was 24 degrees out, and I would've been comfortable in a summer dress and jeweled sandals. But since I was already on the bus and didn't want to be late, I decided to deal with it. This was my second mistake, because I spent the day sweating buckets. I think I lost like 5 pounds just from walking around.
We ventured into Campo de Fiori where my friend Shayna recommended I try gelato from a place called Frigidarium. When someone tells you to try gelato from a certain place, you don't ask questions. You just do it. Naturally, I went in and ordered my favourite flavour (armerena, which is dark sour cherries). But Frigidarium puts a twist on it. They will dip your entire cone or cup of gelato in... Wait for it... HOT NUTELLA! Or, if you want just old fashioned chocolate or even coffee. This gelato was so amazing, that I am going back into the city again tomorrow, but of course this time, I will get it in a bigger size. I'm having withdrawals from this gelato after trying it only once, and I am seriously considering pooling all the money I have in my wallet, bank account and future retirement fund to buy this place. When it comes to gelato, these people really know what they're doing. Think about it. Cold, creamy, sour cherry gelato smothered in HOT NUTELLA! I also tried a flavour that is yellow and pink. It sounds totally weird, but it has this fancy alcohol in it which is always OK in my books. 

Since we're on the subject of food (a subject I find myself on quite a bit these days), someone from the centre of the city came up to me asked me if I lived in a certain neighborhood. I'm not going to name my neighborhood, but the one he mentioned was the one I lived in. I told him I did, and he says, "Aha! I knew it. I see you in Da Agastino's all the time!" Da Agostino's is the pizza shop by my house. I mean, really, you know you go to the pizza shop way too much when people from the opposite side of town start recognizing you because you're always in there. My favourite man from the shop, Roberto, and I made an agreement. We will sit down together or talk while he's shoveling pizza in and out of the ovens while he speaks in English, and I speak in Italian.