San Remo, etc.

I think San Remo is going on. Well, actually, I know it's going on, because someone mentioned it yesterday. I think my flatmate is watching it because there is the sound of a strident female voice making its way through the wall we share. And now clapping.

I'm not 100% sure what San Remo is about, though. As nearly as I can tell, it's some sort of music contest. I once heard it mentioned in relation to a song about a man who wished he was a pigeon. I think. I didn't 100% understand that song, either, though it did have a fairly pleasant tune and the man made some interestingly authentic pigeon-y sounds (if that was really him making them... if it wasn't, I shall be disappointed and lose whatever respect I previously had for him).

In other news, I had some food that was great, the other day. (Which makes it not really news, I suppose.) We went to this excellent restaurant in the sketchy part of town, and they made delicious regional things. I finally had tortelli di zucca (pumpkin), which people have been telling me to try since forever (or September, rather) but which I hadn't got around to before. Tiramisu for dessert, which is possibly a bit cliche' (check it out, I'm almost Italian - all putting my accents in as apostrophes) but this was the most delicious tiramisu I've ever had because they're wasn't too much alcohol in it. And we had lambrusco. Which some people seem not to like it (e.g. certain froggish family members who appear to think their froggish wine is superior) but I think it's quite pleasant.

And the day after that we had gelato not once, but twice. And it was excellent both times. I am full just thinking about it. I will miss your food a LOT, Italy, when I leave.