This is not an ordinary carrot.
So, I'm sure that this doesn't happen to everyone who goes to Italy. After going into the Duomo I decided that I didn't want to climb the bell tower and so I decided to wait around the plaza area where there are lots of tourists, street vendors, and street artists. I sat down in a chair in front of the long line of street artists. Suddenly, this street artist walks over to me, half of a carrot already stuffed in his mouth, he handed me a carrot,
"Here, Carrot!"
Me: "Oh no, it's okay!"
"Carrot! It's very natural! Sweet, it's sweet."
Me: "Uh... uhh... agghh. Okay! Thanks!"
Lol, yes I took a carrot from a stranger. But it was actually pretty sweet. I didn't die, so it was safe... Thank goodness. I sat there and finished my carrot awkwardly...
Italian story of my life...
Had some Gnocchi.
I'm never going to eat Gnocchi alone ever again. :/ I got so tired of it because it just tasted so dang cheesy. Sucky thing about Italian restaurants is that most of have a cover/service charge, like €2 per person. And they charge for water, a limited amount of water. So I didnt get any water. And I was gunna die from thirst and boredom of the cheesy Gnocchi taste.
I found Hmong sausages!
;D I wanted to try them, but I wouldn't have had anything to cook it in :(
Best Calzone's ever. And only €2.50 each!