Walking and eating gelato

Wednesday night I made up my mind that I was going to go into town and find the gelaterria Eveline had suggested at Piazza Santo Stefano--without a map! I walked down via San Vitale, finally free to wander in and out of stores at my own pace and get as lost as I wanted. I wandered around the piazzas and back alleys, discovering awesome little stores and getting completely lost. Since it was going to be the last time that I had any bit of free time, I treated myself to a great pasta meal and sat on one of the side streets and watched the world pass by. But I still hadn't found the Piazza S. Stefano, so I asked for directions, and found out that I had turned down every street but via S. Stefano and that the gelaterria was really easy to find. I can't walk and chew gum, but I can walk and eat gelato at the same time! While I was savoring what had to be by twelfth gelato in Italy, I remembered that Eveline had said that she hadn't had any gelato yet, which I thought was so terrible. So the next day I had gelato for the thirteenth time and we made sure that she didn't leave Italy without having her gelato!