On the drive back into town, we went looking for a classic
European dessert.
Working at the SCUBA shop, my bosses and supervisors have
shared stories with me of travelling all over the world. One of our owners
actually grew up in Germany and told me about a treat called “Spaghetti Ice.”
When I went to Dresden and Berlin, no one had heard of it, but Matt and Lizzy
had. It is a treat that is made in most Italian owned ice cream parlors—which are
popular apparently all over Europe.
We stopped at an Italian ice cream parlor on the way home.
It was laid out like a restaurant. Lizzy and I went in to save a table while
Matt parked the car. Looking through the menu, all of the items on it were some
type of ice cream. There were mixed drinks with ice cream, traditional sundaes,
and pages of spaghetti ice and other treats.
Essentially, to make spaghetti ice, they take the gelato and
put it through a spaghetti machine. It is then topped with various sauces and
treats to make it look different Italian dishes. The “traditional” is topped
with strawberry sauce and white chocolate flakes (to look like spaghetti sauce
and parmesan) but others included caramel, chocolate, and other sweets to look
like all types of pasta. There was also “Lasagna ice” and “Pizza ice.”
As I promised my boss I would, I got the traditional one.
Lizzy ordered a caramel sundae, and Matt was the official photographer of the
event (my camera having run out of battery.) Lizzy was disappointed that the
caramels in her sundae were as hard as rocks, but my spaghetti ice tasted amazing.
It really did look like spaghetti. The texture was a little bit crunchy but it
totally tasted like strawberry and vanilla ice cream!
It was definitely the largest portion of dessert I had had
since I got to Europe. This was the amount of ice cream I was more accustom to
eating in the US (supersized!) and it tasted amazing. I was however, totally
stuffed by the time I finished.
We went back to the house and watched a little TV. We caught
a few minutes of an episode of Walking
Dead and then watched a few minutes of The
X-Files: Final Solution. Lizzy walked over to the church to check what time
Mass was in the morning.
“You are welcome to come with me if you are up,” she said. “I
never understand it, but maybe the Indian priest will be there to translate it
for me.”
“If I’m up in the morning, I will definitely go,” I said.
“That’s fine,” she said. “If you need to sleep, sleep!”
“Ok,” I said. “I think I’m actually going to go to bed now. You
guys tuckered the college student out.”
They laughed and followed me upstairs. We all said good
night, and I got into bed. Journalling for a bit about the day, I soon found
myself nodding off, and fading into sleep. 
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