March was a bit hectic.
At one point, towards the end of the month, I found myself on three continents in 24 hours. This was thanks to a rather out-of-the-way (and painful) 10 hour overnight layover in Dubai.
But I did it. I overcommitted myself, per usual. But I did it.
As they say around here: marzo è pazzo. March is crazy.
I’ll use is to justify my wanderings, but what it means is: marzo pazzarello guarda il sole e prendi l’ombrello. March is crazy- watch the sun and take an umbrella.
I’m happy that on the first day of April, the temperature is noticeably warmer. In March, the weather couldn’t make up its mind.
March is a beautiful time to be in Rome- the air has a hint of spring, but most nights still make you shiver.
Even if the skies are blue and the thermometer edging up, it will rain. The sun will disappear and you will be caught unaware. It. Will. Rain.
Hot and sunny one minute. Chilly and pouring the next.
Perfect weather for an affogato.
An affogato is hot and cold. Bitter and sweet. Gelato “drowned” in espresso, managing to find a balance.
That’s what we did. We found a balance: strolling and shopping in the sun; and hunkering down for some serious comfort food during the showers.
When you need a pick-me-up and don’t feel like waiting at Sant’Eustachio, head around to the other side of the Pantheon to Fiocco di Neve (“snowflake”) for an affogato allo zabaione.
Gelateria Fiocco di Neve
Via del Pantheon 51
UPDATE DECEMBER 2017: Fiocco di Neve is sadly closed and (maybe) transitioning to new ownership.