On this trip no diets existed and the idea of one seemed foreign prior so to those of you wondering what my diet consisted of on this trip, don’t worry. The result of my choices was and continues to be happiness. Now that that has been covered, let’s talk about the food that has been nourishing me with the energy to type away. Il cannolo siciliano is art. A nice hard shell filled with a ricotta cream. If that does not have your mouth watering, please close this tab. I have avoided cannoli (the plural in Italian not cannolis!!!) for a while because I thought it would be best to get them from their home, Sicily. I did not realize how addictive they would become. I gave César my wallet to hold with the excuse that I did not want to carry it around, the truth that I have been withholding from him is that I wanted him to hold it because I did not want to blow away my money on cannoli. I constantly think about giving all my possessions in exchange for cannoli.