Rome + Liz = Diabetes.

Sorry for the lack of posts this week. Ian arrived safely Saturday afternoon and we've been running around Rome for the past two days. Alex took off for Amsterdam on Friday (JEALOUS.) and gets back tonight. I'm incredibly excited to hear about her weekend, but even more excited about the fact that WE GOT TICKETS TO SEE THE ROMA VS. LAZIO MATCH ON SUNDAY. Get ready for that post next Monday. It's going to be crazy. Anywho, you're probably wondering about the title of my post. Well, Ian and I decided to go out and have a little coffee/snack before I cooked dinner tonight, which turned into a pre-dinner dessert. I ordered viennese coffee without knowing what it was (I was hoping for something like a melange), but it turned out to be more like whipped cream and chocolate shavings with a shot of cold espresso. I also gave in to boyfriend pressure and ordered the tiramisu. This was simultaneously the best and worst decision ever. It was the best tiramisu I've ever had, but combined with my already sugar-loaded "drink," it was a lot of sweetness. It wasn't just your average sugar rush. I actually had the shakes.