Pizza Hunt

I have officially resigned my hunt for gluten-free pizza in Italy.

I have tried 9 different times to get it. I've spent $30 euro on a cab right to get to one place. I've walked for an hour to try another. I've called a restaurant, they've told me that they'd have pizza, so I made dinner reservations, showed up---only to find out that they don't have anything gluten-free. I've dragged Courtney and Lauren down aimless streets for hours, only to find that the pizzeria is closed on that particular day.

Some of the reasons why my hunt has failed:

• The restaurant was closed on that day
• The gluten-free chef was off work that particular night
• The restaurant didn't even have gluten free food
• The restaurant was closed for their afternoon "siesta"
• The restaurant was done making gluten free pizza for the day
• The restaurant only makes gluten free pizza when you pre-order the morning before

I had actually decieded to give up prior to last night. Eight failed attempts and two mental breakdowns over pizza had been enough for me. But when Courtney and I were leaving the hostel to go out to dinner last night, we started chatting with the front desk clerk. The clerk was recommending pizza places and I decieded to inquire if he knew of any gluten free. He told us that many people in his family had Celiac's and he knew of two different restaurants. He even had a sticker from one of the restaurants on his motorcycle helmet and very ethuasictically gave us walking directions.

It should have been a 20 minute walk, but Courtney and I took two wrong turns, circled back to our original point and then didn't know what the exact address was. After about 45 minutes, we managed to find the restaurant. As we approached I starting jumping...the lights were on (OMG!). I get to the door...and there is a gluten-free pizza sticker on the window (YAY!). I walk in, ask the host "Do you have gluten-free pizza?".... he replies "yes" (I am screaming in my head: Yes, Yes, Yes---FINALLY! and Courtney and I are hugging). I get excited to quick though...the host turns and says "oh, wait. we are all done cooking that dough for the day. No pizza".

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Dear God, WHY?!?!?!

I believe in fighting for want you want, whether that be a person you care about or just getting a pizza. However, sometimes you have to let go. Sometimes you can try all you want but it still won't force something to happen. I made a valiant effort to eat pizza in the country of it's origin but I have to conclude that God just doesn't want me to eat it. I concede and Italy---you win...

I guess it will be more mozzerella for me...