Missed my train in Sicily once and it turned into the best afternoon of the trip. I was supposed to be in Palermo by lunch. Instead I was stuck in this tiny station with a bar that sold cannoli the size of my forearm. The owner saw me sulking and just slid one across the counter. We ended up talking for two hours about his grandmother's ricotta recipe. I still think about that cannolo more than anything I actually planned to see that week. When has a plan falling apart given you the best story?
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That is a great story! Cannoli is soo good, I can only imagine how much better it was in Italy.🤩