So it happened just the other day and it was ineveitable, really. I got, all of a sudden, really sick of pizza. Not throw-up-sick but fed-up-tired-of-pizza-sick. It was just before my evening tour the other night. I stopped to get some sustenance at a little pizzeria and had what would be called a pretty good pizza, light, thin crust, cheese melted just right, nice sauce…but I was not interested. That’s it, I snapped, i’m sure pizza and I will fall back in love but for now we’re fighting. I’m gonna cheat on pizza so bad when Chiara and I go to Amsterdam-nothing but frites for a whole week!! With tonnes of mayonaisse. Mmmm lekker…