When I was a little girl, Sunday was family day. We would attend church in the morning. Then, we would gather for the traditional Sunday dinner at 1:00. We always started with a plate of pasta. Then, we had the second course along with salad. And last, but certainly not least, we had dessert. My dad loved ice cream. Ice cream it was. Once dinner was finished and the dishes were washed, dried and put away, it was time to go on our weekly family adventure. It was amazing, how after eating all that food, we had the energy to do anything else. My sister and I never knew where we were going. It was always a big surprise. We would run to the car and climb into the back seat. We waited with gre