from Marsala: i give up

It is Sunday. Sicily parties, eats, takes walks, eats, goes to church, converses, eats. But it does not offer Internet access. A kind soul lent me his station for thirty seconds so that I can write that tomorrow, two posts will appear for the price of one. But today, I must do as the Sicilians do and put the computer to rest, so that I, too, can walk, eat, sleep, converse, eat, etc. Because it's Sunday.