Back to Sicily, but for how long?
When I finally arrived back in Sicily, after trying to recover by just relaxing at my hotel in Amsterdam, and deal with the jet lag, I was indeed happy to be met by my friend Angelo.
Angelo has been out of work with the rental car company since the very end of the summer and early fall crush of tourists here, so I am glad to have him act as my driver for airport pick ups. When we got to Sciacca, I realized two things. First of all, there was work to be done around the outside of the house, and second of all, I did not have the energy or strength to do it, without doing some harm to my post surgery sore chest.
The first item of business for me was to get x rays and blood work to take to the hospital for a check up. Everything seemed to be fine, and the folks in thorasic surgery seemed to love the wooden spreaders I bought from Roz as an example of hand made American crafts. Angelo met me at his house in Palermo, and took over the driving to the hospital and back, also making sure that I understood everything the doctor told me, which mainly was that I still needed to take it easy, that I would be feeling pain in my chest for another year or two, and that was my body's way of telling me to take it easy, and that above all else, I should take it easy.
After we finished with the doctor, we met Franci and Alessio at Franci's parents clothing store, and then took Alessio on to Angelo's house. It was great holding him on my lap as Angelo went through the curvy, tiny back streets of Palermo, making far better time than the folks who go up and down Via Roma and Via Marqueda. We parted company at Angelo's house, making arrangements for him to come to Sciacca to put in a day's work for me.
The next order of business, sadly, was to call my former college room mate, now a professor of Physics at Gettysburg College, and tell him that I could not join him in England for Thanksgiving. I also had to cancel my visit with our first year neighbors, Claudio and Giusy, and their new baby Ginevra, who now run a pasta delivery service in Bristol (Giusy cooks and Claudio delivers, fresh hot pasta with home made sauce, now that is Sicilian!!)
Fortunately, I had booked the flights fairly early on Ryan Express, and while they do not give refunds, I was only out 0.00 Euros, plus a little bit of tax. Good prices on those flights, and I will use them to get up to England to visit Claudio and Giusy soon.
Angelo has been out of work with the rental car company since the very end of the summer and early fall crush of tourists here, so I am glad to have him act as my driver for airport pick ups. When we got to Sciacca, I realized two things. First of all, there was work to be done around the outside of the house, and second of all, I did not have the energy or strength to do it, without doing some harm to my post surgery sore chest.
The first item of business for me was to get x rays and blood work to take to the hospital for a check up. Everything seemed to be fine, and the folks in thorasic surgery seemed to love the wooden spreaders I bought from Roz as an example of hand made American crafts. Angelo met me at his house in Palermo, and took over the driving to the hospital and back, also making sure that I understood everything the doctor told me, which mainly was that I still needed to take it easy, that I would be feeling pain in my chest for another year or two, and that was my body's way of telling me to take it easy, and that above all else, I should take it easy.
After we finished with the doctor, we met Franci and Alessio at Franci's parents clothing store, and then took Alessio on to Angelo's house. It was great holding him on my lap as Angelo went through the curvy, tiny back streets of Palermo, making far better time than the folks who go up and down Via Roma and Via Marqueda. We parted company at Angelo's house, making arrangements for him to come to Sciacca to put in a day's work for me.
The next order of business, sadly, was to call my former college room mate, now a professor of Physics at Gettysburg College, and tell him that I could not join him in England for Thanksgiving. I also had to cancel my visit with our first year neighbors, Claudio and Giusy, and their new baby Ginevra, who now run a pasta delivery service in Bristol (Giusy cooks and Claudio delivers, fresh hot pasta with home made sauce, now that is Sicilian!!)
Fortunately, I had booked the flights fairly early on Ryan Express, and while they do not give refunds, I was only out 0.00 Euros, plus a little bit of tax. Good prices on those flights, and I will use them to get up to England to visit Claudio and Giusy soon.
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