April 12, 2016
On a Beach in Cefalu
There is sand on my toes, and sand on my legs, and sand on my phone (because I dropped it). Here I am on a beach in Cefalu. The ocean in front of me is so blue and stretches for miles and miles that it eventually blends into the sky. Luckily it is a Tuesday which means the beach is quite empty apart from a few families, including two little naked Italian children named Sarah and Lorenzo. Poor Sarah keeps getting in trouble for pouring water on her brother and then loudly exclaiming “SCUSA!”
I took the 11 o’clock train and the return ticket is open-ended, so I guess at some point I will get up and explore the city, but for now, I am quite happy with my patch of sand. I plan to write a bit and read a bit — I brought a book called The Italian Girl and overall, I think it shall be a good day.
My day here went surprisingly fast. I shall take the train back to Palermo at 18:38 as I don’t think I’ll make the 17:09 (I definitely won’t) After the beach, I did wander the city and I saw a lot of laundry hanging to dry. Everyone does their laundry on the same day, apparently. I also saw a lot of stray cats and the saddest looking dogs the world has ever seen. I’m not one to usually get sentimental about dogs but these ones did make my heart ache a little bit. The streets streets seemed very lonely and empty today.
When I came across the Duomo, I sat on a bench and continued reading my book. A German couple sat beside me (there are a lot of Germans here) and when I sneezed, they laughed when the waiter said “Gesundheit” to me. There are also a lot of French people here. Now I am sitting on the rocks by the water – it is nice and private here. I just finished reading The Italian Girl — what a strange book! All these middle-aged/old people are travelling together. I just had the sudden thought of how fun it would be to travel Europe with my sisters or do a road trip across Canada. I’d really like to do that. Particularly, I would like to go to PEI and be like Anne of Green Gables. Today I was also thinking about the smell of my grandma’s house and how when I smell it again, I will probably cry. I can imagine the smell almost perfectly, but I think real life will be something else. I also keep thinking about rice and crunchy chicken and waking up and going down the stairs to the kitchen…I think booking my ticket home has really made me think of home more. Well, 4.5 months left!
The train left five minutes late but at last we are on the way back to Palermo! The sun is still very bright and high in the sky — our world can be very pretty sometimes. As I was waiting for the train, I saw a man drinking an espresso. The very espresso I was confused about when I ordered it for 1 Euro in Milan last August and thought “This is all I get for 1 Euro!?” Italians really do love their coffee. I have witnessed first hand how they will simply stop at the side of the road and get their espresso.
Funny…”Home” just started playing. I will truthfully be able to say “Another summer’s day, has come and gone away in Paris and Rome…”
I am going to say goodbye now so I can stare out the window and think. I think my face might be burnt or very tanned in any case. Bye.