February 28, 2008: Santa Maria La Scala, Italy A train rushed past on the side of the hill, its rhythmic gait gently waking me, reminding me that I shall, for the first time, be taking a train and leaving Sicily behind. There is a lot more of Sicily I would have liked to have seen, but time and circumstance have prevented any such excursions, as they were on the other side of the island. Eat, shower, dress, wander--the routine I had become accustomed to. This morning, however, was different. A camper pulled in last evening while I was resting in my
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