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...The train ride from Rome to Sicily was
fairly uneventful - with the exception of my late-night male visitor,
who decided he could sneak into my first-class car and stretch out on
the bench across from me…..staring at me with wide eyes and unwilling
to leave the car. Though the conductor finally ousted my unwanted
visitor on one of his regimental late night checks, I nonetheless
arrived exhausted when we reached the Siracusa port. Fortunately, the
weather was our alarm clock - rejuvenating our energy throughout the day
as we admired the architecture in Palermo - finding beauty in the
magnificent dilapidation. |