Pasqua

Easter was good fun.   As Oscar put it, "This is the best day ever.   Lemonade, fireworks and meat.   I love how the Italians celebrate Easter."   We hung out in a piazza and watched as Jesus was paraded around the streets, followed by a marching band and hordes of people.    Fireworks blasted from the top of the mountain and literally reverberated throughout our bodies.   (For some reason my pictures of the actual celebration won't upload.   It is very odd but I am assuming there may have been some Divine Intervention.    It is a sacred holiday afterall.

  We returned to our car only to find that I had managed to get it towed.    After all of my careful manouevering to get me right onto the curb in between two light posts.   I thought I deserved a medal.    I did assume  the buses wouldn't be running on this day because it was such an enormous celebration.    In the end it was a pain in the butt but a solvable problem.   Ellen's husband's cousin is the Chief of Police and Ellen worked her magic on the car pound guy and the car pound was opened for us so that we could get the truck back right away.    What I hadn't counted on was my near celebrity status in Scicli.   It seems, not surprisingly, that this event was witnessed by more than one person.   But only one family in Scicli drives a beast such as ours.

That was humiliation number 1.

Humiliation number 2 was when Serina and I decided to delay our gym experience and watch a soccer game instead.   The players kicked the ball over the fence.   We thought we would retrieve it for them.   It did not even remotely occur to me that I wouldn't be able to kick the ball back over the fence.   Anyone who knows me can likely imagine how enraged I was at my repeated inability to kick the ball back over the fence.    The soccer team stopped laughing after the second try.   Fortunately Serina got it over on her first try.   Then she said, "I bet you are glad I'm the one teaching the kids how to drop kick."  Ha ha ha hilarious.

Later that day it got really windy and we thought it would be a perfect time for a beach adventure so off we went.   It was very moody and ominous.   In fact, that night the roof of our outdoor eating area, blew away.    It is exhausting just remembering the crazy storm that blew over our house for the last couple of days.   I have to go to bed immediately.   More blog later.