Ah, the language barrier strikes again! Similar to the camera singolo "snafu", camera doppolo is not a word and should read camera doppio, but such is life speaking in a language we only partially know.
Also, regarding the Sicilian's supposed acceptance of us: While some Italians have asked if I am Italian, in Trapani, Conor was stared and glared at much less than I was (by women!). At some points on certain vias, women looked at me as if I had leprosy and at one point, I even looked at my shoes to see if they had toilet paper on them, as their fervent stares warranted a checking-over of myself. One evening, even, as we waited to cross the street, a mother with a stroller not more than a foot or two away from me, stared me up and down for a full thirty seconds. This is something I could not wrap my head around.
FOR THE RECORD, the walk at Favignana was an hour and one half according to the difference in time between the photographs taken at the departure of the first beach and arrival at the second beach. Additionally, on the way back, we hailed a bus, not some manaical driver in a random 1984 Fiat, as Conor would have you believe.
I'm happy I got a chance before we leave Sicily to relieve you all of the lies this crazyman has been spouting.
Baci e Abbracci
mk
P.S. And now, infinite guilt after reading his Tipping Point posting.
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MK, I think those Sicilians stares were of admiration and wonder - as in how cute you look with this handsome lad. Next time, ask the person who is staring, "Howdie! Can I help you?" Or "How is your day going?" in Italian. That should blow their minds.
Anyway, can't wait to have you back in the US. Lucky for Maryanne who will pick you up. Enjoy Rome and give my regards to Gregory the 16th.
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