After a good nights sleep, my jet lag evaporated and I felt fantastic in the morning. Whoever said that it would be difficult to adjust to the time zone was wrong. It was fairly easy in my opinion. What was difficult and is difficult is adjusting to the meal sizes.
Breakfast is fairly big, lunch is bigger still, and dinner is small. When we got up this morning we went out for a special breakfast called granita. It is a special type of meal unique to southern sicily. It looks just like a giant ice cream sundae and tastes like one too.
The portion was too large for me to finish and this is coming from a girl who loves sweets. Us children got chocolate flavored while the adults favored a coffee. It comes in many different flavors as well.
After breakfast we walked around a little in the main part of the town to try and find an ATM machine so I could withdraw some euros for Quinn and I. Sofia, being my buddy, walked hand and hand with me the whole way.
Not finding an ATM that could take international cards, Giancarlo led us into a church before we hopped back in the car. The church was the absolute epitome of a "typical" Italian church.
The inside was grand and all hand painted, I was told.
They were prepping for a wedding later on in the afternoon so we only had time to take pictures and get out. Unabashed of being tourists, both Quinn and I had our phones out the entire time taking pictures of everything.
The shopping mall was next where we picked up a hairbrush (I forgot mine) and Federico got some new contact lenses. Only parts of the building were air conditioned so when we found a spot we remained in blissful happiness for a few minutes.
A talent scout (famous in Italy for his talent show 'amici') was there for that day only listening to people sing/dance/act. He was fluent in both Iranian and English but his parents live in Tampa.
We listened to a couple of the people sing and even though I don't understand Italian, I knew that they weren't that good...
Also what's up with Italian boys and their feminine clothes? I feel bad when I can't tell the boys from the girls.
They have a lot of Nutella here. Between the gelato and this, I wonder why they aren't fat.
Leaving the mall, we came back home and lounged for a bit before having a mixture of pasta and chicken for lunch. It's very hot here. VERY HOT. And no air conditioning. The coolest place is laying on the floor. The others enjoy making fun of me for it.
After a game of poker -(I won)- we went bowling and then to the arcade. Davide's father drove us into town so we could do so.
Federico refused to smile for a picture even though he won the game. I got second to last. So much for bowling...
When we were done, Davide's father drove us back and we played another game of poker. I won. Again.
They had invited a lot of guests over for dinner so there was an assortment of dishes to eat. I favored pigs in a blanket and pesto noodles as well as pasta salad.
A soccer game between Brazil and Italy was on after this so all the boys flocked to the tv to watch and I took the time to write this entry.
I think a game of water pong is about to take place so I will close up today with this:
Pasta and granite is fantastico.
I even asked you if you had your hairbrush! *sigh* Oh, you. That church is gorgeous. It's so interesting to see the difference between eastern and western churches- this one is so much more colorful than the ones I saw, which were super Gothic and creepy. Remind me never to take you on in a serious poker match. Also, Nutella is all over Austria, too. Miss you! -Natalie
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