While in town, we would grab a cappuccino at the same coffee shop. Vitto would have a decaf by ordering a “barley” coffee, but I can’t confirm since he ordered in Italian. We would also stop by the grocery store and market to pick up fruits, vegetables, wine, and bones for Nero.

Over the next few days, I would either work on the dog pin or weed-wack the valley in order to mitigate the risk of brush fire. It was a pretty simple life and I loved it. Wake up, work hard, eat healthy, read, walk the dog, and finally sleep.

Every so often, Vitto would have a bright idea to visit something a bit more touristy. One day we went down the beach town of Gela. On the way, we passed some oil derricks, wind farms, and an Eni compound. Eni is the national oil company of Italy and I imagine they have a large presence in Gela because there is a disgusting looking port there. However, he found us a nice beach that I walked down for about an hour and a half. Vitto stuck by the car and chatted on the phone with this son.