How quickly we forget the pain of an injury, or a sickness. The agony, or severe discomfort that’s felt, is quickly forgotten, once the cause has been eliminated.
Yesterday’s ‘plane crash’ is history. Forgotten as quickly as it happened. That’s how it is. On an extended trip like this, we know to expect an unsatisfying day or two. A quirk here or there. We get over the frustrations. Behave like adults. Don’t get in a huff or sulk. Laugh them off. It’s the best medicine.
Camping Lilybeo Village provides an easy 9K Scoot into Marsala. Our trusty steed drops us right in front of the the old town wall portal.
It’s narrow streets, hemmed in from above, house an array of chic independent stores. The even narrower off shoots, set up with inviting table & chairs, do their best, but we’ve had a late breakfast. Remain steadfast. Not tempted. Head for the massive indoor and outdoor portside archeological museum. But before we do, a stop at a cool fountain presents a pretty photo opportunity.
Back at base, we are not the only ones with rumbling tums. The local cat community senses that Mrs S is a soft touch. On the way back to camp, we’ve stopped off. How do they know? Maybe it’s the sound of a tuna tin being opened.
After dinner, Mrs S adopts her atypical profile. Despite it being late. There’s ironing to be done. As one does . . . outside and in the dark.
