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Mar. 4th, 2011 09:03 pmBah.
This weekend is Carnevale (and I get Monday and Tuesday off!) and I had wanted to go to Sciacca which is famous for its parades but the bloke I was due to couchsurf with double booked. Ho well, if the worst comes to to worst I'll stay in Palermo for the weekend which should be good whatever.
Today my watch started playing silly buggers. It did this last summer but while a few bangs normally solve the problem, corporal punishment wasn't working in this case. I thought maybe the battery had finally gone and took it to the jeweller. The elderly gentleman spoke no English but he was able to offer the word 'Kaput'. I thus ended up paying 45 Euro for a new swatch which at least comes with a 2 year guarentee. I will mourn my old watch though , I think I bought it about 5 years ago at argos in Edinburgh for about 6 quid. It has gone with me ever since. I have spent more than I paid for it on replacing straps and batteries so it really owed me nothing but it did me proud. My new watch however has smiley multi-coloured hippos! It looks so professional....
As mentioned a few weeks ago Milazzo has had problems with refuse collection. It's piling up on the streets again so I guess the council will have to write to the regional parliament to beg for funds quite soon. Today on my morning constitutional I walked past a rubbish point (the procedure seems to be take your rubbish to special places on the street) and on the side I noticed someone had been having a clearout and they had dumped several photo albums. I took them home with me. Most are from the 60s but a few date back as far as the 40s. They are nice pictures. Days out, times with the family. Weddings with happy and hopeful young faces. Many of them have obviously been taken professionally. The main protagonist (I assume the wife of the photographer) is a plump woman with big teeth but a sweet and open face whom I can't help but like. I have no idea who would throw these things away. There was other family debris about so my suspiscsion is that someone died and there was a general clearout but I feel it's very sad to throw away someone's memories.
knowing myself all too well I will keep them forever but one could with for a bit of context.
This weekend is Carnevale (and I get Monday and Tuesday off!) and I had wanted to go to Sciacca which is famous for its parades but the bloke I was due to couchsurf with double booked. Ho well, if the worst comes to to worst I'll stay in Palermo for the weekend which should be good whatever.
Today my watch started playing silly buggers. It did this last summer but while a few bangs normally solve the problem, corporal punishment wasn't working in this case. I thought maybe the battery had finally gone and took it to the jeweller. The elderly gentleman spoke no English but he was able to offer the word 'Kaput'. I thus ended up paying 45 Euro for a new swatch which at least comes with a 2 year guarentee. I will mourn my old watch though , I think I bought it about 5 years ago at argos in Edinburgh for about 6 quid. It has gone with me ever since. I have spent more than I paid for it on replacing straps and batteries so it really owed me nothing but it did me proud. My new watch however has smiley multi-coloured hippos! It looks so professional....
As mentioned a few weeks ago Milazzo has had problems with refuse collection. It's piling up on the streets again so I guess the council will have to write to the regional parliament to beg for funds quite soon. Today on my morning constitutional I walked past a rubbish point (the procedure seems to be take your rubbish to special places on the street) and on the side I noticed someone had been having a clearout and they had dumped several photo albums. I took them home with me. Most are from the 60s but a few date back as far as the 40s. They are nice pictures. Days out, times with the family. Weddings with happy and hopeful young faces. Many of them have obviously been taken professionally. The main protagonist (I assume the wife of the photographer) is a plump woman with big teeth but a sweet and open face whom I can't help but like. I have no idea who would throw these things away. There was other family debris about so my suspiscsion is that someone died and there was a general clearout but I feel it's very sad to throw away someone's memories.
knowing myself all too well I will keep them forever but one could with for a bit of context.
