Ciao

Fingers crossed I’m flying off to Sicily.

I’m going to indulge at the new Vedura Spa, sample the sea salt of Trapani, maybe taste the wine in Marsala, smell the Mediterranean, eat fresh seafood, drown everything in local olive oil, and probably break down and eat some bread. The weather is supposed to be crap—it will be warmer and sunnier here in Paris—but I’ll take it. Three nights in Sicily sounds really swell right now.