During this time I have completed the 14 days PDC intensive program here in Sicily at Villa Francesca, been smashed by a fever and virus that has left me quite low in energy and several pound lighter and managed to finish the circumnavigation of this Island with my trusty companion JiJi in our now very crusty, gutless but reliable Fiat. I have just managed to buy a ticket, board a plane to Barcelona make my way into the central city and find a room for two nights without understanding one word of the process. Sicily as a whole is a land of contracts,every region has a different feel and vista, filled with dramatic land scape, breathtaking views, unfathomably inconsiderate and reckless motorists and no obvious pattern of form for how day to day life takes place. There is no central shopping district in any town, the signage and directions are uncomprehendable, traffic regulations are non existent or appear optional and forget about relying on Internet data. There is either no signal and if there is there is little if any infomation available. They say that the Sicilians invented there own hand signals and sign language so they could communicate to each other when they were forced to speak Italian instead of there own dialect and i feel i this place is functioning behind closed doors, you simply are in dark when your outside looking in. Barcelona definitely looks and feels like I imagined a large European city would look like. I'm certainly working through levels of overwhelm as i navigate my way around, as you all know I can get lost in my own back yard.
First nights task, get a micro sim card, find a laundromat and locate a post office so I can return gear that simply won't make the Camino as I'm carrying to Much weight. I am completely rudderless without my IPAD to tract locations down and fact find so after being told for the third time that I must have a contract to get Internet access ive handed the process over to spirit and got out of the way. As your reading this obviously the 4th attempt was a charm, an Angel in a shop here booted my system back to life. In a city of 1.6 million people the first two people I happen to meet that helped me out in a laundramat were two Melbournites, god bless em. In the morning Im going to try and find the post office and the main train station so I can buy my ticket to Pamplona which is roughly 4 hours Away. From there I will see how my recovery is and start the Camino. Love to all, talk soon.
Sacred Jewels
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