Welcome Home

After a day and a half in Catania, a beautiful baroque city (at least in il centro--the outer edges are pretty horrible), we are once again nestled in our Italian casa, Vicolo del Cedro 12. We immediately threw open the shutters, the better to hear the steady trickle of the water fountain across the street and the chatter of passers-by. I unpacked our suitcases for the first time this trip and even started a load of laundry while Steve ran out to buy olives, oranges and water at one of the few shops open on Sunday.

So now we are here and facing the difficult decision of where to go for dinner.