I went for a bike ride and about 15 of the 20 cars that drove past tooted. I don't know if it's because they don't see many blonde girls on bikes here, or if it was angry get the fuck off the road with your stupid camera tooting. There were lots of places I wanted to explore, but I was too scared of snakes/mafia. Then I made friends with a dude who was from Modica, where the chocolate comes from. He worked at a beautiful villa 3 km away with a small golf course and palm trees. He had worked there for 25 years. He had a photo album in the glovebox of his car. He showed me photos. And we spoke in Italian! I am getting better (still bad though)! I told him I was from New Zealand, but I don't think he knew where that was. What a nice guy! It's the first of december today, and it's about 25 degrees. Yesterday I had a massage from suave physiotherapist Massimo. It was really painful, but in a good way. I am pretty much in Africa, which is cool. Also, cactus heaven. And oranges everywhere. they are even all over the roads! I am very content.
