that'sa me.
cantante means singer, and contenta means happy; io means me. I liked the sound of the words. almost another song.
and that just about sums it up. i mean, there's no point in being miserable, is there, just because you were in a gorgeous hot and sunny city on the south coast of Sicily and you broke your leg and had to be put in 'gesso' - a cast - and returned subito to the cold of Toronto.
No, no point at all. So i'll take the sun and warmth of Italy and the people I met and just ride out this misery. Porca miseria, as they say.
Can't walk very well, or even sit at the piano to sing, but I'll figure out a new system, won't I ? 'Where there's a will, there's a way', as one of my hated teachers in grade school used to say, but she was right. I have a friend now who says, 'where there's a will, there's a relative'. ha ha, that's true too.
Got lots of pictures, but not with me, because i'm just in this place, using a free computer, for an interview with Wheel Trans, the system run by toronto's public transport, which picks up all the disabled people and brings them wherever for the cost of a bus ticket. Amazing, really, and I'm most grateful for that.
So next time I get to a computer - chi sa quando? - who knows when, I will post the pics.
In the meantime, it's nice of this hotel to let me sit here and write.
ciao for now
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