Sardinia Day 2:
He woke up, got breakfast and his picnic sorted, onto the bicycle with the rods, up to his spot.
I woke up, fought for a while, met an angel who made me a bracelet, listened to music and walked passed him on the footpath.
I asked him if I could join him. He agreed but the problem was he spoke no English and I spoke no Italian. When I caught my first fish he smiled and let me continue showing me how it worked with examples and sign language.
4 hours later, and completely sunburned I left him with promises of tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, He also fed a Seagull with a Broken leg every day. Please see photo.
The only bit I didn’t like was the killing of the fish, but they fed the bird so hey, if it’s good enough for Mother Nature, it’s good enough for me. Really like Sardinia, finding it hard to switch off from New York and London buzzed up, but travelling and camping today so hopefully the mind slows and the body will follow.
Worrying about the future helps nobody. Miss y’all wherever in the world you are reading this. Smash the Day,