Kane beach

Last night the Italians next to my campsite we're staying up late. I joined them since we were talking about the Mt Etna eruptions. They are from Catania so they had inside news about ashes and small rocks falling on the roads so that the Vespas weren't allowed to ride. But the Italians wouldn't comply with that anyway, now would they?

It turns out that they speak some broken French so we were able to communicate between a little bit of Italian and a little bit of French. Francesco started telling a joke about a guy who went to heaven and made a bet with St Peter.

Today I'm treating myself to a mattress and an umbrella on a fancy beach. Had a super nice lunch and it was a joy to sit here in the warmth, realizing that next week I will be back in Crested Butte.

A great song comes on and I'm thinking it's something new and modern, it turns out to be from 1980 from the Italian disco era. Ma Quala Idea by Pino D'Angio, turns out he 'sampled' a bass line from another disco song. Mmmmm. Great tune though, I check out the Italian lyrics, it just sounds so exotic in that language.

Dinner tonight with the Italians from the next door camp, they laugh a lot it should be a good time.Læs mere