The dogs that sang me to sleep last night are the same that woke me this morning. It must be the full moon. After the wide emotional swings that defined our Sunday, this unexpected day off couldn't happen at a better time.
Karen and I are the first ones up, and we look in the kitchen area expecting he typical light Italian breakfast of coffee and pastry. We are pleased to find that and so much more. Innkeeper Franceso has set out a complete spread with yogurts, juice, fruit salad, cereal, and Nutella. The rest of the crew slowly arises, and are curious to know what the day promises. The good news is that we can stay here another night, so the pool becomes the only item on our agenda.
The Pool Boys, in a real pool
More pool time, and naps, before we go to a mall to meet Vilma. A mall is the last place we want to be, but I need a new pair of shorts (black ones to wear with the TMen) and there's also a grocery store. The mall gives me a headache, the fluorescent lights, noise and perfumes are all too much. After a couple hours, we find Vilma, who works a an electronics store. She wants to take us for a coffee at MyPlace, a little cafe where she DJs on Thursday nights. We are joined by JeanLuka, another DJ and festival organizer. Much conversation ensues.
Vilma is still, and rightly so, upset about the shut down of her concert last night. She is forthright in declaring that it was the mafia who were behind the calling of the Police. She is frustrated because they kill entrepreneurship, as no one can try to do anything new, especially for young people. As we are sitting by the street, a fan who was at the show last night recognizes us and walks up. He repeats exactly what Vilma has just said, then asks us to come again to Cosenza.
We talk music and movies for a long time, then head back to Palazzo Conforti for a moonlight swim.
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