I have a confession to make.
Noooo, it’s not nearly as tragic as my last confession, but, it’s pretty darn interesting all the same.
You see, last Sunday was an absolutely beautiful day here in Catanzaro. So bellissimo, in fact, that Pep and I did something we rarely do…
We skipped church.
Not only did we skip church, but we skipped church and went to the beach. My excuse was that I don’t understand the mass anyway. Mom says this is a poor excuse.
I know…I know…I am wrought with shame. The same shame I felt as I was tanning my hide at Catanzaro Lido. At one point, I looked over at Pep and asked if he, too, felt (that infamous Catholic guilt) for skipping out on church. He did.
So, as I lay there on my stomach in my blue and white splattered bikini, silently beckoning the sun to alter my God-given skin tone, I start playing with the rocks in front of me.
“This one is interesting,” I think as I reach out to take a closer look.