14:27, woke up late today, as I have nothing to do, I will be idle these few days – as I used to. Now I’m waiting for Pepperoni to come on my table in Pizzeria Cervo D’oro, Carlo’s suggestions. I don’t order Prosciotto this time, but in the other day i will. I’ve brought stuffs needed on the secret beach (It’s called Purgessimo Beach) ready for sunbathing again. The best thing of life is that you just think of what to do today after you got up. I’ve also brought my camera first time which’s best fitting in Carlo’s 2L bag. I admit that sometimes you have to keep the images you treasure, as someday later, you will find yourself more easily to fall into the stirring emotion when you dig out and see all these.
15:07pm, same as last time, one quarter left, and 2 Cola ordered. Wanting to eat pizza is kind of conflicting you from actually going and eating it. Because you know you will never able to eat all slices, you will waste.
I spent like 3 hours on the beach alone, then Carlo dialed me for meeting up at home half an hour later for cleaning the warehouse and garden under his workshop together. When I was about to leave the beach, a cool lad just looks like Alexander Supertramp greeted me, we talked in English. He first asked me if I wanna try the kayak, but I told him I will come tomorrow. He knew me doing backpacking here and he repeated few times of “cool man!”. And yes, that’s cool, because we are both random shits, he planned to sleep there.
21:00pm. Carlo just left. We spent an hour cleaning the warehouse and the garden downstairs. Uprooting weeds and sweeping the fallen leaves and spider webs all around. There were many dying bees flying around and crawling on the ground. Carlo’s sort of kind, he was sympathetic over the dying bees. Bees with thick body are good insects, except those with very thin body wasps are bad – they sting without giving their life. We drunk beer and tasted liquors after the cleaning. The liquors that his dad made illegally before, decent, though one of them has 45% of alcohol it tasted so fruity. It was a vodka.
Carlo fixed the slingshot by replacing the sling and rubber, he then gave me some materials that I will be able to make my own slingshot later on. We tried out downstairs, aiming at the thin concrete pillar at about 20 meters away from us. He’d not been playing this for about 5 years but he could still hit it with one trial. Taught me the technique and I hit it twice in a row after few trials, wonderful. He left soon today as he’s about to do mountain bike tomorrow. He said he will bring me goat cheese from up there. While I’m writing my dairy in the kitchen, my body’s still a bit red, I’m not a good drinker though, sometimes it’s still nice to have a stress free boozing moment with a friend on the other side in the Earth without knowing that what time you will be leaving, and when you will see him again, or not.
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