About four years ago, I started writing a short story. I went to Sicily to visit my relatives there, and I kept a notebook of all the funny and beautiful things I experienced during the weekend. I worked on it, on and off, for a long time — in late 2010, a small section of it was published in the campus travel magazine — but I never knew where to end it. I would go months without opening the document.
I’ve been done with it for several weeks now, making edits here and there, but I held back from saying it was finished. For such a drawn-out project, I felt like it wasn’t good enough, but I had to let go eventually. Here it is. I hope you enjoy it.