Bird shit on my shoulder

When I got back to Taormina, I needed a break. I met a fellow student and we headed out for a glass of wine and maybe a quick bite of food. Bruschetta, anyone? It’s delicious.

I was a puddle of fluff at that point. I ordered wine and was taking deep breathes when plop! I thought, did a bird just poop on my shoulder?

Yup. I had a glob of bird shit on by shoulder. A perfect ending to a precarious adventure.