Chapter 18
It had been a month since I’d arrived in Bari, and each day was lengthening from sunrise to sunset, the sun’s rays warmer with each rise. Even my usually lacklustre olive skin was beginning to shine like a true Italian. The pace at the trattoria was increasing as the tourist season ramped up into July, but still, things didn’t feel rushed. It was like time moved more slowly here, and I liked it. The occasional pang of homesickness came in the quiet of night, and I missed everyone like crazy. It still felt like I was on a holiday, like a honeymoon period.
Tonight, after another feast in the courtyard and one too many glasses of red wine, I sat on the window seat of my bedroom. With the shutters open, I gazed over the small courtyard and up to the starry sky. The sky didn’t feel
