2/6/2020
(Above: A very strange and somewhat chromatic image that I took during our afternoon walk. It reminded me of a painting.)
Active Summary: Today I woke up, performed daily calisthenics and writing, had a small breakfast of blood orange and croissant, and then packed up the remainder of my clothes and electronic paraphernalia. This was followed by my brother and I departing for our next Airbnb stay.
The journey did not take long, but we did have to wait for about 3 hours* before we were able to get into our next room. Our waiting location was within a somewhat frigid courtyard which was fortunately not much affected by wind. Also, we improved the situation by having a small snack of our left-over prosciutto and a little bit of smoked provolone cheese.
After finally gaining entry, we set up our computer spaces and then set out to walk around for a while. At the end of our wandering, we procured our last gelatos for the trip and enjoyed them in spite of the cold temperatures.
The last picture I took from the balcony of our hilltop Airbnb. 
A very old church and courtyard that we found on today’s walk. We had never come across it before despite our many wanderings around Agrigento. 
Sicilian hills beyond the city. 
An alley painted a colorful golden hue. 
Another of the many small shrines positioned throughout the city. This one had a lit candle in front of it. 
A very narrow alley down which my brother and I ventured this afternoon. It led to a side-lane that cut its way back to the main thoroughfare. 
A hazelnut gelato brioche. Delicious.
(9:48 PM Update:) After spending a bit of time in the latest Airbnb room, we decided to go out to Ninin Osteria for dinner. The portions were a bit undersized and rather expensive. They were, however, very delicious. Also, our late-night (final) dessert extravaganza made up for any emptiness of the stomach!
TIL: Today I learned that the midday break in Italy/Sicily is not called a ‘siesta’. Instead it is called ‘il riposo’ (the rest). Il riposo usually begins between 12:00 PM and 1:30 PM and ends between 2:30 PM and 4:00 PM.
Commentary: Though I was not overly fond of waiting around for three hours to gain access to the room, it was not a sentiment that affected me for very long after our entry. Why? Because I am still on vacation, and time is free. It is strange how that label – vacation – remedies so much and grants me a far greater reservoir of patience than I possess back at home.
No doubt, I miss home and the people I left back there, and I am more than ready to be back. However, I will also admit that I am going to miss this sense of timelessness and living in the moment that has resulted of our adventure outside the realm of comfortable and comforting normalcy. I do not necessarily believe that the sensation of timelessness needs to be left behind here, but I also believe that it is much more difficult to preserve such a sensation in the American culture where time is often measured in currency. It is good to know that time is a valuable commodity. However, as soon as something has a number or price tag attached to it, it also has a limit attached to it.**
Here are pictures of our last night’s… over-indulgences. It was all delicious – especially the chocolate – and now I find myself even more ready to return to my natural diet of beef and vegetables:
Ninin Osteria – a quaint little restaurant where my brother and I ate our trip’s final meal in Agrigento. Though the owner/head-waitress hardly understood any of our English, the only songs playing were 30-50’s american folk tunes. 
The Ninin Starter – a dish consisting of various cheeses, olives, grilled vegetables, and a delicious salad comprised of roasted eggplant/peppers/olives. 
Seafood ravioli. Tremendous flavor; it bore hints of crab, fish, and shrimp along with distinct traces of fresh oregano. 
My brother’s beef filet along with corn and a small arugula salad. 
A crisp-and-ricotta lasagna. Very light, but tasty. Much like the entire meal at Ninin’s. 
The digestif – a herbaceous after-dinner beverage. 
Pecorino / ricotta brioche. This is the ACTUAL last gelato for this trip, and it was glorious. 
A small cranberry tart filled with light cream and topped with a plethora of fresh raspberries. 
The best chocolate dessert from the entire trip. The light-colored layers were some form of crunch sugar-like substance. 
Inside the raspberry tart. 
A canoli ‘flip’. It was folded over itself like a taco instead of rolled like a burrito. 
When we visited the bakery, the fellow behind the counter was engaging in another heated debate with the hefty man from that first memorable night. Thus, instead of placing our desserts in a box, he tossed them in this bag. On the plus side, he did give us a discount. It was only 15 euro for this night’s festival of desserts.
Final Note: Tomorrow morning we rise early so as to catch the train to Catania. From there, we fly to Paris where we will be staying one evening before returning home on Saturday.
*We ended up discovering that the room was ready for us an hour beforehand, but the host had been unable to / forgot to tell us.
** I have found that Americans live in – or at least I live in – a society where opportunity costs are constantly running through the back of my cranium. The people here, however, somehow manage to work and live while also granting major portions of their time to spiritual devotion. Take for example the shrine in the pictures above. There was a lit candle below it. Someone took the time to light and place that little beacon. Also, as my brother and I walked around earlier, I saw two women pass by another even smaller shrine where they slowly reached out and touched it before moving on with their day.