We drove our friend Dave to the airport, like friends do for each other. He left his car with us which was wonderful since our own has been in the shop for the past week. This morning when we got up to go get coffee and run other errands we came to an explosion of glass all over the sidewalk and inside the car.
Only gas coupons were taken, which I’m sort of okay with. If someone needs something then more than us I get it, but there was no reason to destroy our things to get them. We probably would have gave them away or at least found a way to help.
Since everything else of value was left in the car it just makes it more obvious it was purposely an American’s car that was targeted. Main street, under lights with a number of other cars closer and more accessible.
In front of our home, in our town which we love is the worst part. This is the first time Sicily has made me sad.