[Hotel Palazzo Failla]
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With nightfall had come the welcome drop in temperature.
Another scorcher today – they’d been here three days now – a phone call to the proprietors of the hotel down the hill had confirmed that the electronic board in Piazza Garibaldi near the hotel had registered 41 degrees at 10 a.m., a mindboggling temperature for many in cooler climes but their own thermometer now had it down to a tolerable 29 degrees, early evening, which had people opening shutters and venturing outdoors, doing what needed doing.
On the second day, Robyn and Tom had met up with a former employee of the hotel, actually studying English with hopes of working in England, so that explained that. Giuliana was still welcome around the place it seemed, did some waitressing in fact, much banter and repartee going on with staff.
Upshot was that she’d scribbled out a list of hotel staff, guests for the conference and had dropped it off by car last evening – her shiny new Rav4.
Tom and Robyn had gone through it all today, stuck in their ‘Cava’ set in the rock some distance up the hill from Hotel Palazzo Failla, working out possible allies, partners, ways they could approach the workshops, getting the game plan sorted … this was Giuliana’s list: