After a wonderful morning exploring the temples of Selinunte, the gang was hungry for some grub. We converged on a beachside pizzeria, but things went sideways from there. There was wonderful conversation had between the Elder Council of Latin students and Professor Boyd, but as the the two o’clock hour passed, our food was nowhere to be found. The waiter insisted over and over that our food was about to come. Eventually our fearless leaders said enough was enough, and we stormed off onto the bus and towards Porto Empedocle. 