Well, Stefano returned around the same time we did, then said he'd help me get the double around the tip of Vulcano (where the 2000 year old, short volcano is) but that he was done for the trip. We switched so he was in the front, and the next thing you know he wanted to do the whole trip again. I told him that if we didn't have fun in Stromboli, we'd call it quits and head back to Vulcano for more lazing on the beach. This seemed to please him, but I think it pissed of Eugenio, who'd convinced himself all the problems were due to Stefano not eating enough at breakfast. I was not convinced: his fingers were shaking when he closed the hatch of the kayak and I think he had just worn himself out & was having temperature regulation issues.
We cancelled the group barbeque in favor of everyone doing their own thing. I would have enjoyed cards & wine with Stefano but had to catch a nap before dinner and then couldn't find him. But then Eugenio saw me and popped in the restaurant to say high just before a torrential rain started. 3 months of nothing and they are making up for it in high style.
Afterwards I walked back on dark streets, unable to see the puddles, so I came back with my shoes very wet. But in the break in the clouds I sure could see the stars. No idea what constellations but a lovely night.