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Arrivederci al Prossimo Viaggio
We were up by 8, finished packing, had breakfast on our balcony, then said good-bye to Diana and her B&B. We managed the ten minute trudge to the ferry stop (my luggage wheels really don't have much left in them!) and we were on the hydrofoil ferry at 9:15. We found the bus stop for the Milazzo train station, and made some friends on the bus … a mother and daughter from Holland, and a couple from Australia who we recognized from ...
Hanging with the Mafia!
... the receipt for the two coffee’s and two croissants then was very adamant in not taking our money, he was telling us something in Italian and would wave his hands which looked like he was pointing outside, we both were extremely confused but after a few minutes of him waving at us we walked out the door, looking around for someone to pay. No idea what to do we slowly walked away, no one came to us thus we continued walking and therefore had a free breakfast – very ...
Another Day, Another Sicily
From a flat sea into Palermo's working harbor, we arrived after a slow sail from Catania. This morning, so as to not disturb Gloria’s sleep while still accommodating my preference for an early arising, I did not arrange for room service. Instead, I grabbed the computer and crept out to Deck 9’s Panorama Lounge for my morning coffee. I uploaded the Catania blog and downloaded the Kansas City Star for my slow morning experience.
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A free day so I had to ride
... I wanted a nap, but we had about 2 hours worth of riding left in order to get back to Palermo and the hotel.
We got back to Palermo after dark and there was still rush hour traffic in full swing. I don’t think it ever dies down. As challenging as negotiating Palermo traffic is in daylight, it’s even more so when in the dark. I must admit, I’m beginning to enjoy the challenge. Go ahead. Try and cut me off. I dare ...
And you thought traffic in your city was bad
... Just Prior to Corleone, we stopped at a small village for a cappuccino. The village was no more than a dozen stone buildings that appear to have been build in the late 17th century. Janet made quick friends with a pack of local dogs that immediately came to kiss her on the cheeks. It's the Italian way. I must say that by far the best cappuccino I’ve had on this trip, and there have been many, was at a tiny little café in this town run by a ...