Hotel Villa D'Amato
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... the pizzeria right next to the train station, and watched the locals fill up the neighboring tables as we sat down. Finding locals in a restaurant is ALWAYS a good sign. We ordered eggplant caponata and insalata caprese with a bottle of Peroni beer. The dishes were deliciously simple and familiar and filing, all at once. We also tried some of the tender, thin-crust pizza, fresh from the wood-fire oven inside. So good. ...
After a swim at the local stone beach we dines and drank the local vino. Breakfast on the rooftop terrace then of to bus station.
Arrived in Palermo by bus. A bit drizzly which was annoying.
Accommodation is lovely, very modern but would not be practical to live in.
Near the carabanere mobile -? Fast police-?
Wander around neighborhood. Find market 4 meat, vegies n vino. Set 4 the night. Wander the streets 4 gelati.
Next day ...
... formed by the volcanic processes of cooling molten lava streams. Following an off road escapade through a section of boulder strewn woods where Marcello nursed his purring Rover, we drove to the Bove Valley below the north face of Etna and trekked to 2000 metres on its slopes with the formidable snow covered summit looming above and lava fields for as far as the eye could see all around. The capacities of a volcano have to be seen to be believed.
It was lunch by this time ...
... destination. Ricardo had mentioned during the course of our conversation that he played the harmonica in a Blues Band and unbeknownst to me had the instrument on his person. To my lekker and right surprise, he approached the band after the last song for the night was performed and requested them to provide a 12 bar Blues rhythm at tempo. They obliged and he improvised a wicked honky-tonk melody over the familiar harmonic progression, getting every patron’s motor up and ...
... I particularly enjoyed the occasion when two talented street musicians, one on the accordion and the other on guitar, sauntered into the restaurant and sang for the patrons taking lunch, all of us summarily swooped by the high octane environment created by the duo as we sang along with gusto to popular Italian songs. Me too, the morose monkey that I am, would have contributed vocally if I had known the words but instead clapped ferociously as I kept beat and tipped ...