Villa Bruno di Belmonte
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... stood and walked up and down, looked at every sign, asked a few people, but they were shrugging shoulders, also watching and waiting. By 10, many buses small and large had come and gone. Nothing had a destination Catania, which I knew was the terminus. By 10.30, I'd given up, wheeled my suitcase across the road again, and checked that office timetable for any clues. Nothing I had missed. Next one due to leave at 11.00. Back I trekked, braving the unruly ...
Next stop, navigating the bus system. It's not as easy as you would think. Buses don't necessarily leave from the train station, and they don't leave from the same place either, like one big bus terminus. The lines are poorly marked, but at least the final destination is listed in the window of the bus. Oh, and the ticket offices are a few streets away, not WITH the actual vehicles. After figuring all this out, we had about 5 minutes ...
... asking a thing from me, I saw that Charlie was the “real McCoy”. I had never met someone who just oozed love like this. It was not his actions or disposition or temperament about the whole matter, it was his heart. I saw that his heart was truly genuine. I saw something in him that was so rare I did not want to leave.
Some people are good people and they try to love with a pure heart, unconditionally, and without recompense, but people tend to fall ...
... 4 sacrifice n greek teatro. A long road with caves/rooms in the side cliff for storing bodies.
Lots of other natural displays but ended with the supposed tomb of archimedes.
Back to our little haven of Ortigia 4 siesta n drinks.
Stroll around the water front n down a few alleys to a little restaurant.
Sardines 4 me squid ink pasta 4 jeff , unfortunately I didn't take my tablet so cannot send u an image!!
keeping up our fluids.
Ann n ...
We woke up a little earlier today to make the hour long trip to Noto, famous for its Baroque architecture, almonds and the gelateria that purportedly makes the best ice-cream in the world! I have to bribe the girls with either the promise of shopping or something nice to eat if I expect them to traipse through Duomo after Duomo, or climb unendingly steep hills in search of castles and mosaics. I cunningly kept the address of Gelateria Costanza until the end of our visit, ...