All by myseeeeeelf.

Trip Start Sep 08, 2009
Trip End Dec 02, 2009

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Gianni House

Flag of Italy  , Sicily,
Saturday, October 31, 2009

Sheesh, my blog is turning into a Grey's Anatomy show will all these song lyrics in the title. Hey, by the way, is Grey's on? I can't believe I'm missing a whole season of my shows. (Yes, I would rather be in Italy than watching McDreamy. But it's a close race. KIDDING.)

I arrived in Giardini Naxos yesterday. I had originally planned on taking the train, but the bus worked out better so I was a couple hours early. I found the hostel without any hitches. As you know, that is rather unusual for me. But then I rang and rang and rang and rang and nothing. A little bakery backs up to the alley of the building. Two guys came out on their balcony and said (or at least I think they said, in Italian) "Bang on the door! Ring all the bells! Knock louder!" I told them that I had and then repeated my actions for them to see. They grabbed a cordless phone and the younger regazzo came down to dial the phone number of Gianni. (I was staying at Gianni House.) Anyway, apparently because I was early there was nobody there to let me in. Not incredibly abnormal in Italy, but still surprising. That is, until I met Gianni, chatted with him, looked around the place and said, "Uh, so am I the only one staying here?"

Yes. In fact I am currently in a 30-room hostel which can probably hold about 120 folks. And it's just me. Not even Gianni. I just have his cell phone if I need him, which is really convenient seeing as how I don't have a phone myself. Though, being the only one here, I let myself behind the reception desk and found a phone. At first I kept thinking, "Josie, you should be nervous. You should be scared. Your wuh-oh alarm should be going off. You should be wanting to leave. You should be thinking about finding other accommodations." But there's something about Sicily that just sets my risk-taking genes on fire. If I had actually felt scared or uncomfortable I would have done any of those things. But I didn't get that sense and so instead I have just been making myself quite at home. My laundry is hanging in the hallway, I have completely taken over the 4-person bedroom and bathroom. And in the morning I was able to wave and say ciao to my friendly bakery neighbors. La vita dolce?

Today I had plans to go see Mt. Etna (the most active volcano in Europe). But planner-Josie took over and when that happens usually cheapskate-Josie gets involved which leaves real-Josie planless with money in her pocket. In other words I had intended to take a bus tour to Mt. Etna but it was just a bus not guided. So I looked at other options. I found all sorts of different options. Many of them left early in the morning. So while I spent my time calling and researching the other options, my original bus tour departed and I was no longer going to Mt. Etna by any of the many options I had unearthed. Hmpf. (Haha, unearthed. I just caught that on my second read through for proofing. Nice one, Jos.)

But, I had a lovely time in Taormina and took some really beautiful photos. I also bought some more makeup. I got sucked in by the damn marketing. 3.90 euro mascara it said on the window. Yes, I did buy my 3.90 mascara and 27 euro worth of other stuff! But I like it, and it makes me feel girly and pretty. So that's worth a million bucks. Euro, Dollar or otherwise.

I had planned (yet again, planning) to take the bus back down the huge hill from Taormina. But as I walked and walked and walked I found that I was simply walking my own way back. So then when the buses that I could have taken began passing me, I thought, nah this is pretty good. I'm enjoying myself, I'll just grab the next bus at the next stop. I bet I walked 3 miles with that attitude. Which normally I would expect cheers and praise. BUT. I'm in Sicily. In Italy. I'm a girl. With a cake-load of new makeup. And alllll by myself. Walking down the teeny side (sometimes no side) of a curvy, country highway/road. I wish I was fund raising for every honk and look that I received. And again, normally I'd appreciate the compliments. But because everybody has scared the poop out of me to be cautious of the men, I would stare down every guy that looked at me or honked at me or called out the window, "Bella bella, dime cosa, bella. Dov'e vai, bella?"

Here's the thing though. In America if I had flashed this look at some guy, it would have made him blush and immediately turn away. It's the "Your mother would be ashamed of you." look. I kind of think I've perfected it. Anyway, in Italy, it does niente! An old man at the railway station stared at me the entire way I walked toward him and I could feel his eyes on me the entire time I walked away. When I realized that I couldn't get out where I thought I could (this trip really is exposing my unknown flaw of a horrible sense of direction) he watched me walk the entire way back. And he wasn't a dirty, old man. He was just a grampa. Just an old guy. But that's the Italian way. And it's definitely, definitely the Sicilian way.

But, all that said, not to be concerned. I am being safe, despite what my tales tell.

Tomorrow I was again hoping to make it to Mt. Etna with one of the many options I had researched, but no luck. It is late tourist season and they needed a group of 10 to go. An hour ago when I called to confirm if it was on, they were only at 6. Bummer. I think I may go to Stromboli instead and see that volcano. Plus, it's not like I was going to see a flowing lava river (as I did in my dreams last night... scary) so I guess one volcanic crater is any volcanic crater? I'm sorry if any volcanologists are reading this and just got really offended. If it would make you feel better I am completely open to being flown around the world to explore various volcanic formations to be proven wrong. Please see my profile for contact details.

Alright, hope everybody is having a very happy halloween! Carve an extra pumpkin/jack-o-lantern for me.
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gabyyyy on

You are nuts!
I would have pooped my pantaloons in an empty hotel at night, you brave, brave, brave girl! I had no idea you were that tough and independent. Kudos to you!

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