All by myseeeeeelf.
Trip Start Sep 08, 2009
72Trip End Dec 02, 2009
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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
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
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
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
Alright, hope everybody is having a very happy halloween! Carve an extra pumpkin/jack-o-lantern for me.