So here I am... Catching some rays with the Isole Ciclopi in front of me. If you had asked me last night if I wanted any more sun or heat in my life, I would have laughed and probably suffocated. Let me explain....
We arrived in Catania yesterday around 5pm, after a slight delay - according to our caption Pisa airport's fault - and went straight to our hostel. We're staying near Piazza Duomo, which they also neglect to mention is near the Pescheria. If I leave Catania not reeking of fish, I will be very happy. Anyway, after a delicious fish dinner we went back towards our place and had a few drinks at the bar downstairs. Finally we decided we were both dead tired, so we ventured up to our room or as I like to call it "the sauna of death." We were both so tired we thought whatever we'll pass out right away. Little did we know there would be no (and by no I mean NO) air. Not even one little breathe of air that the ceiling fan should be creating. Needless to say, both of us didn't sleep until 5am, MAYBE.
Today we slept an hour later than planned, and were awakened by the beautiful Sicilian argument outside in the street. Now I am struggling understanding this dialect, it's quite fun thought. Cristina has a hard time sometimes too, so I don't feel too bad. Apparently the fight was due to one man washing the car windows and accidentally spraying another man... we moved on.
Claudio, our free, local Rick Steve's, suggested a bar for a traditional Sicilian breakfast that was near to where we're staying. After discussing with bartender what to try, we settle on two Iris (Cri got cioccolato and I got crema) and two granite alle mandorle. The Iris is like a deep fried ball of deliciousness that could feed a small African village. It was delicious and made me satisfyingly feel sickly full after. The granita was the most refreshing thing ever.
So now, after about a 20 minute bus ride, we have arrived at Riviera dei Ciclopi and have taken a dip and are now relaxing and probably going to nap. All the "beaches" in Catania are really like porches with steps leading down to the water. It's actually very nice and I kind of enjoy not being covered in sand (for now).
A dopo...
2 comments:
You forgot to mention the croissant filled with gelato and whipped cream from the chipmunk ice cream man, fatty!
I'm very amazed by these "beaches" that are actually porches. I'm coming there ASAP! You know how I hate sand!!! Hahah... love you! Have fun!!!!
I cannot imagine anyone not commenting on this "catania chapter". It had me sitting here at the computer "hyena laughing" whilst Uncle tom is trying to watch some dumb TV SyFy show. I am too loud for him.
The Picsheria comment and then the not a "breath of air" reminds me how I was dreading going to check Chris house in Morehead City in JULY !! only to find the weather was really delightful!!
Gail could not stop talking her whole first week in Carlsbad how wonderful the breeze is through our house after a month of oppression in Trani heat. We have not even run the fan in the family but a day or two all summer...
Beach without sand?? but I am not enamoured by sand either... we need to go to Maui sometime if you ever get back here Cesci.
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