No Catania, Giordano's last day, Scandura dining
Crudi del mare Up early today, I should have captured the sunrise, but here are pics of the moments shortly after. Etna was wearing a fuzzy gray stocking cap this morning. Baby pink sky Etna's plume behind the rooftops, through the balcony screen. As we arrived at the vineyard to switch cars for our trip to Catania, we learned that Giulio has a well-baby check up, so Elena and Mariella are using the available car (the Clio is soaking wet inside, from windows being open during the storm) and Luisa and Ciro were having their last lunch here today. We switched plans, and decided to hang out at the vigne, and reschedule Catania for Thursday, when less is going on. We had some time to kill while at the vigne. Joe was able to work from his phone, and I went for a walk. Last night's downpour cleaned the air, but left slushy puddles of volcanic ash. I shuddered in recollection of college time cigarette-smokers' ashtrays, except the liquid then was beer in the ash, not rain. This ve...