Sogni di Sicilia

Scilla We didn't sleep much; got up at dark o'clock so Alessandro could drop us at the airport car rental before he started work. We relaxed over caffè and cornetti, but nothing quite replaces a night's sleep. Joe at car rental window  Such good airport food Rental car With suitcases crammed illogically into the small rental car, an Opel Corsa, we said goodbye to Catania and headed up the coast. Turning off almost a straight line from Joe's family town of Oliveri toward the sea, we drove off the autostrada and right onto the ferry. Slick! 20 minutes later, we're in Reggio Calabria. Our car is behind the white minivan  On deck Halfway between Oliveri and Settingiano, at sea Seven minutes after we drove off the ferry, we're at the Museo Nazionale della Magna Grecia in Reggio Calabria, to see the Riace Bronzes. And they are splendid. In tact and so full of detail; they date back to 460 BC, and were discovered by divers in 1972. Mind boggling, really. Toned Perfect ...

Last day here means a thorough wipe-down of everything, including the bathroom I don't use. The latter was unpleasant. For a break, I decided to walk, and Joe came along. We ran into the monthly-elevator-check guy, and the ever-vivacious Mariella. Off to Ai Maidda for a caffè and a sweet. Though it looked open, the door wouldn't budge. We kept going, up and around and back to v.V. Emmanuele, where I pointed out v. Dusmet as a shortcut to v. Cristoforo Colombo, up a short flight of sidewalk stairs. Up there would be Crispi, from where the tavola calda were bought for Ettore's party, and further down, Bar Colombo. Let's go there. Joe said, Nah; I'll just see you at home. Well ok, then. (I'm more of a walker than he is). I love this tradition of old friends gathering on park benches There's a Ti Amo Giuseppe on the wall by the church, but my friend Ray always called me Principessa, so I'm claiming this one Former train tracks Steps to cut between v.V. Emma...