A SLOW BOAT

     Just a quick note about last evening. After dinner, we strolled down to the docks where fishermen sold directly to customers waiting with plastic bags to buy really fresh fish. Bob snapped an excellent photo of Castellammare at dusk. 

      Today, instead of struggling with maps and Suzanne, we

left the car parked in the lot out back of the hotel and booked passage on a slow boat to . . . I'm not really sure where we went. It was somewhere along a jut of land west of Castellammare.

      We were on a catamaran with an intrepid Italian skipper who spoke no English. There were 15 passengers in addition to us, and none of them spoke English either. So the

babble of Italian was background music for the whole, four-hour trip.

      What we saw was various kinds of shoreline from rocky with interesting rock formations to gentle mountains. 

 

 Modern houses and some not-so-modern ones.

     We stopped for lunch (sandwich with some cheese and tomatoes) at a beach where people hiking along a 7 km trail could stop for a dip. 

     On our return to port, Bob snapped a photo of Castellammare snuggling down under its mountain.

      The trip sounds boring, and in a way it was, but it was fun being on the water and not driving. Later, we decided that the excursion's two one-hour rest-stops were for people to take a dip, but it was early in the season for that, especially for the mostly elderly passengers.

      So, tonight we'll have our farewell-to-Sicily dinner, and tomorrow, we begin our two-day journey back to Tucson. Although we'll stop for an overnight at Heathrow, we won't have another blog entry until we're back home.