Friday, April 20, 2012

Time in Taormina


Taormina, Sicily, was a beautiful spot.  We were anchored off-shore; the winds were fairly high and steady, raising whitecaps on the water, so Dwight and I decided to stay aboard Marina for another relaxing day rather than endure a choppy ride to the pier.  Also, the town sits on a high shelf on a cliff and is quite distant from the port; the cruise line did not provide a shuttle to town and taxis are evidently less than reliable.  Staying on board proved to be a good choice, although I would’ve liked to have seen the prime attraction, an ancient Greek theatre.   For once the sun was shining, but the steady breeze made it cool on deck.  I sat down in the library with a book, looked up, and was shocked by the sight of a large volcanic cone covered with snow—Mt. Etna.  It was uncovered only long enough to gasp and then the cloud cover returned.  The Southern half of Sicily was settled by the Greeks, so at least we’re getting closer to my old Greek friends.  I’ll be glad when we turn into Adriatic waters.   


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