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Day 23, Sunday, June 14, 2015, THE END

Our final day of this adventure begins with beautiful, warm sunshine splashing over the mild waves of Belle Isole. Our little dove still has not hatched her eggs and has barely moved from the spot we first discovered her. We had a leisurely breakfast and, with all of the sightseeing out of the way, we were committed to a day of leisure.
Margaret wanted to go to the beach in the worst way...and that turned out to be the way we went...152 steps down and 152 steps back up. We bought entry into a private beach club for 7.5 euro each. That got us two chaise lounges and an umbrella. As you might imagine, Sunday on a hot day and the beach was packed...made for good people watching...old Italian guys in Speedos...the shame of it!
Margaret disappeared for about an hour. Turns out she had observed some flat, submerged rocks near the Belle Isole and she made it a goal to lie on one of them. This beach was all rocks and even her flip flops did not offer much protection from the sharp edges...but she made it to her rock, slid off a couple of times and came back to claim me.
We sat for a few minutes, looked at each other and the Vulcan mind lock was on...why were we sitting at this crowded, rocky beach when we had a very quiet, almost private pool at our hotel...with wonderful views of the beach...and a couple of guys who were constantly asking what we wanted to eat or drink.
So, we made the 152 step trek back to the top...wading past men who were hawking clothes, beach shoes, sunglasses, hats and a variety of other items.
I managed to check in for all of our flights on Monday and was able to upgrade from Premium Economy to Business class for a very reasonable price. I then headed up to the pool to join Margaret and the pool was quite a refreshing respite from the hot sun.
After a few hours of the sun, the A/C in the room felt pretty good as we got ready for dinner. We had a reservation at Rosso di Vino, a restaurant recommended by the sommelier at Villa Athena. It was in a very quaint part of the old part of Taormina.
We struck up a conversation with a young couple at the next table who were on holiday from Ghent, Belgium. He was from Ghent and she was from Italy and they met in Australia. They own a restaurant in Ghent where he is the chef and she is the maitre'd. They were going to the film festival after dinner and had been the previous evening.
My dinner was not very good...first time I remember saying that, although we had a delightful waitress who spoke very good English. I should qualify that dessert, a chocolate soufflé, was quite good.
A taxi took us back to the hotel where we packed and retired early for a 4:30am taxi to Catania airport. We said buona notte to our little dove and prepared for three flights tomorrow. Ciao!

Posted by stevencavalli07 02:15

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