Camping Jonio, €15
Walking through town in Southern Italy has become quite the challenge, as you know from Chuck's two falls. We thought we'd show you what we're up against in Sicily.
So typical--no orange cones here
It seems that sidewalks are really parking lots
Chuck thought the water in that strangely placed fountain was solid plastic and almost stepped in it
What can I say? You either fit or you venture out into traffic.
One of the wider sidewalks
Chuck was being so good about looking down and watching his feet that he walked right into this sign, glancing up at the last second and splitting his lip.
Trying to cross the road. I made it across but Chuck is still trying. There are no real pedestrian crossings and even when there are, I swear, the drivers speed up. You just have to run for your life.
The fact that we hear and see ambulances every 30 minutes or so (no exaggeration!) may say something about how treacherous life in Sicily really is. The warbling siren has become just so much background noise, much like the bells of the cathedrals in other areas we have stayed.
Ahhh. Back home to our "beach". This is a very nice place.
The campground people have been very helpful. We had a slight fiasco with the County Assessors Office back home regarding our Homeowner's Exemption. Seems someone made a mistake with our address so we had to download a form, get it printed, sign it and send it back. The campground was wonderful about printing it out for us, provided the stamps and even mailed it for us. When we first arrived, I told her my discount card had been stolen while showing her the ACSI book. She said, "no problem" so we'll still get the discount. They helped us find a Fiat Dealer (not them again!) so we could get Homer's 7500 Km. service done as well as the locks fixed. We walked over there today and somehow communicated our needs. We are to ask for Mr. Christian tomorrow morning at 8 am. We continued to walk the sidewalks in search of a bike repair shop we had been told was nearby and was marked on our map. No luck. We attempted to ask three guys conversing over a bicycle if they could direct us. The bike was our prop. They all got very involved--no English whatsoever--one of them even wanting to take us on a bus! They looked at our map, and with hand gestures and Italian words similar to English, we figured it out and even found the place. Closed.
The ideal man bears the accidents of life with dignity and grace, making the best of circumstances. ~ Aristotle