|Trying a "muffin" this morning was a mistake. The oil stains they left on the doily indicated that we should not eat them. One taste confirmed this.|
We walked to the square and boarded the bus, only to find out that tickets must be bought at a booth in the square, not on the bus, unlike in Ibiza where the bus driver even gives change when you buy a ticket from him. We ran to the booth and back to the bus as if pursued by Mafiosi. We just made it. The bus was packed, hot, and generally awful, but we arrived at the beach at Mondello in one piece.
In Mondello, we had a sandwich lunch with Italian Pringles and a Coke. We then went to find a place on the beach. A nice fellow from a private beach directed us to a beach where you could pay a pittance for entry to a beach that had showers, change rooms, but not chairs or umbrellas—which was fine with us because we had our two Costa Beach towels with us.
The beach was completely sandy and the water was slightly cooler than Mallorca, but perfectly refreshing in the hot, hot humid day (we were both dripping with sweat from the bus ride and the climate generally). We swam, sunned ourselves, swam again, and sunned ourselves, and repeated the process a number of more times. We couldn't stand being out of the water for long as the afternoon Sicilian sun was scorching.
|At the beach we spent most of our time in the water as it was hot, hot, hot.|
|The water was beautiful going from green to aqua to deep blue.|
|Little settlements up on the dry hills looked down over the packed beach.|
|Don't drop the phone.|
|Smile though the music around you is awful. . . .|
|Most of the sightseeing we did in Palermo and just outside of it was on the bus.|
Back in town, we walked around looking for a place to buy some water for aboard the ship. The water that Bill had chosen in Mallorca was actually some of the worst sparkling lemonade that April and Bill had tried in their lives. We finally found a little fruit stand that was not closed and that sold water. We walked a little further and found a gelato place. For less than 5 euros we bought two two scoop ice cream cones and a large sparkling water—try finding a deal like that in Victoria. The ice cream dripped down our cones, hands, and arms in the hot afternoon but it was the best ice cream we had had on the trip. So delicious.
|So gorgeous. Doors are the first thing that you see on a place, why not make them noteworthy?|
|We want doors like this. Why doesn't anyone care about doors in Canada?|
|Beachy hair while we explore Palermo briefly before returning to the ship.|
|No way that you can feel tall standing next to a cruise ship. This is our ship.|
|What was in that drink he just handed me?|
|I'm going to kiss you whether you like it or not.|