It happens. You fall inlove on the last day of your holiday. It's that incendiary concoction of
drunken intensity and knowing that you might not see each other again to recreate the spark, that makes you pass for a 14-year old One-Directioner (I've always been a non-Belieber)--you want more but just can't have more.
Our last day in Sicily was spent in Taormina, Giardini Naxos and Spisone. Driving up to Taormina, I couldn't help but daydream about living in a town where I have access to the mountain and the beach all-year round. And by access I mean not taking the plane to get to both, just relying on my flip flops to get around, and enjoying generous and unrationed sunlight.
|View of the Ionian sea before the entrance to Corso Umberto, the main high street of Taormina.|
|The famous old world Excelsior Palace Hotel. Notice the Moorish-inspired exterior, reflecting Arab influence when Taormina was once renamed Al-Muizzia during Arab rule that ended in 1078.|
|The horizon evokes the thought of water cascading as falls do, as if the sea were just a giant basin of water.|
|And the luxury cruise ships, yachts, and boats are just made of paper, made to float by a child...|
|On our way to Corso Umberto|
|Corso Umbero lined with balconies|
|My church visits are secular. I go in for serenity. I come out as if I just had an ice-cold glass of water on a scorching hot day.|
|Not sure what happens here, but cabarets are cabarets.|
|San Giuseppe (St Joseph) Church at Piazza IX Aprile|
|St. Augustine's church, also at Piazza IX Aprile, just opposite St. Joseph's church, is now Taormina's public library. I particularly enjoy browsing in libraries and it would have been a unique experience to do so in a former church.|
|Piazza IX Aprile's characteristic black and white paving|
|The entrance to Teatro Greco|
|These seats are reserved|
|Imagine the view at night....|
|Hanging around Giardini Naxos while waiting for the boat ride to Spisone. I thought Mt. Etna was smoking in the background.|
|The seats that float. It was blazing hot in Taormina, a quick dip in the sea was in order.|
|Someone decided to dry her Zumba towel while waiting for our boat.|
|Bryony could see how close we were to the blue caves...|
|A glimpse of La Grotta Azzura or Blue Grotto, so called because of the distinctive blue reflection in the water that looked as if the sea was lit from below. You can dive to enter the caves.|
|Can't say no more why I love blue....|
|The walk down to Ristorante Lido in Spisone for dinner|
|It looked to me like the dome part of a minaret. Or a fancy watch tower. I have no idea what it really was, but I loved it.|
|Outside Ristorante Lido Spisone|
|A pensive seagull looking out to the sea. Had to take this photo from a distance as the flock flew one by one as I got closer.|
|And I leave you this. Just behind me while waiting for our farewell dinner to be served.|
Summer's drawing to a close and I'll soon be moaning that the radiator's not working at the office. You see, in the UK, summer can jump onto winter without hesitation or winter crosses over summer with no second thoughts. My flip flops are getting jittery. But like anything adventure-filled that ends, you look forward to the next, and the wait is only half as bad when you know how good it can get.
How has summer treated you?