Sicily Weekend

Since I missed a couple weekends on this blog, I will fill you in on what happened.

My third weekend here in Italy, we went all the way down to Sicily because we had a three day weekend for the fourth of july. I went with Krystina, Alli, Maddie, Zach, Molly L., and Merek. We took an overnight train and we all got these nice compartments with bunk beds where we could sleep the whole train ride. It was so cool. The train went all the way down to the toe of the boot, went onto a ferry, and the ferry took us across to Sicily. We got off in a town called Catania. It was very pretty, and we could see Mt. Edna (biggest active volcano in Europe) from the town. We wandered around a bit on our own and randomly walked into the middle of this supposedly famous fish market, then we hung out at a beach.

Smart person that I am, I decided not to put sunscreen on my paper white stomach because I wanted it to tan... not the smartest thing I've ever done. In my defense, I meant to put sunscreen on after 20 min, but I accidentally fell asleep hehe. Needless to say, I was definitely hurting the rest of the weekend.

We met up with Sicily Camp A people that night on the Siganella naval air force base (which was apparently acting as headquarters for all the US military movements involved with Libya). We hung out at the Fourth of July carnival, then we spent the night in their apartments.

The next morning, we got up early, got in a taxi, and went to a campsite just outside of Catania. The Sicily people had gotten 3 tents and 3 sleeping bags for the 12 of us, and we set it up at the campsite, right on a cliff overlooking the ocean. It was gorgeous! Unfortunately, there wasn't much to do at the campsite. There was a beach, but it was a difficult hike down, and I wasn't feeling all that well (what with a sunburn and a cold). There was a swimming pool too, but you needed a swim cap. So we just hung out, then we met a bunch of random Polish people that night. They were all super drunk and it was kind of funny. 3 of them that I met were named Alexandra.

The next day, we just got on our train to get back to Naples. But first, we just had to find a canoli. We had been searching for it the entire time because Sicily is known for their canolis, but hadn't found any. We got lucky at this little gas station. They had "canolis" (although I didn't think they were legit canolis).