I just booked our vacation. Two weeks in Italy, one in Calabria with the family and one in Sicily. That will be very nice as I've never spent that much time in Sicily - just long laborious daytrips down from Aspromonte on those monumentally shitty roads the damnable parasitic mafia has siphoned all the money off from, and then across the legendary straits of Messina on one of the damnable parasites' damnable ferries.
Goddamn them, if God will pardon the imperative which I'm using for metaphorical purposes, in the understanding that God will damn only those who He in His wisdom judges it right to damn . How many people have died on those third world roads in Aspromonte? How many people have died in Aspromonte because emergency services couldn't get there fast enough? Lousy money-grubbing rapists, burglars, murderers, and motherfuckers. No wonder some southern Italians still miss that fascist maniac murderer Mussolini: he's the only leader that country's had with enough balls to line them up against the wall and give them the killing they deserve. And that's the most fucking pathetic thing in the fucking world. God, Italy's fucked up.
Anyways, that's where we're going at Christmas and New Years because one of my cousins is getting married, and I need to brush up on my Italian badly, and it will be nice to see the rest of my family there, and we both very much want to spend a good chunk of time exploring Sicily. We'll be staying in Syracuse, where I've never been before, but which sounds fucking legendary. And yes. We'll be going kayaking. Rock. I had to book this early because at Christmastime about a kajillion southern Italian economic migrants head home for the holidays - frankly I'm not pleased to have left it this long - the tickets cost almost 400 euros each and we were lucky to find that.
Not much else to say at the moment because work is so insanely busy and stressful. Yesterday, after finishing a fucking Homeric effort of a market report, my brain was so fried that I had to think about it for three minutes or so before I remembered my home phone number. Dear oh dear.
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home sweet home. oh Sicile. what a great little island. and it's so cool at Christmas... palm trees! Christmas lights! poinsettia!
cannoli. oh sweet jesus the cannoli.
sigh. :(
I'd forgotten all about the canoli in my moral indignation. Thanks for the pick-me-up!
I got your number, at least about the work thing. Vacation in Italy sounds wonderful but yeah, holy cow - isn't travel over there supposed to be mere pennies a glass?
It's cheap to get into the major cities north of Naples, but the south is extremely poorly served.
It's too bad - one of the most beautiful places in the world, and yet shat on continuously by its power structure, who'd be busy counting endless tourist dollars if they weren't too stupid to stop murdering each other, dealing blow and horse, and siphoning public funds like amoral hoovers.
my most memorable Sicilian spots:
Enna (proper), Agrigento (ruins), Palermo (market), Trapani (Erice), Marsala (food), Catania (believe it or not), and the Aeolian isles (esp scooters on Lipari). Funny that I never made it to Syracuse. Biggest regret: never busting a move down to Lampedusa, Malta, or Tunis.
not that anyone asked.
But I would like to know. I haven't even decided what I want to see there yet, besides a sea kayak and some canoli!
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