It’s barely sunrise, and we ghost into this lovely harbor on the Greek island of Corfu.
We passed Stromboli yesterday at about this time, a fuming volcano in the middle of nowhere as we approached Messina.
We went through the Straits of Messina mid-morning with a freighter right next to us, pilot aboard, through big tide rips, mountains on either side. Mt. Etna wasn’t visible though, as she would have been if it hadn’t been cloudy deep in the mountains on Sicily.
And we spent the rest of the day and night powering across to this little community of Kerkira on Corfu.
I have to go back to Naples with this picture of Tom on the bow with mountain sitting right there. I spent the morning walking and taking an R2 city bus across to Garibaldi Square where I finally found Feltrinelli’s bookstore embedded in the train station. It seemed it was the only place I could buy an Italian phrase book. And I am so glad I had the experience of being in downtown Naples by myself. It is indeed terrifying, as the traffic is kind of a free-for-all, but the bus driver was helpful, pointed me in the right direction, and I held on to my wallet/purse as though I knew what I was doing and where I was going!
The taxi driver I found at the head of a long line of taxis, when he heard me lamely trying to say where I wanted to get back to, asked me if I spoke Spanish. So I gratefully explained and we shot off into the maelstrom.
I love this little painting I bought on the sidewalk outside the cathedral in Malaga.