I woke up excited for breakfast. I have been dreaming about this breakfast and talking about this breakfast and annoying CC with conversation about this breakfast all week. It was the sole reason I chose this hotel. But to my defense they had scrambled eggs. That’s a hard thing to come by! We decided to see the Greek Theater after breakfast and before mass. It was really big and had some breathtaking views of mt etna smoking.
We get to mass and of course were expecting something to occur during it since we have yet to have a straightforward mass. Of course, we were right. Not only was it a baptism, but also a school mass, where the children were singing and the instructor talking into the microphone upfront over masking the priest. It did only last 1 hour though..which is also hard to come by here!
We make our way to the bus station since we decided to take buses back to Palermo. This abandoned parking lot with benches was what they called the bus station…whatever works I guess.
We got onto the first one to Catania and were on our way home. Bye bye cute little town and wonderful weekend vacay!
We make it to Catania by this horrid bus that was falling apart. There was no leg room, it was dirty, the man in front of us smelled of something wretched and we were both nauseous. Sweet. When we finally got to Catania we had 45 minutes before our next bus..we asked the bus driver where to go since he dropped us off in the middle of street and he had no idea nor spoke any English… He just said “I don’t know”…HOW DOES HE NOT KNOW!?!? Omg omg omg we are going to be stranded omg. We decide to follow the crowd of people which luckily led us to the ticket station. We buy our tickets to Palermo and waited until it was time to go. People kept coming in but since we were preoccupied with our cameras looking at pictures, we did not realize no one was sitting down. It wasn’t until 30 minutes had passed that we looked up and saw an empty room. UH OH.
I asked the guy where we need to catch the bus and he just signaled with his hands outside, well that was helpful. So we walk outside and don’t see a bus anywhere so we go back to where we were dropped off and see one after 5 minutes pull into a stranded parking lot…we follow since that’s what the last one looked like.
We stand there for a minute or 2 and no one else is around, this cant be right. I start to panic. CC is all carefree (god knows why?!) as I sit here thinking we are going to miss our bus home. I express my concern and she decides to go ask the bus driver in the stranded lot. Turns out he speaks no English, but through various hand motions we were able to make out that the buses are stationed in another parking area that is blocked off across the street.
We thank him and run. We make it to a much larger parking area with benches and signs of where each bus was going and lots of people. This is more like it. We hop onto our clean, new Mercedes benz bus that is playing current American (aside from the Barbie girl song from the early 90s) music. Peacefully, minus the almost accident and almost rear ending, we make it home…sorry we RUN home. CC has the bladder the size of a pea.
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