Sicily and Malta.1 – Intro

 

 

We returned from a holiday in Sicily and Malta on October 22.

It had started on October 8, dreadfully stress-loaded, with  a 2.5 hour Toronto delay on the tarmac in Air Canada 890, followed by an Air Canada “welcomer” in Rome October 9 who commanded us to “Run!” to our replacement flight – an impossible and dangerous marathon pre-destined to fail epically. We “ran” for 25 minutes…

Though we were both almost 74, no motorized transportation was offered. In fact, when requested, it was denied. We missed that replacement flight and, at one point, my wife and I were so breathless that I was worried that one of us would have a serious medical incident at FCO.

We went to about 4 disinterested, misinformed Alitalia desks/gates until we finally found a veteran Alitalia  supervisor who knew exactly how to solve our problem in about 10 minutes. He and his super efficient staff got us and our bags on Flight 1741 to Catania that left at 3 PM, 2.5  hours after our original Alitalia flight 1711 had been scheduled to depart.

Our destination was Siracusa, that ancient, sacred place that was once more important than Corinth or Athens. We easily found the Interbus kiosk at Catania Airport  that sold tickets to Siracusa for €5.70 pp and arrived at Maison Ortigia in the dark. Emanuele was waiting for us and for a few other patrons of his B&B who had also been delayed in their travels.

The beauty of what we experienced in these two ancient, war-torn lands more than made up for the stress we went through on October 8th and 9th in getting there.

Catania to Siracusa
Route from Catania to the island, Ortigia (ancient Siracusa) is a 63 km bus trip.

 

Which Name Do You Like Best?

Mourner Canadian Monument at Vimy, France
Mourner
Canadian Monument at Vimy, France

Thinking of focusing my future posts on anything but the shit that’s coming down for H. sapiens.

Convinced now that we, and all of the higher mammals, are on the way out.
A suicidal reality series.
We are both the perpetrators and the final victims of a reality series that isn’t on TV. What’s in the media is just keeping us distracted. Reading Oxfam’s report that 85 individuals have amassed half of the planet’s wealth didn’t help to convince me.
“the 0.00001 per cent”
It’s just one more sign proving what I already know. We’re all-but-locked in a suicidal endgame.
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I hated the game, Monopoly, as a young person. Once someone got the best properties the sanest response was to resign but, unlike in chess or in geopolitics, that option wasn’t available.
My huge focus on “What’s Wrong With The World” won’t change the outcome. We bipeds are goners.
And my solo struggle gets me into arguments with those I love who don’t see what I see “through my glass, darkly…”
I feel alone in my circle, most of whose inhabitants either don’t get it or, being quicker than I, have given up and focused on what lowers their blood pressure.
Everybody bitches, but so many of us bite at some thing that immediately affects us personally.
We attack the (many) symptoms and ignore the disease.
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I will try very hard to make my future posts about…
nice stuff…
Photos…
Lyrics and Chords…
Travel…
Tonglen Meditation…
Hockey scores – well, maybe not…