a second chance
It is called
tomorrow.
It has been a busy time since my last entry having a holiday. After four years of hard work with little time off from treatments it is good to have a break with just doing the basics. Less than 20 tablets per day, one infusion per month, two injections per week into muscle plus another one once a fortnight. Minimalist really.
After our lovely time in Bad Wiessee we went east of Munich to Aichach and stayed in the old part of the village along a cobbled street along the old town wall just between two towers dating back to 1604. Very picturesque and the hotel was quite nice with a spacious room with a veiw of the tower and some other old buildings. We only had a few days there but they were very pleasant and we went to a friends wedding on the last day which was lovely and very special to share. We also met some interesting and wonderful friends of the couple there.
We ended up in narrow little streets in the next village further up the mountain after several tortuous bends in the road. As we got to the next village he started to ask the locals about the address he was trying to find but no-one was able to help. We ended up in a dead end street little wider than the car in which the driver somehow managed to turn the car around with minimal damage to the buildings either side of the road. Not sure about the taxi fenders. Let's just say it was noisy.Down the hill we went again on the windy mountain road. By this stage my back was in a bad state and I had broken out in a sweat. We got back to Taormina and he asked other taxi drivers at the local taxi stand.
After much running around by various taxi drivers and much gesticulation we were off again. Finally we stopped at a little plaza that looked familiar, the taxi driver got out, unloaded our heavy bags and pointed up the hill and said 'it is up there'. There was no way I was going to be able to drag my bag up that hill without even being able to see the accommodation or how far up the hill it actually was. So I refused to pay and indicated this was not satisfactory. The taxi driver than hauled some hapless Italian off the street who spoke some English and I explained my back was too sore for me to haul my bag up the road. Next thing I see is our somewhat overweight and short taxi driver is dragging both our bags up the hill. With us in hot pursuit after much asking locals and turning down a couple of little alleys we got to our destination and I was able to give our by now seriously sweating taxi driver a round of applause and his money. It had taken two hours to get from the airport.We were meeting friends, Zana & Erica, at the apartment who had been working on some cruise boat as artists in residence. It was actually their idea that we go to Sicily and that is how we ended up going to Taormina.
Our second day in Toarmina was lovely. The weather was warm and sunny, the buildings old and interesting and a relaxed holiday atmosphere pervaded the place. We were close to the main road through the town. By this I don't mean the main road for cars but the main tourist road, mostly pedestrians with the occasional car slowly driving through the throngs of tourists.
Another lovely, peaceful spot in Taormina were the public gardens designed by Florence Trevelyan in the early 19th century. These gardens are planted with a huge variety of plants and shrubs ranging from the most common to the exotic. A panoramic walkway with magnificent views over the coast and Mount Etna weaves its way along one side of the gardens. Glen went on a couple of excursion, one to the top of Mt Etna and another across the island to Agrigento and then to the Roman Villa closer to Taormina. I didn't go as they were very long excursion and would have been too tiring.
Next stop was Amsterdam and we had a terrific flight from Catania. First we flew past the still snow capped Mt Etna, then saw Stromboli and then had a view right into the crater of Mt Vesuvius. Amazing to see three volcanoes in one day.
Living and thriving.
Linda
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