Taormina was an hour from Mount Etna. At first, the coach driver had to contend with thick fog or low cloud - whichever you prefer to call it as we wound our way to a lower altitude. Then we were off the mountain and back on the coastal motorway heading north.
Taormina is a small coastal city that sits on high ground above the sea. It has been a popular tourist destination since the late nineteenth century. In addition, it is a very ancient place that was settled by Greeks as early as 734BC.
Back on our coach, I finished reading "Chronicle of Death Foretold" by Gabriel García Marquez. It is really just a novella but in its 122 pages it reveals an intimate sense of community and foreboding. Good translators have helped to confirm that Marquez was a very gifted writer. He died in Mexico City in 2014 leaving behind a bookshelf of well-crafted literature. I very much enjoyed "Love In The Time of Cholera" but I must read more.
We arrived back at our resort hotel just before seven in the evening. There was a cold bottle of Birra Messina waiting for me in our fridge. It had been a really good day out... in spite of Giovanni.