And One for Jared
Clotilde and Camille were not familiar with what was in Palermo. Luckily, Mr. Kindle told us some cool stuff to do. The four of us agreed that we should check out the Capuchin monk catacombs. According to Mr. Kindle, they discovered that there was some sort of chemical in the catacombs that mummified bodies. Tons of Sicilians demanded to be buried there. We went to go check it out.
Clotilde handed me the map. Using Will’s compass, I set us on the path – Northwest. Eventually, Clotilde pointed out that the street name was wrong. I pulled out the map and saw she was right, but it made no sense. She pointed out that the map was not oriented correctly. North on the map was actually Southeast. I thought we had to be in the Northwest corner of the map. We actually had to be in the Southeast corner. We were at a diagonal from our destination. Clotilde revoked my navigation privileges and led the way.
On the way to the catacombs, we ran into a farmer’s market type thing. Clotilde and Camille got a quarter-watermelon. They used my Swiss Army knife and cut us some slices. It was super tasty. Will also saw that a store was selling 66 centiliter beers for 1.20 Euro. I bought one, and Will bought two (he put one in his daypack for later). He was happy as a clam.
We eventually made it to the catacombs. When we were getting close, random Italians kept pointing the way without us asking. It was probably the only attraction up that far North down that far South. I understood most of them, except for two old men who spoke in a Sicilian dialect that I simply didn’t understand.
We made it! I have no pictures for you, because it was verboten. Lemme see if I can get one from the interwebs for you. It was pretty crazy. There were a LOT of mummified bodies. Clotilde and Camille were surprised at what the catacombs contained, despite me saying “mummified corpses.” Perhaps something was lost in translation?
The four of us went back to the hostel. Clotilde explained that they were leaving that night to go to Catania, another town in Sicily. She had met a guy while traveling, and he lived in Catania. They were going to hang out with him. They soon learned that it would be a pain to travel that day, so they stayed with us in the hostel an extra night. Since there’s an actual beach and a cool volcano in Catania, Will and I decided to cancel our next night in Palermo and travel with them to Catania the next morning.
After that was decided, Clotilde used my computer to check Facebook, Camille and I took a nap, and Will listened to music. Then, the four of us went to dinner on the way to the beach. For dinner, we all had gnocchi alla sorrentina. Sorrentine style is tomato sauce with mozzarella mixed in. It’s a very cheese-y sauce, and it was awesome. Will and I also had a pizza each. It wasn’t really a beach. It was more like…rocks and harbor wall. I mean, don’t get me wrong, there was water. It just wasn’t a real beach. We listened to some music and sat by the water, and then we went back to the hostel. Will wanted to go drinking, but we told him he was behind the times.
Oh, and Will hid on the roof of the hostel for a while.
Will’s Corner
The places that are the most interesting are often those where people were never meant to go. These places have a tendency to make it hard for people to find you though. My bad.
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Dear Joe,
Your awesomeness is as deep as the Sicilian ocean. Your beach is not made of rocks. These are qualities that we admire in you.
Love,
Will and Andy
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