I left Hugh in the hands of my childhood friend Caterina, and he came back a MESS!
They, they being Hugh, Caterina, Caterina’s eleven year-old son Giacomo, and my two children, Florentina and Robert, went to a special place near Castellammare Del Golfo.
A special rugged, rocky place at the bottom of which is a beautiful bay. But you have to get down there, through jagged rocks, thorns and all.
I knew that unless I was going to get parachuted down to the bay, it was not going to work for me, and inspite of Caterina’s insistence, I didn’t go.
My husband and children on the other hand, were happy to go for a swim somewhere less tame than my beloved spiaggia (beach) in Marasusa.
“He was sitting, yogi-like on a rock, like the mermaid of Copenhagen.
I told him he was going to get burned, but he insisted he was fine.”
You see, while I am olive-skinned and can take the sun, my husband is English… and very white, well that is until the day before yesterday, now he is red like a lobster.
“And what happened to your leg?” I asked him pointing at the big scratches on his left leg.
“Oh, that was the rocks,” he explained. “And I discovered that the sandals are quite heavy under water,” he continued.
“Did you wear sandals in the water? Why?” I asked.
“Because of all the sharp rocks on the sea bed,” he explained.
They insist that they had a wonderful time, particularly Robert who did nothing but climb and dive, climb and dive. Well I am really happy for them, and I am happy I didn’t go.
But we only have two days left in Sicily and it doesn’t look as if Hugh will be able to take anymore sun, which does put a bit of a damper on things.
Oh, well, men are such children, they just can’t look after themselves.
One more thing. The scoglio (rock) where Robert did all his diving from, was quite high, and even though I used to dive myself, I don’t think that I would have been able to stand there and watch.
Not after Andrew… Oh my love….