I am not much of a morning person and being forced to get up at 7 am, usually results in an urge to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it. Things were different on Wednesday. I left my bed. Small miracle. Headed up eight decks to breakfast and was hit by a masterpiece of landscape.
After this otherwise uncomfortable state of affairs my morning was brightened with a spectacular view and endless rays of sunshine. It was time to explore the third largest city of Sicily: Messina.
Messina was almost entirely destroyed by an earthquake and subsequent tsunami in 1908, killing about 60,000 people and was rebuilt a year later. Nevertheless or maybe as a cause of its horrible history, does this city posseses a very unique charme. After a little walk around the city, we got in a Taxi and were off to Taormina.
Known as a major tourist attraction, we were told it inhabits a magical and mythical atmosphere. Explanations build expectations. But little did I know that an hour’s car ride drops you in heaven.
After some coffee, food, a little gift from the boy and a mighty fine time, the clock struck four and it was time to venture back to our little boat.
The following day was spent at Sea but in a city bustling with excitement one does not feel the slightest tinge of boredom. Every morning mister cabinman hands you a programme jammed with the daily happenings ranging from Yoga exercises to Latin dance classses & cooking lessons.
Overwhelmed by a menu of too much choice, we agreed on firstly taking in some essential Vitamin D.
(The young fellow in the background is taking pre-mature aging very seriously)
After such a stressful and demanding morning it was time to scoff our weight in food.
One of the most spectacular things on cruises is the unlimited amount of food. Every hour or so, a new opportunity arises for you to make your way to one of the many restaurants on board for heaps and heaps of food. Be it breakfast, brunch, lunch, afternoon snacks, mid-afternoon snacks, late-afternoon snacks, dinner, after-dinner buffet, midnight snacks… you get the point.
Although there are two sit-down restaurants (serving you a six-course! meal), the boy and I usually opted for the buffet with a view.
I am a firm believer that on a holiday you shouldn’t reserve any space for calorie-counting but if you do happen to be a patholigical weight-obsesser, you can make use of the great gym facilities or just walk up the 18 decks instead of getting in a cramped elevator.
I would love to say I worked it all off in the gym, but who am I kidding… Watching the boy sweat was more satisfying.
Feeling battered and exhausted (especially me) we indulged in a 50-minute candle massage…
…before getting ready for more food and the evening’s programme consisting of a daily show by a professional group of dancers, acrobats and musicians to send you off into a sweet satisfied slumber.
See you in Tunisia tomorrow!
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