We arrived at the airport and were making our way to Taormina. Greg approached a police car with it's lights on and asked me if he should pass them. I replied, "It's Italy, I don't think it's a problem." So he just sped up and drove on by. They didn't care. They carried on. The next day we passed the ambulance with the driver in the front seat smoking a cigar. In fact, most of the cars on the freeway (yes, my east coast friends it's a FREEWAY, just in Italian) just drive down the center of the road. When you want to park in Italy you just pull over and turn your hazard lights on. We didn't figure the hazard light thing out right away so we had a few italian parking tickets that we got to take home as souvenirs.
We spent our first day exploring Mt. Etna, the active volcano in Sicily, while the boys (John and Greg) spent the day in bed with a cold.
While we were out the first day Greg went on a walk through the area we were staying and found a road that had an old faded sign that said "Taormina". We decided that we should follow that the next day and see if we could get there. As you can see it was a true "goat path".
We couldn't leave Italy without visting the wineries, I know, you're all COMPLETELY surprised. Greg bought his standard 50-60 bottles of which I'm sure we'll have to find some German friends who will store it in their basement when we come back to the states. Wine is kind of like his teddy bear. He just needs it near him and he feels better.
At the last winery we visited we were joined by a famous Italian singer who got Greg to sing along with him. Sorry I didn't get the audio of that. You'll just have to trust me that it wasn't pretty.
We arrived home full of pasta and once again I found a way to carry a case of wine home in all the suitcases. I posted more pictures on Facebook.
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