I found it too sticky to sleep under the covers last night, so I put on my one-time-use-hospital-scrubs-turned-pajamas on and just crashed on top of the bed. I slept like a baby.
Woke up early and went for some breakfast. Initially, I was the only one there. Sweet! But I saw that the buffet had been disturbed, so I’m not the only guest at the hotel. But I’m still the only one in the large dining area saying “Buongiorno” in my best fake Italian accent to the waiters.
I believe less than a minute after I took that picture, the hall slowly filled with 6 more hotel guests. I tried not to eat like a pig, had some coffee, and then went back to my room to pack and loaf around before heading back to the airport.
The hotel shuttled me to the airport quickly. Actually, I arrived earlier than I wanted to. So I had nothing to do but read and wait. On top of being delayed two hours initially, my boyfriend’s second flight was also delayed, so I had an extra hour to kill.
As his flight landed, I went over to the arrival gate to wait. I was just standing there when all of a sudden, I hear my name being called in an Italian accent. My boyfriend’s Italian family, who I hadn’t seen in about 6 years (and only met once), actually recognized me and found me. At least I wasn’t alone now. But sadly, I don’t speak Italian and they don’t speak English, so we had a few minutes of awkwardness between us as we waited for my boyfriend and the rest of his family to make it out.
The reunion was nice, and all eight of us hurdled ourselves into something that was like a mini bus, but not a mini bus. We drove for about an hour and a half into a rural part of Milazzo in which I dub ‘The Farm.’ Everything about it was great – except for the mosquitos that ate me alive. But there was crops, growing fruits and veggies, and cats! And surprisingly, I was able to remember most of the people that were there.
Later, we drove into the city where we’d be staying. At this point, everyone was pooped, but more random family members kept stopping by. This is so weird for me – I come from a family of 6, but both my parents were only children – so while seeing my bf’s extended family and trying to keep them all straight, I wish I had kept a family tree diagrammed somewhere (with pictures).
And just when we thought the day was over, Grandma U calls less than five minutes after leaving us, saying that her apartment had been broken into! A whole bunch of us rush over, literally by just hopping across the street over to the next block, and investigate. The apartment door had been tampered with, but I have to say the apartment was still in pretty good shape. Apparently, the thieves had only appeared to be interested in the jewelry and money. And it seemed like they knew where to look for it… Hmm… A bit suspicious, no?
At this point, I’m waiting for them to go all gangsta-mafioso … But nothing happens. They call the cops, but the cops aren’t available (This Is Italy). We end up going back to our place for the night. I can’t wait to see what excitement tomorrow will bring!