The man at the hotel desk informed me that the local outdoor market has antiques on Sundays from 7am to 1pm...hmmm...might have to get out early for that so I can make it back in time for church! Oh, and I am still in typepad isolation for crimes I did not commit...hope to have new pictures posted over on the facebook page soon.
Until Next Time,
Somewhere, somehow I have angered the typepad authorities. Not only can I not upload photos or edit my posts until I have published them unedited at least once...but now I can only post through the "quick compose" box....arrgh!!!!! I am working on all this diligently so as to get back to some sense of normal but in the mean time know that I haven't forgotten you...we have taken a few days off from our adventures to rest, go bowling, swim, and stitch to my hearts content!! I have bunches of stuff I would love to show you but no pictures. (Because I haven't found a "cute" place to photograph and refuse to utilize the ghastly faux green marble table in our little hotel room) So, I will cruise the local library to find a cool wood table in the next day or so for stitching photography & then post again with a link to the facebook page if I am still stuck in typepad purgatory! I would love to hear what you are all up to this summer...it's a little lonely here in Italy.
Until Next Time,
We also went to some castle ruins that overlooked the city. I will get those pictures up soon. Afterwards we wandered the streets of Taromina, did some window shopping, ate gelatto, and in the middle of all that I had a teary moment... Through the window of a little shop I spied some dolls lined up on a shelf...the kind of dolls for tourists. I have one of those dolls safely stored away back home in California. My grandmother visited Italy and bought it for me when I was a young girl...probably just a little older that my Little Miss Plumcute. A wave of emotion came over me as I realized that all those years ago my grandmother had spied my doll lined up on a shelf in a shop much like the ones I was seeing today. And she thought to bring it home to me. I pulled Little Miss Plumcute aside to tell her my story and when we get home I will bring out my little doll and pass it on to her... a multi-generational gift.