We had had our tour cancelled and were at loose ends. We ended up taking a city tour and that was fun, but unexciting. TBG didn’t want to spend the money on a taxi here and that was fine with me. We got to see the Military Landing Museum, the Palace gardens, several squares and churches. Perhaps it is because we are nearing the end of our cruise, but I find myself strangely ‘sighted’ out. I did enjoy the tour and the architecture, but I found my mind wandering during the tour guide’s description of this or that invading army. Even TBG spent part of the trip planning the menu for the first week at home. There was no nearby shopping and no charming areas that beckoned to us.
Back after three hours, we returned and pretty much had the ship to ourselves. We ate out by the pool and the only other people there was an officer and his visiting family. It’s strange to see the ship so empty. And so we passed the day, quietly, such a difference from all the other ports. I think also part of it is that this is coming to the end of the cruise. We sent our laundry out so that we can start packing up. Tomorrow will be our last day on the ship and we will have to have everything ready by tomorrow evening. While we still will have three days in Rome, it’s just a little bitter sweet as this trip has been such fun.
In the afternoon, a broken record, we rested, read and I quilted. I finished the second applique and took the opportunity (and space) to apply the batting and backing cloth and stitch them in place. An ambulance arrived and one female cruiser was taken from the ship on a stretcher, her husband following close behind. No idea what happened, but it must have been dire.
We decided that it was time to start tackling a bit of packing, while we could do it in a leisurely manner. Usually we have a sea day for this, but we have to have our luggage out by 8 p.m. on Saturday. We pulled together all the nonessential stuff, such as souvenirs and other bits and bobs and packed up my little suitcase. Now we will just have clothes to pack and that makes it easier.
At 4:30, the gangway was pulled and we headed for our final stop before Rome – Naples and, hopefully, the crossing out of one of my bucket list items – Pompeii. We dressed, watched a bit of news, which bothered TBG, especially the news of a fire in the Foothills. It was further north than ‘our’ Foothills, but still, it’s not good news.
Dinner was such an adventure tonight. Lazlo was making Pasta de Putinesca (spelling?). It translate to Pasta of the Bad Girls – it was a favorite with the ‘working women’ of Italy. It cooked very fast, so they could have a good meal and get back out on the streets quickly. He made it to a turn! I had it as an entrée and TBG as an app. I had Eggplant Parmesania as an app and he had lamb chops (so good) and a chicken and lentil soup.
The biggest *ugh* of the evening and indeed the trip, was a bottle of wine that we had gotten in Corfu. It smelled so bad that we thought it had turned and even Lazlo came over to see what was wrong. He smelled and tasted it and said it was a young wine that had been aged in a barrel that should have been long retired. I managed half a glass before I ask Menino to take it away and do with it as he would. I ordered a bottle of Spellbound instead and enjoyed that much more. Life is too short to drink bad smelling wine.
It was limoncello night, but we were so stuffed that we took our glasses back to the cabin and enjoyed them with a couple more episodes of Grace and Favour. Our laundry arrived in the middle of the first episode, so that was a bit of a relief. We finished and were in bed reading and the loudspeaker came to life and requested the medical team to the club bar. Two in one day is a bit scary and I wondered if it had anything to do with the sulfurous air from Etna. Even I was feeling it, waking up in the night with a raging sinus headache. Just like home. :P