Oh those Italians!! They NEVER stop talking! NEVER!! I just got off the bus from Sapri. It was an hour of constant hairpin
turns throughout the mountains. And as much as I hate bus rides especially on a road as curvy as this was, I could not wait to
get off and get away from that bus driver who NEVER shut up the whole hour. At first he talked to a couple of women but when
they got off he continued with a man. All in all it was a very nice day in Sapri. It's a town on the coast with a very large beach.
No sand-just rock. Small rocks. But the water looked beautiful. Coming down from the top of the mountain where you can
see the whole town and the beach and the sea was absolutely beautiful.
First plan was to find a bank to get some Euros. I tried to get in to one bank but the teller shouted something to me. I said
I didn't speak Italian so she shouted it again and again still in Italian. But wouldn't let me in. By the time I found out I could
use the ATM machine outside the bank, I realized they were closed for the afternoon like every business does. I just forgot. That was what she was shouting about. We're closed until 5pm. Next thing I wanted to do was find a place to get a book. A translation book from English to Italian. But I needed the book to look up the word for book store. Being all the stores were closed I decided to go to the beach, find a place to sit, have a beer and lunch being it was now 1:30. I had a nice lunch at a restaurant right on the beach and then found these big comfortable cushioned chairs up off the beach but still on the water and I sat down and took a nap in the sun.
As many days I have spent in the hot sun with no sunscreen, I have not burned at all. I think the ozone must be thicker here
and it's doing its' job at protecting people from the suns burning rays. That's the only thing that makes any sense. I have a
little tan but definitely no burn.
I then went to the train station to ask how I could get to Matera, a city of stone that looks amazing. Finding someone who
could help me who spoke a little English was a little challenging but what I understood was Matera does not have a train
station. I would have to take a bus to Sapri, a train to Salerno and another bus to Ferrandina-Pomarico-Migli. And then
I don't know how I'd get to Matera from there. Looks like another 15 miles. I think I'll wait until I get to the farm I'm
scheduled to work at in October in Brindisi and go to Matera from there. A lot closer.
Almost gave up looking for a store to buy the book when I just happened to walk in to one that had magazines outside.
The guy was very nice, spoke a little English and gave the book I wanted to me. It was $4.90. Then I had a gelato for $1.00
and later an espresso (thick as mud) and something called cream that came out of a machine, light tan in color-absolutely
delicious. Both for $.60! All these prices are in Euro so you have to add another 1/3. But still a good price. Then I walked
and walked and walked. Got a slice of pizza for the trip home and got there at 8pm. Wonderful day in a lovely city.
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