We are taken back by the geological landscape. Beautiful, green mountainous crop ups of terrain with a Florida flora feel and look. Caribbean blue Mediterranean water. Beautiful from the highway. Resisting taking pics with all the telephone poles and wires everywhere.
The drive from the airport to here revealed a working man’s town, graffiti on buildings lining the streets and the ever present motorbikes zipping in and out of fast moving cars. Off in the distance we saw smoke and the closer we got to it, the more I wanted to ask, Is that where we’re staying?
We could see the flames inside the building on the top floor. Not a 1/4 mile later we stopped at our hotel. Garabaldi Hotel, entrance from the side with stairs hugging the building. Go down into the basement floor and once signed in, up to our room. Quiet except for the helicopters overhead filming the building fire practically overhead and the alley with the Italians shouting back and forth and the italian rap music.
We slept this afternoon after a day and a half of travel. Pinch me we’re here.