Overheard at dinner Saturday night: "What are you doing tomorrow in Sicily?" "Nothing, there were no shore excursions for Sicily". Me: thinking…"what?" and then "OK honey tomorrow we can have a spa day". I didn't bother checking my little pink envelope for excursion tickets before I went to bed last night, someone said "no excursions" and I took them at their word and didn't check, or order breakfast. Woo hoo, we finally get to sleep in! Not that the excursions weren't fun, we were just excited to have a do nothing day after six excursions in a row.
Our Romance Package included a couples massage (times 2- remember I bought two). On second thought, I wondered what the heck I was thinking, I'm not letting a masseuse touch my back, not after a spinal fusion. So Michael called our concierge and asked if I could trade my massage for a pedicure and a manicure, and can he take a 50 minute block of massage instead of 25 minutes? The concierge was more than happy to apply the credit for my portion of the two massages to my mani/pedi bill, and to credit Michael with 50 minutes.
I took a bunch of harbor photographs before we headed to the spa. The harbor at Catania is just beautiful, but I wondered why we weren't allowed off the boat. (insert head smack here). Michael and I headed to the spa for some pampering and his 50 minute massage turned into double that because he was talking to the masseuse doing him (no happy ending haha!) about dentistry and social health care in Indonesia. I was busy getting my nails shaped and colored.
It just so happened that the captain of our ship was getting his weekly pedicure while I was getting my fingernails done. However, the manicurist did not tell me that until after he left. That was the only time I laid eyes on him and we had expected to have a private dinner with him. Another one of promised perks from our crappy travel agent that didn't pan out. Speaking of travel agents, does anyone have a good one they might recommend to me?
When we were done with our spa treatments, we met in the reception area and we each had bags full of product that we both were talked into somehow. Yeah, Michael and I are pretty similar in a lot of ways. Being easy sales is one of them.
Then we went back to our room and had a siesta while waiting for high tea and deciding where we were going to eat Sunday night. We ended up in the Manhattan Dining room for one of our last dinners there, and ate with Michael's instructor and his wife. When we got back to the room I pulled out my shore excursion ticket envelope and guess what? We missed the tour I had signed us up for of Sicily dagnabit. There WAS a tour!! Oh well, it was back to exploring in the morning.
Tonight we shoved off for Napoli. The land of pickpockets and warnings to watch your back.