Gray's Academy

That was what I was doing as I made the early ferry from the tip of the boot back to Sicily. I was giving myself the proverbial pat on the back, tooting my own horn. I ordered my train ticket. I was nailing this one.

I got off the ferry to find myself about 1 1/2 miles from the train station. Siri has not spent enough time in Messina to know what the hell she is talking about so she directed me to start walking in the opposite direction from the train station. Several weeks of Italian did nothing to help me find my way.

I ended up on a tram that took me directly to the train station. With two minutes to spare I ran to the train knowing my ticket was expired. No problem I said to myself. You can order another ticket once you are on board.

Not so fast, Cheryl. You can’t do that. As I waited for the conductor to come ask for my ticket I had several stories concocted, all of them in English.

Blessedly, a 67 year old woman traveling alone might as well be invisible. I rode the train back to Taormina with no ticket.

Piece of cake😎