My transportation was a little late so I was able to poke around in the terminal a little. Note the photo of the people waiting. I love this about Italy...They have a big area where people wait for their arrival...there is often lots of emotion ...You notice this when you get emptied out into the terminal after baggage claim. For a change, someone was waiting for me.!
No one understands my name so I always get a crazy rendition. Generally, Italians call me Carolina...( Carol Leena) which I love.
This was was in a hurry as he was double parked in front of the terminal...we ran to his SUV...he dropped one of my bags and kept going...I sat in the front next to him. We chatted the best we could as I speak barely any Italian ( shameful) and he spoke no french or english. ...we made it work.
He was very proud of the mafia....I wasn't even thinking mafia...He pointed out to me a monument on the road with a big cliff above it and told me there was a big shoot out between the police and the mafia and the mafia threw a big "Bomba!"....and blew everyone up...or perhaps it was visa versa. Up in the hills was a big sign...NO MAFIA...down on the highway was a huge monument to Falconne...and I was lost...who was who. I will have to research further.
He came to almost a stop on the highway to show me this monument. He also ignored stop signs...There were terrible accidents all over the place...a motorcycle on its side with a group of people huddled together on the dife walk and Carbiniere svelte in their high boots, organizing the scene...It was dusk do there were blue lights flashing ...another car with a massive hole in the back window and just destroyed...more emotional people huddled together on the side of the road....We saw 2 fireworks...meaning, we caught the end of it. He came to almost a stop again on the busy highway to watch...but they were finished, just smoke.
He asked me if I had children...no I said, I have a dog....he pulled up a photo of the most beautiful white spitz race dog named Coco. He showed me photos of his beautiful grandchildren...
He was astounded that I did all this travelling solo. He took a good look at me trying to understand. He told me he was impressed.
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| The driver who was waiting for me...Dominico. |
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| The Italian system of waiting for the arriving. |
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| Crazy traffic into Palermo |
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