Stromboli

Nikki and I have just returned from a day trip to the Aeolian Islands, not quite the home of the winds, but to a couple of cartoonishly volcanic volcanos. We swam in the clearest water I have ever seen, that from bottles included, and lounged on black sand under the cliffs and sulphur clouds of the smoldering Stromboli. We are both a bit "cotto", (cooked) but will live. Tomorrow we spend our morning searching the little cemetaries of the hill towns for Nikki's relatives' friends' graves, and then say good bye to her remaining family before setting off for Naples the next morning. I promise to upload some of the 1000 plus photos nikki's taken, tomorrow.
ciao