Is it just me, or is everyone else wondering what ever happened to Randy Messina? I think he was the bass guitarist with the Eagles back in the days. Was he replaced by Ric Schmits who only got to play on one album, The Long Run, before they called it a day, long before the Hell Freezes Over later years?
It probably is just me.
We arrived on shore to be bombarded by tour operators shoving brochures in our faces. We quickly escaped and started our short stay on shore.
Anyway, we checked out a church, found the Farmacia (yes I am now fluent in Italian), as Nanna probably has a bottle of pills sitting on her dining table at home. 30 minutes turned into 45, which ended up being 2 hours, but the Aussie prescription was filled.
In the meantime, we checked out some souvenir shops, sat down for canola, coffee and other wicked things at a cafe,
went into the church and at midday watched the display of the astronomical clock and its accompanying music and animal noises.
The Pub has been a real disappointment. It came highly recommended but the first meal I had there I was really sick (probably Covid related) and we ate there last night and it still wasn't good.
The Lido buffet is where the action is. It can be a bit repetitive but the pizza and pasta chefs do a great job, and they do mix it up a bit. The added attraction has come from our American shipmates, whose inability to use, or even understand the concept of the knife and fork. Tonight I stood next to a guy desperately trying to get a piece of battered cod onto his serving spatula, then to his plate. He tried and tried and every attempt was met with failure as the fish slid straight off. Finally he gave up, and placed the spatula on the serving tongs, which were also available to use.
Back to Messina, Nanna was dropped at the line back to the ship while we sought out the Statue of Neptune. We grabbed some Coke and a sugar free Fanta as it was very hot (hey Europe, what's with the sugar tax where all drinks apart from the colas are sugar free?)
Back on board, I did my last run of 6.8km on the treadmill, we did our last washing for the holiday, I watched golf, with a small intermission to hit some balls, and that's about it.
I finally reached the land of telecommunications. I was close. The name of The Eagles guy is Randy Meisner, which, when translated, is Messina. Believe it or not?
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