Scalea Beach...smooth dark-coloured stones.
We left Taormina, Sicily for Scalea….hiked from our hostel UP and DOWN and UP and DOWN to the bus station (our 50 lb. backpacks on our backs) in order to catch the morning train to Messina….then onto the mainland and a start up the west coast. A fascinating thing about all of this was the fact that the train actually moved right onto the ferry for the trip over to the mainland. Who would have guessed such as this?
The ants go marching one by one!
Camping in Scalea, we had the opportunity to enjoy magical beach time, not-so magical camping time and the wonders of an EXCELLENT restaurant, with 3 Euro table wine that was out of this world! Certainly nothing like our house wines here in Canada.
Calabria