SCIACCAMARE

Last night we finally got into Sciaccamare, the resort that will not let residents enter its grounds. It is along a beautiful part of the seacoast, and it has its very own thermal (sulfur stinky) baths. The resort we went to, the Torre Barone, was only one of 4, and Paolo assured us each could hold hundreds of people, although the number varied as the night wore on and more people told us about the place.
We were guests of Paolo’s sister-in-law, Ignatzia’s sister Maria and her husband Alfonso from Staten island, and it was their 44th wedding anniversary, a fact that only Steve and I did not know. Sciaccamare has what they call Sicilian night on Tuesday, and we were with a group of about 20 friends and family. We ate and ate and drank our fill and had wonderful views and great waiters and animatori (Italian for recreational activity staff). There was dancing and games and we had a later night than we usually do, so we were tired out. But it was a lot of fun and we got to see a part of town normally off limits to we “locals.”