For starters, I'm shocked that it's already been 16 days and we only have 3 days left! (4 technically but our flight leaves at 8:15 in the morning Monday so I wouldn't count that as a day). I wish the program was longer than 3 weeks I don't want to leave yet! At the same time though I'll be glad once I'm finally home. The original plan for today was to stay at Stromboli until like 7 or 8 O'clock tonight, however the weather was terrible and was only going to get worse. The transportation boat company was saying that they potentially would shut down that night because of the weather so we ended up leaving at around 1. The boat ride back to Messina (1 hour and 50 minutes) was dreadful, the boat was rocking, swaying, and waves were hitting the widows with quite a bit of force, yet I was still able to sleep for most of it.
So after reading other blogs, it seems like most people just post a bunch of pictures then explain what they are, so here it goes. The first picture is me on the beach this morning with my new hairstyle (thank you wind). Picture two is me showing the size comparison to 95% of the cars on Stromboli. They are tiny. Picture three is of the boat that transport all the people on the island to and from Messina. Pictures 4 & 5 are of Stromboli's weekly transportation of everything that the island needs to survive basically. There were about 20-30 trucks (like actual trucks not the fake ones as seen in picture two) that filled off the boat and held everything. There were board carrying wood, food, gas, a few mopeds, an electrician, electronics and those were just the few trucks that I could see what they contained.
After we finally got home I still felt sea sick so I went and slept. I feel like I've slept an abnormal amount on this adventure of my life but oh well. I also finished the last book of the divergent series so that was interesting and a very relaxing activity. After dinner we went to Marco's house for 3 hours and just hung out with Mack and him. Not what I was expecting as we just spent 3 days living in the same hotel room but it was still fun. I said my goodbyes to Marco's little brother Mateo, or Paco, because he leaves tomorrow morning to go stay with Marco's dad for a month or something like that. It didn't really hit me that I won't see him again in person, if ever again, until now. He was quite the Italian teacher and helped me with pronunciation when others gave up so shout out to Paco. Well that's all for today, I dread the last few days as I don't want it to end! P.s Mateo's nickname is Paco because he's only 13 but grows a mean mustache so his brother (Marco) just started calling him that one day and it stuck with him.