We have a one bedroom main floor apartment near the water. There was an eight Euro tourist tax. Nice and modern, gas stove that you don't have to light with a match, TV with some older TV shows in English. The wifi is poor here.
We can make coffee, cook food, wash clothes. This has a lot of lighting so that's a plus. The days are getting shorter and it is sadly overcast.
We are lazy but eventually head out, very light rain, 19 C. We stop for a coffee (Jeff), fresh orange juice (me) and our usual rice ball which we split - five euro.
We will try other things here, clean, close, very fancy cakes on display in the window. Their ice cream looks good - gelato. 
It's about a block to the water and the water is rough today. We can see a sand beach so hopefully the sun will come out!
The food market is closed for siesta worse luck, we have to come back at four.
We are less than a block from the town hall. Giorgio La Pira Town Hall, en:Pozzallo:
We are 30 km from Pachino where Canadian troops landed on July 10 1943 during World War Two. The fighting in Sicily would last about four weeks, during which Canadians would battle through hundreds of kilometres of mountainous terrain in the scorching summer heat. More than 1,300 of our soldiers were casualties, including almost 600 who were killed. Canadians liberated Catania which is where we will change buses for Palermo on Nov 11. 
We chose this little town because of the beaches and also because it is off the beaten path. Really hoping tomorrow will be sunny but rain or shine we will walk to the beach. I am hoping some of my clothes will be dry!
20,000 people live here, we are close to Malta but have been there before, There are boats that go there from here. Italians come to Pozzallo in the summer but not many foreigners.
I received an email from the company we have ferry passage to Tunisia with. Yikes. We have to be at the port three hours before - 730 am. So now I stew about that all night, we need a hotel near the port at least for Nov 15. I haven't booked Palermo yet.
Saturday morning I share this piece of news with Jeff. He had found a place for a good price but it wasn't that close to the port. Eureka I went into Expedia and booked the Europa Hotel with breakfast included for just a few dollars more. We can walk to the port.
We go to our now local coffee shop and have a snack. 
Now we make our way to the beach.
I find these trees so fascinating.
The external root system is mesmerising.
There are many beautiful trees and plants here in Sicily in general and Pozzallo in specific 
We walk along the sea on the boardwalk. It's windier and cooler by the water.
This building is Torre Cabrera (Sicilian: Turri Cabrera) is an imposing "palacium" which combined the function of a noble residence with that of a control point for grain and goods, built in the 15th century.
Just past the Pozzallo sign is a beach cafe. 
We have coffee and enjoy the view. The sand seems silken
A few people are sunbathing where there is shelter from the wind.
We walk back next to the waters edge and I pick up a few seashells.
Nobody is swimming. We will come back later.
About 2 pm we head back to the beach
Most businesses are closed for siesta but we see a patio with people eating and order what looks to be an avocado sandwich (1) and a lemon soda (1). When the sandwich arrives I realize I forgot my phone back at the apartment. It is a work of art, about five inches tall, and oozing with buffalo mozzarella. The bun is covered with pistachios and smoked salmon is poking out of the avocado. Coperto is involved and the bill is 18 E, Ouch. As it turns out I am not a fan of this cheese - tasteless - and three inches of the sandwich is cheese, some of it is as runny as milk. Which is buffalo milk.
Well an expensive snack. We go back for my phone as now I am worried about it. All good.
Now we head for the beach. As is typical Jeff is almost a full block ahead of me. On the boardwalk I sense a young man is following me, 
Now I am hyper vigilant, he is walking beside me, we side eye each other, there is a couple leaning on the rail up ahead and I stop by the rail and look out to the sea. He hangs back too. Now Jeff is way up ahead. I start walking, so does the man. I stop, he stops. There are a few people around so I am not too worried but I can see the beach is deserted except for Jeff. The man leaves me and heads for Jeff. I follow along and put my phone on video. So Jeff is too far ahead to warn and there are some stairs.
Nothing bad happens he approaches Jeff, they talk, he wants money and Jeff says he doesn't have any.
I am videoing this and making my way down two stairs. Which to the average person would not even be on the radar but challenging for me to navigate without a rail to hang onto, yes sounds ridiculous but there it is:
When I replay the video later I am making comforting noises to myself, kind of humming. 
I am going to my kid, the six foot, 250 pound boy on the beach.
Now the man is walking towards me, I am still video taping but pretend I am talking on my phone and what I say is "oh no here he comes, I hope he doesn't hurt me."
This is hilarious after the fact and we do feel compassion for that young man, whatever his issue is. Later on he did circle back and approach me, he spoke and I spoke - he could speak English - I said I didn't have any money and he cried. But it was very brief and he headed over to some other people and Jeff and I hightailed it away to a busier street.
Isn't this a dapper local?
This featured blog entry was written by CherylGypsyRose from the blog Europe on a Budget 2024.
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