For my 15-day voyage from Barcelona to Athens aboard the Viking Sea, the list of ports-of-call reads like romance, each stop stirring the imagination: Monaco, Rome, Naples, Crete, Ephesus. But first? Dinner, in the restaurant conveniently located just downstairs.Ĭruising the Mediterranean is the stuff of dreams. Next stop: Greece, somewhere out there, on the other side of the Ionian Sea.
Standing on my balcony, an aperitif in hand, I watch Italy fade away. The coastlines, dotted with shops and restaurants and quays, shimmer. Glimmering villages climb the mountains on both sides of the gap. As the last shades of orange and pink and violet fade, the lights of Southern Italy come up, twinkling on small boats scooting across the harbour, and on lumbering ferries that connect the toe-tip of Italy to Sicily, just three kilometres across the Strait of Messina.
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