May 2nd Castellammare to Caralafini

Woke up to thunderous skies again today and unfortunately the rain stayed and it was cold and pretty miserable. Fair weather cyclists we are, obviously. By the time we found a cafe in Caralafini we had had enough. Luckily both of us realise these things at the same time. Onto booking.com and found a place to stay. Meanwhile chatted to an ex language professor, in French, much easier. Pleased that as I am now 4% fluent in Italian (half full glass Duolingo) it isn't interfering with the French. Felt good not to be grunting and pointing at things. Checked into hotel. Family run affair. stuck very much in the 60s with lots of church paraphernalia around. But with a kitchen to use, self contained flat really, so perfect. Popped out to an other cafe, where another older chap befriended us then as we shopped with a personal shopper walking us round, we realised we are somewhat novelty in the town. All added to this quirky charm of Sicily.