"Red Sky in the Morning, Sailors take Warning. Red Sky at Night, Sailor's Delight."


Fortunately for us, we had returned to the waters of Rocca Sorrentina at nightfall, and it was definitely a delight to see the little island welcome us on the horizon. The familiar Villa had been lit beautifully by the setting sun, under conditions similar to a weather phenomenon observed in South America that the Spanish Marineros had dubbed " El Niño." They named it after Christ, the "Christmas Child" because it showed itself primarily around December. With excited conversations of fine food, cozy lodgings and beautiful women, the crew had already been hard at work planning on how to spend their shore leave LONG before we even docked the ship. I suppose I couldn't blame them. The hospitality of the people of Rocca had been superb and welcoming, and every trip back to this little island feels, in many ways, like a homecoming.