Middle-aged flash packers

This morning as we packed, We started discussing where to go once we got back to Sicily as the weather is due to be very wet the next couple of days. That, combined with a feeling that anything we did after yesterday would be a complete anti climax, was making me feel we might as well head for home. Steve on the other hand , was keen to do some walking around and on Mount Etna.
Our decision was made for us when the hotel informed us that our hydrofoil was cancelled due to windy weather. There was the possibility that the larger ferry might run at 17.40 but not to bank on it.
By noon we were told none of the ferry services would be running. In the meantime I had popped down to the dock and seen some people getting on a small boat, presumably one that usually does the circuit round the island to see the volcano. It was bobbing around dangerously in the sea and looked very dodgy indeed.
Lots of people were milling around with their belongings, unsure as to what to do.
We managed to rebook our room and settled down to a day as stranded holidaymakers. The weather wasn’t great so sunbathing was out. I thought about pretending I was on Desert Island Discs and assuming a variety of different personas with music to match,but Steve would just think I was mad so that was out. We settled on a mooch around the little settlement that is Stromboli and after the 20 minutes it takes to walk round, came back to our room and had a snooze just like the locals do.
We’ve decided that the reason all these Mediterranean types live so long is nothing to do with their eating habits and everything to do with the amount they sleep. Siesta time is from 1 until 4 and they don’t seem to be up much later than 10.30/11pm. Also, there is no evidence of them working anywhere near as hard as their Northern European cousins either so I suspect a lack of stress is in there somewhere too.
The search for restaurants open for dinner was surprisingly taxing. Where was everybody? We literally had to feel our way up the street to the main square, it was so dark. The restaurant we went to the previous evening was open but with half the amount of people. The magma tour guides were in there, indicating the volcano trek was off.
Eventually we settled on the only other place open down by the dock. People were sitting in there with their luggage. Where were they going? Didn’t they know there were no ferries? Where were they going to sleep?
A wander to the dock after eating gave us the answer. A huge boat had arrived from Naples and cars and lorries were driving off. The displaced people got on.
Well at least if we get really stuck, we can get to Naples!