This is the approximate view from my campsite for the night. I had started across the path below but then realized that bad weather was closing in and I was nowhere close to a suitable campsite. So I came back up the cliff (let's not talk about it) and camped atop this bluff. The views were spectacular.
This is distant Levanzo, and the mainland of Sicily (Erice) beyond it, as the weather deteriorated.
Unfortunately the storm that night slammed hard into my unprotected location. At about midnight I abandoned the tent, fearing that it would either collapse around me or be ripped from its moorings and tossed over the cliff. I hiked in the dark stormy night down the other side of the cliff and along the shore path for an hour until I got to the town. There I spent the rest of the night in an abandoned building, at least out of the rain and wind. When I returned to the campsite in the morning, the tent had indeed collapsed and was pulled apart, but the rocks I'd placed in it and the backpack's weight had held it in place. I hiked into the town to look for breakfast, tired and hungry.
Things move slowly in Marettimo's town square. This was the scene outside the one bar in town. Bars are where Italians go to have breakfast out, usually consisting of caffe latte and a pastry. I ordered tea with lemon and the gooiest pastry I could find.
Marettimo was unusual in that it was very clean. Perhaps during tourist season it clutters up some, but in November it was always spotless. After breakfast I found the local grocer, stocked up on fruit, Coca-Cola and chocolate (comfort food), bread, found pizza to add to my breakfast as well as bread for lunch, and was on my way south out of town to dry out the tent and rest.
I did not much of anything that day, after the exhaustion of the day and night before. Ferries were not running to the mainland because of the continued high winds. I figured out where to find sheltered camping for that night, and just took it easy.