It's what I wanted, it's what I've been looking forward to for so long.
I knew there'd be problems but I still had big expectations and now I just feel let down and pissed off and cross - very, very cross!
Because no-one speaks english? Nope, that's not the problem, his family are lovely
Because of THAT carcrash and a mouth like a balloon for three days? Nope, that's not the problem either.
The problem is Salvo.
Salvo, who forgot all his english the minute we landed at Catania.
Salvo, who leaves me in the house with his family while he disappears for hours at a time.
Salvo, who is currently out with his ex girlfriend after talking for hours on the phone.
I don't like Philippe, he gives me the creeps.
And I don't like his driving either - or his car, which rattled and shuddered all the way to Catania, like a death trap on wheels.
Apparently, I'm being ''unreasonable, crazy and insupportable.''
The word chauvanist pig comes to mind - among others....
But it hasn't all been bad - there have been some good times, like the second evening here, when we were alone together for the first time since arriving.
We went out and got very drunk - laughing, joking - he showed me Catania by night - and returned to see Mount Etna puffing out lava behind his village, which looked quite surreal with a spinning head.
And Taromina - beautiful, beautiful Taromina, with the crazy road, partying in the streets and mountain sculptures.
But I'm worried.
He's different here, and he's not the Salvo I knew at Gatwick.
And there's a dark side to Catania.