If you are a Hoosier, you might think that little pink houses only exist in Indiana..or at least Indiana’s very own John Mellencamp would have you believe, through his music, that little pink houses are sprinkled throughout Indiana towns and countrysides. Yesterday, we made the discovery of the very sweet town of Brucoli and its pink houses. (Spell check wants me to write Broccoli, so I have to be very cautious when writing out the town name.) Well, Brucoli has pink houses and much more!
We went to the Brucoli port to enjoy a two-hour boat ride on Piero’s Starfisher 840. The weather was pleasant, not hot, not too windy…and plenty of sunshine. The harbor, where Piero moors his boat, used to be used by the ancient Greeks. It is a natural harbor that has been used continuously for thousands of years. From there, we cruised along the Ionian sea and relaxed. We saw Turtle Rock and a 6,000 year old prehistoric village. One cave was a prehistoric three-story high-rise, complete with carved stone steps to reach the upper floors of this natural cave.
After the boat ride, we walked around the town of Brucoli for a bit. This precious seaside town seems to have a theme. Part of the charm of the town is that not too much has been done to the houses to make them look perfect. Instead, they retain their old world charm and all throughout the town, there are murals, poems on the walls, and potted flowers. When I close my eyes and think of Brucoli, I see the potted geraniums on the iron balconies. I smell the sea air and see the blue fishing boats and fishing nets hanging out to dry. The people are friendly. They carry the sun in their hearts. One woman told me about a restaurant that does not have a name! The locals call it Il Chiosco (The Kiosk) and it serves only three dishes! One of the dishes is a seafood pasta dish. Next time, I will make sure a meal there is a part of this trip with the yoga group. I could have spent all day there.
After the boat ride, we went back to the villa and had a bowl of lentil soup and a big seasonal green salad.
Then off to Vendicari Nature Preserve. Some members of our group went birding with birding experts Federico and Fabiano and the other half went on an archaeological walk with Alessandro. Not enough time to go into great detail to say how incredible the nature preserve is and it is hard to say what the highlight of the day was. I guess if I had to choose yesterday’s highlight, the outdoor yoga session at the tuna processing ruins was over the top fantastic.
We had our Sicilian guides join us for yoga. They were adorable! Alessandro had tight jeans on and was frustrated because he could barely stretch and bend in them! Both Alessandro and Federico had never done yoga before and they did really well. They both felt peaceful and calm afterwards. Fabiano had tried yoga twice before and he hurt his back both times so he was afraid to try. However, he did the session with us, loved it, and asked if there is any way I can set up a studio in Siracusa since that is where he lives. He wondered why it was that his back did fine this time and I told him he must always warm up properly and do counter-poses after the asana (posture). All three men, new or fairly new to yoga, spoke to me after the session and said they felt the energy of the earth coursing through their bodies and spirits. I can’t tell you how nice it was to hear them speak of their experience.
Practicing yoga in Sicily is to experience the fullness of life.
Practicing yoga in Sicily is to breathe and listen to birdsong.
Yoga outside at Villa Saracena is to stretch and strengthen under beautiful skies and to breathe in fresh fragrant air.
Doing yoga in Sicily is like holding heaven in your hands.
Photos from yesterday:
Our fabulous group: