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Yoga and Hiking in Sicily

May 24, 2018

I will let the slideshow of the Yoga and Hiking in Sicily say it all!  The slideshow is set to the music of Carmen Consoli called Madre Terra, Mother Earth.  Carmen Consoli is from Catania, Sicily and has a soulful voice that is as rich as the Sicilian soil.  Turn up the volume!

I do want to mention that most everywhere we went has been deemed a UNESCO World Heritage Site.  The retreat was a complete success and, though I have been back only 10 days, I miss Sicily terribly.  I miss my group, the caretakers and cooks at the villa, and all the wonderful people I have met via my Sicily journeys.

Not too early to sign up for next year’s yoga retreats in Sicily. Contact me for more information:

Week I September 7-14, 2019 (Yoga + Cultural Outings, includes a visit to a ricotta farm, a day at a cooking school, two fabulous winery visits)

Week II  September 14-21, 2019 (Yoga + Hiking, includes one cooking course and a visit to a winery)


Persephone’s Island

May 3, 2018

Perhaps this blog post is like a star exploding.  My mind has been both calm but also wild like the winds that have whipped around this island all day today.

So many of my readers asked me to please include a photo of Darwin (read about him in my previous post)!  So, I texted him to ask permission to post a few photos of him and within seconds he replied with an enthusiastic, “Sure!”

Our man Darwin (and his sister Seemee)

And he signed his email, Meluccio (yet another Sicilian nickname for Carmello)!

Sicilians are terrific at creating nicknames for people.  You give them your name and you are reinvented into something else within seconds of giving out your name.  During one of my yoga retreats, one yogini, Rebecca, was renamed Rossella, as in Rossella O’Hara (Scarlett O’Hara’s Italian name in Gone With the Wind) by our guide Toninio in Pantelleria.

In case you are curious about Darwin’s real name, he was named after Charles Darwin, the English naturalist, geologist, biologist, contributor to the science of evolution.

And the title of this blog post refers to the nickname the Greeks gave to the island of Sicily: Persephone’s Island.  The Greeks, who colonized Sicily as early as the 8th century B.C., considered Sicily to be Persephone’s Island because, according to the myth, Hades, the ruler of the underworld (his Roman name was Pluto), abducted Persephone from the Sicilian town of Enna and imprisoned her in his underworld domain.

Persephone was the beautiful daughter of Zeus (his Roman name was Jupiter) and Demeter (Her Roman name was Ceres and she was the goddess of agriculture, grains, harvest, and fertility). Our word cereal comes from her Roman name and there is a beer here in Sicily named after her, Ceres.

Hate to mention this, but you probably already know that Demeter was Zeus’ sister. Zeus violated his own sister. Persephone was the child of their union. Persephone was absolutely gorgeous.  And she was a very innocent child. She spent her days running around the lands of the earth. Her birth name was Kore (or Cora) which means “Maiden”.  She was so beautiful that she attracted the attention of many gods.

After she was abducted by Hades, she become his queen, his reluctant bride, Queen of the Underworld. She renamed herself Persephone (Proserpina was her Roman name), which means “Bringer of destruction”.

The abduction happened as Kore (later renamed Persephone) was gathering flowers in a Sicilian field in Enna.  I can see it now.  Kore gathering red poppies and Hades bursts through a cleft in the earth and grabs her.  Kore’s poor mother Demeter searched the entire earth for her daughter.

Below is a description of what happened once Demeter found out what had happened to her daughter:

So Persephone’s grieving mother, the goddess Demeter, goddess of agriculture, plunged the island into a barren winter, until Zeus, the father of the gods, struck a bargain with Pluto to let Persephone return to the land of the living for six months of the year. So it is that when Persephone is released from Hades, Demeter allowed the world to thaw and bloom before her daughter must once again return to Pluto and Hades.

And so the seasons were born!

Below are a few more photos of paintings from the artist Fiore (also mentioned in my previous blog post).  We met a wonderful man who showed us his hotel and some of his Fiore painting collections.  I bet you can guess the hotel owner’s name: Carmello.

Carmello is a collector of Sicilian antiques and of Fiore’s paintings. I especially like Fiore’s cats:

Below is one of Fiore’s earlier works from 2003 (before he became famous)…I really like his old style:

Fiore tables!

A reminder of what happens when you eat too much pasta:

simply put: this is a beautiful place!

I spied this kitty in the courtyard through this iron fence:


This place makes me dream:


Creative drift wood artwork:


I looked on line to see how many churches there are in Ortigia. I found one site that showed 14, another showed 26.  Rick and I both agree there are far more than that. Rick agrees with me and says there are certainly over 100 churches on this tiny island.  There is one on nearly every corner.

We saw one that dated back to the 3rd century AD.  San Martino Church, below, dates back to the 12th century:IMG_4472

And lastly, I leave you with this Stomachion. We came across this gem on the courtyard wall next to the San Martino Church.  It was designed/invented by Archimedes. Archimedes was born well over two thousand years ago in Ortigia when it was a Greek Colony. Archimedes is Sicily’s famous son, the great mathematician. You can still see the Piazza Archimede, where Archimedes is said to have run buck naked in the plazza shouting excitedly, “Eureka, Eureka!!” because he had just made a discovery:

“Eureka!” was shouted after he had stepped into a bath and noticed that the water level rose, whereupon he suddenly understood that the volume of water displaced must be equal to the volume of the part of his body he had submerged.

But back to the Stomachion below. It is a puzzle Archimedes invented. It became a mathematician’s game.  No one quite understands why the Greek name has the same linguistic root as the word, “stomach”, but it does.

I am including two links below the photo to better explain the concept of Archimedes’ intricate and complex puzzle.  This is the oldest known mathematical puzzle. The inscription below the photo explains that a Stomachion always has 14 pieces, which make a square and that the 14 pieces can create endless geometric figure imaginable. It is too complicated for me to understand, but the web links below are pretty fascinating.


Dinner with Darwin

May 1, 2018

Darwin’s an impressionable, charming, and very bright young guy in his 20s, originally from Mauritius, living in Catania. We met him last year at the villa, as he is the son of the villa’s caretakers and he helps his parents with their workload at the villa. Those of you reading this, who were also at last year’s yoga retreat at Villa Saracena, will remember him.

“I work part time at a bar. The food’s the best. You should come by.  No, I don’t work on Thursdays, but I’ll plan on being there the night you come by.”

So we connected via “messenger” before our Thursday evening date with him and came to find out he no longer worked at the bar.  He had quit the night before we were going to meet. “The owner wouldn’t pay me, so I quit. But it’s ok, I’ll meet you there.”

After hearing more about his nightmarish-ex-boss, I suggested we meet elsewhere.  And so we had dinner with Darwin in an outdoor trattoria in the Massimo Bellini Opera House Piazza.  Darwin speaks English as if he were born in the back streets of London. He studied at Cambridge Preparatory High School while living with his uncle. He knows all the colloquial British English expressions, the good ones and the bad.  He’s witty, funny, charismatic, knows just about everyone, and is at that special place in his life, you know, where the whole wide world is about to unfold for you!

We enjoyed asking him questions and listened to his animated replies. As we conversed, people strolling by on their evening passeggiate saw him, and greeted him, “Eh, Darwinneh! Che mi dici?”  (Hey Darwin! What’s goin’ on, man!) And there was our attractive waitress, who came to our table one too many times so I asked him, “So, Darwin, is she your friend?”

“Well, yeah, yeah, but I don’t know her name. I just call her Mella. I call everyone Mella or something like that.  You know, Carmella/Carmello is such a popular name, so I just call everyone Mel, Mello, Mellina, Carmel, Armel, and you know, it kinda works. They love it! The women find it sexy when I call them Carmella!  Even if it’s not a given man or woman’s name, and 5 times out of 10 it is their name, they just get a kick of it. ”

He grabs his cell phone, unlocks it. Tosses it my way and says, “Look!”

I was wrapped up by his English accent and was trying to figure out why a woman would find it sexy to be called someone else’s name (in fact, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t like it if you called me Carmella!), but I managed to catch his phone.  He leaned over and opened up his contacts and there it was, in plain English, an endless list of Mellas and Mellos, and variants on the names, complete with phone numbers. Sometimes he writes in a second name to differentiate various friends: “Mello Grande (big), Mel Alto (tall), Carmello Birra (beer-probably had a beer with the guy), Carmella Serena (quiet, serene).”

I also noticed that when Darwin’s Italian friends, both men and women, young and old, stopped by our table to hug him, tap his head, punch his arms, tweak his cheek, greet him, or give him a kiss on the cheeks, Darwin added a little zest to his perfect Italian: instead of rolling his r as Italians do, he would pronounce his r like the soft throaty French r.  Now this would make sense, given that Darwin speaks French because he hails from Mauritius.  However, I have heard his English r and it doesn’t sound French.  And I have also heard him roll his Italian r, so I know he can do it. So I asked him about it.

“Oh, well, you see…they love it!  Yes, my friends love it! They find the soft French r charming, especially the girls.  Yeah, the French r!”  His laughter is contagious. “Francesca, you actually caught that?”  He doesn’t realize I’ve been around the block a few times and I understand and am fascinated by the subtleties and power of language.

“Hey, Darwin, what did your dad say when you got your nose pierced?”

Actually, Darwin’s septum is pierced and he wears a septum ring. Is that what it’s called? I should have asked him!  I think it’s just called a “nose ring”, whether the piercing is in the nostril or the septum.  It looks really good on him and gives him a certain look, along with his close-buzzed head.

“My dad? No problem. My dad understands me.  He’s cool.  He loves me and accepts me.  Yeah, he’s the best.  He’s super cool with this.”

Darwin’s a really good guy!

“So, what are your dreams?”

We found out that he once-upon-a-time wanted to be a surgeon. Why? Because he wanted to help people.  He is definitely bright enough to pursue this dream, but he quit school.  He did part of his high school in England (Cambridge), but later quit. Just didn’t work out for him to attend school.  He was bored. So now, the surgeon dream is out the back door and in through the front door is a new dream to own and run a bar with a friend in Catania.  They already have found the place and are renting it at a great price. Now they are saving money to get the business going.

I bet when we come back next year, we’ll be visiting Darwin at his new bar, assuming a more attainable dream doesn’t drift in through the side door.

The next day, we left Catania and headed to Siracusa. Below are some photos from Siracusa.


We toured the catacombs under the church of San Filippo.  As you enter, a skeleton is painted on the wall.  He’s been there for hundreds of years and his job is to greet you, to welcome you to this underground world of the dead.  One of his arms rests on a balcony and the other arm and hand is ready to sweep you up:

The next two pictures are also from this burial chamber. On one side of the chamber, the picture of the skull and bones says in Latin, “We were like you.” And across from this, another skull and bones says in Latin, “And you will be like us.”

Well, after such grim greetings, we walked around and delighted in the beautiful homes, the fresh sea air, the sun-filled day.


We see the artist Fiore’s beautiful work everywhere!  His signature works of art are on the walls of shops, restaurants, on table tops, and on planters filled with geraniums.  His colors are vivid and he really captures an essence of Ortigia and Sicily. And today, while walking around, we met him!  He was in his atelier, door flung open to the sea.  He was intense, focused, and busy at creating another masterpiece.



Greek Sicily enthralls me.  The next two photos are from Apollo’s Temple. The columns are Doric style. The temple was built in the 6th century B.C. You can see the temple embedded into the nearby homes (see the second photo below). At one time, the space between the temple pillars were filled in to construct the walls of a mosque and later a church. Today, the temple stands near the lively outdoor fish and vegetable market.

And I have to include photos of Cat Lady.  Cat Lady, the woman in the photo below, stepped outside her open door and asked me to take a photo of her and the cats so I took a few photos. Believe it or not, that’s a “smile” on her face because I had just given her some money for cat food.

Using dramatic hand gestures and a passionate voice, she told me her story. “I don’t know why, but I keep finding kittens outside my door!  And what am I supposed to do?  They come to me! So I have to take them in.  They love me. I love them. I feed them. Sometimes I eat less so they can eat more.  They are wonderful! Would you like to come in? Would you like to take a photo or two?  Would you like to pet them? They love to be pet!  They don’t like to go outside. They love my home.”

And let me tell you.  I have never seen so many cats in my life. I asked her how many cats she had and she promptly said, “Eleven.”  I’d say take her number and multiply by 5. Maybe more. And, oh, did the place stink!  I took the photos by standing in the doorway.  There was no way I was going to cross the threshold.  I don’t know how the woman could still be alive inhaling that stink.  Her house was all mottled and filled with pictures of Jesus, the pope (with head bowed, praying), angels, and Mother Mary.  Maybe Cat Lady is protected by the pope’s prayers?


And we will move away from cats and end this blog with a sunset.


Sicily 2017 Slideshow

May 13, 2017

Was it one week or two?

It was one hundred lifetimes lived in a single day.

Warm sun on my skin

Within days, my skin goes brown, my eyes grow bright.

A gentle breeze floats in from the sea.

I am surrounded by beauty

and smiles.

How will I ever go back home?

This ancient land clings to my feet, tugs at my heart.

I am trapped by an invisible seaweed netting.

Cherry tomatoes burst with flavor. The local markets display mounds of dried wild herbs and mountains of colorful fruits and vegetables, which will taste as beautiful as they look.

Every morning and evening, we practice yoga to the sound of birdsong

and to soft lapping of waves.

The fragrance of the zagara flower is intoxicating.

Orange blossoms perfume the wall-less outdoor yoga studio.

Mt. Etna lets out a steady stream of smoke, steam, and dreams.

Mongibello stands tall, shrouded in purple at sunset, pink at sunrise.

What do you call the blue of the Sicilian sky and sea?

Flamingos, not yet fully pink, are feeding at the marsh.

Are there words to describe such insane raw beauty?

At night, I wonder how my parents ever left?  I wonder if I  carry the scars of their pain?

Quarry stones, hewn perfectly, stand witness to ancient history and warm today’s cat.

With the click of my camera, I capture the wild red poppies growing in a field of yellow daisies and I offer the poppies’ perfection to my lost friend Adriana.

We do yoga in the ruins of the tuna fisheries.

I feel the solidity of ancient stone under my feet, the mass suffering of the giants of the sea, and the beauty of the moment.

I watch my friends, long-time friends and new ones, do yoga on this ancient island. I lead them in a yoga sequence and I feel  Madre Terra’s energy coursing through us all.

Mother Earth and the Sicilian Sun nourish our spirits.

I breathe and I am renewed.

Fran’s website:

Turn up your speakers and enjoy the slideshow below (about 8 minutes long):

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Greek Sicily

May 1, 2017

Who has time to write when in Sicily?  So photos will have to do.

And yes, the weather has suddenly turned very warm and perfect.

The Greeks left their mark here!  Sicily was a Greek Colony and has the most beautiful Greek ruins.  We spent yesterday in Siracusa with Eleonora as our guide.  Enjoy a few photos from yesterday.

A roadside shrine to Mother Mary:

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Below: Temple of Apollo.  Perhaps this was one of the most significant temples in ancient Greek times.  The pillars in the photo below are monolithic and it is short of a miracle that they are still standing because most of the area was leveled to the ground during the great earthquake of January 11, 1693. The earthquake was one of the biggest to ever hit Italy.  It destroyed at least 45 cities and killed more than 60,000 people.  Catania was hardest hit and two-thirds of the people of Catania lost their lives.  Many of the towns including Siracuse and Modica had to be completely rebuilt.


The main cathedral in Ortigia is my favorite.  It was a Greek Temple whose ancient pillars are perfectly preserved because they were filled in with walls for a church.  In the photo below, you can see the Greek Temple pillars embedded in the exterior walls.  These columns, thousands of years old,  are even more beautiful from the interior.  From Greek Temple to Mosque to Catholic Church, this cathedral is remarkable.

Perfectly preserved Greek Temple

Sicilian girl sitting on the steps dating back to the the ancient Greek temple-turned Catholic Cathedral

Sicilian girl sitting on the steps dating back to the the ancient Greek temple-turned Catholic Cathedral

Poster promoting a traditional puppet show in Ortigia

Poster promoting a traditional puppet show in Ortigia

Our group!

Our group!

Sicily: Notes to Self

April 23, 2017

Does anyone else wake up at 3am to write a blog in his or her head…and then promptly go back to sleep, later wake up at a decent time and write it down?

Sicily: Notes To Self

  • All of my hard work is worth every second of effort put forth.
  • I must believe in myself ALL OF THE TIME.
  • Some mysteries in my life will never be solved.
  • Yoga has kept me sane. Often, it is the only part of my life that makes sense.
  • The vivid dream I had of my father on my second night in Sicily is more than just a dream.
  • The smell of Sicilian orange blossoms is the most beautiful smell in the world.
  • The Beatles had it right when they said, “Love is the Answer”.
  • I must take some photos of the Sicilian wildflowers in bloom.  The poppies are particularly beautiful.
  • Sicily is a gorgeous sun-kissed, energy-loaded island that merits many more visits during my lifetime.

And some photos with captions taken yesterday and today:

Catania Shop Window

Catania Religious Shop Window

Triton at the Catania Market Fountain

Triton at the Catania Market Fountain

Santa Agata mural in the market in Catania

Santa Agata mural in the market in Catania

 Enormous Pesce Spada (Sword Fish) in the Catania fish market

Enormous Pesce Spada (Sword Fish) in the Catania fish market

Serena enjoys her spaghetti

Spaghetti Girl

Adorable Spaghetti Girl

Adorable Spaghetti Girl (slightly blurred, but I couldn’t resist posting!)

Our wonderful driver, Francesco

Our wonderful driver, Francesco

The Apollo Temple in Ortigia

The Apollo Temple in Ortigia

Sea Nymphs (fountain), Ortigia

Sea Nymphs (fountain), Ortigia


Yoga this evening at the villa

Yoga this evening at the villa

Mt Etna this evening, taken right after shavasana

Mt Etna this evening, taken right after shavasana

Sicily with Love

October 19, 2014

Our guide Graziella recited a poem, written by an anonymous poet in ancient times, which describes the legend of how Sicily came to be.  She recited it first in the Sicilian dialect and then translated it into English.  I cannot find the Sicilian words, but it was the loveliest of poems.  Here it is in English:

One day God was full of joy.  As he was walking with the saints in heaven, he thought of giving a gift to the world.  From his crown he plucked out a diamond.  He blessed the diamond with the seven elements and placed it in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea.  The diamond became a beautiful island and the people called her Sicily.

My hope is that the photos below show you some facets of the diamond called Sicily.

If you are at your home computer, turn up the volume to hear Bellini’s Casta Diva from Norma (the smile box slideshow music seldom plays on an iPad or phone).  Bellini was from Catania, located about half an hour from our villa.  The residents of Catania so love Bellini’s music from Norma that they named a pasta dish after her: Pasta alla Norma.  Casta Diva plays twice and, by pure coincidence, the slideshow ends just as Casta Diva comes to an end, the very last note in sync with the very last image!

Food slide show coming your way soon….

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Sicilian Cats

October 6, 2014


You don’t have to love cats to love these cats!  They are adorable and they are all Sicilian cats.  They seem to be everywhere. They especially love to hang out around the ancient Greek temples or in the Greek theaters or Roman amphitheaters.

I haven’t had much time to blog, but had to post these cat photos.

As I sit and write, everyone has gone to bed after a full day starting out with yoga followed by an  outing with our fantastic guide Graziella, who guided us to Siracusa, Ortigia, and Noto.  Another beautiful day in paradise!  I can’t express enough how blessed I feel to have yet another beautiful group of yogis to share this week with.  I really love our group and everyone is ever so enchanted by Sicily, which-of course- makes me so happy!

It is warm out this evening. The sound of the surf is so calming.  Our villa sits on the bay and I can see the lights of Catania, at the foot of Mt. Etna, dancing and sparkling across the Ionian sea.  The night air smells of a mix of jasmine and the sea.  If the feeling of love had a smell, this would be it!

Enjoy these sweet kitties and know that we are all happy here in Sicily!  Am loving every single day here.  Our groups have been fantastic!!

















Spinning Wheels in Sicily

September 26, 2014
Sicilian oranges picked from the tree in the hotel courtyard and pressed to make a fresh sprimata (orange juice) this morning!

Sicilian oranges picked from the tree in the hotel courtyard and pressed to make  fresh juice this morning!

On Wednesday evening, Marilyn and I arrived in Catania so very tired. We traveled from Seattle to Frankfurt to Rome to Catania. Sometimes I wonder how just sitting in a on a plane can create such exhaustion. Is it the stale air on the plane or is it the body’s immune system fighting hard to stay healthy amid other people’s hacking coughs and sneezes that renders one so tired? Or perhaps it’s the endless hours of trying to sleep while sitting upright crammed in a tiny chair? Could exhaustion stem from layovers or jet lag from the 9 hours of time change?

Mary and Karol were on our same flights from Seattle to Frankfurt to Rome. Together in Rome, we waited for our luggage to appear. Almost all of our flight’s passengers had reclaimed their luggage. And still we waited. In top sleep-deprived condition, I found myself feeling dizzy just watching the luggage carousel going round and round. Was the conveyor belt moving or was I moving?   Mary said a prayer to St. Anthony, saint of lost items, so that our baggage would soon show up and, seconds later, our luggage came tumbling out together!

Marilyn and I went from picking up our luggage to picking up our rental car. As the nice fellow at Avis handed Marilyn the car keys, he said nervously in Italian, “Be careful.” I told him not to worry for us because Marilyn grew up driving in New York City!  His face broke into a Sunshine-Smile. “Oh, well then! You’ll do just fine!” Trying to find our Audi rental in the parking lot was like taking part in a treasure hunt, but we eventually found the car, got the GPS going, and off we went. And yes, Marilyn is an ACE driver and I am a good co-pilot, so all went well.

At one point on the highway, we got stuck behind a string of slow drivers. I know! Just trying to imagine one slow driver in Italy requires a vivid imagination. Marilyn changed over to the left lane to pass them up. Next thing I know, there are police lights flashing behind us!

“Marilyn, there’s a police car behind us flashing their lights!”

“That’s not the police. It’s one of those crazy drivers! This is what they do! They get right on your ass and flash their lights at you until you get out of their way.”

“But, Marilyn, these are definitely COPS!”


Next, the police sounded their alarm…you know the siren you hear when you watch Italian cop shows? Yes, that’s the sound.

Oh, you’re RIGHT! They need to get past me. Well, they will just have to wait until I get past this last slow driver so I can get over safely.”

Calm-cool-collected  Marilyn deftly and safely got over to let the police pass. Just as the police car zoomed past us, the cop in the passenger car had rolled down his window so as to give us a full-on view of his road rage! His anger was almost tangible. I have never seen such fast moving expressive hands as I did that night. Our last image of the police car as it whooshed past us was that of the two cops’ hands and arms going spastic, a vivid expression of wild frustration at not getting to pass us sooner!

After we controlled our laughter, Marilyn said, “Well, I’m awake now!”

We made it, without any further excitement, to the historical center of Siracusa, the area called Ortigia where our hotel is. But once in Ortigia, we were hard put to find any parking. After 15 futile minutes of driving around looking for parking, Marilyn idled the car in a piazza while I ran down a corridor, narrower than an alley, and into the Hotel Aretusa to ask about parking. Ettore, manager of the hotel and our guardian angel of the night, asked me to lead him to the car. From there, he got in the passenger seat and guided us round and round until we scored a parking spot. We sincerely deserved to sleep in past breakfast this morning, which is exactly what we did!

Got all we can get done done and tomorrow Week I Yoga Retreat in Sicily begins!  Can’t wait to welcome the group at the Catania Airport!

View of the sea from the villa where the retreat will take place!

View of the sea from the villa where the retreat will take place!

And speaking of breakfast, here we are in the land of sun-kissed food. I leave you with some photos of this morning’s breakfast spread.

Mozzarella, tomatoes with ricotta and pistacchio, pecorino,

Mozzarella, tomatoes with ricotta, and pecorino with pistacchio

morning bruschetta (to be eaten at all times of the day)

morning bruschetta (can be eaten at all times of the day)

Grapes: as tasty as they are beautiful!

Grapes: as tasty as they are beautiful!

crostatta made by Maurizio's mother

crostatta made by hotel owner Maurizio’s mother

Cultural Note: Coffee with milk is a morning drink. Sicilians refuse to serve coffee with milk such as a cappuccino, a caffe latte, or a café au lait in the evening. It is simply, in their minds, a stomach-curdling idea. It offers the same level of disgust as when a foreigner (because no Italian in this entire country would ever do this) asks if he or she may have some grated cheese to sprinkle over their seafood pasta dish. The combination of cheese and fish or an evening cappuccino is enough to upset the stomach of any Sicilian for days on end.

And just a few more photos from today:

Che carino!

Veterinarian’s office

Sicilian puppets (puppi)

Sicilian puppets (puppi)

Sunset as seen from Cathy and Colleen's hotel rooftop, where we met before going out for dinner

Siracusa: sunset in Ortigia as seen from Cathy and Colleen’s hotel rooftop, where we met before going out for dinner.  We had a wonderful evening with Cathy and Colleen!


MOON: an acronym for Move Ortigia Out Of Normality…a great discovery for live music, poetry, vegan and vegetarian fare!  Amazing spot in the ancient heart of Greek Sicily  Cultural Center Extraordinaire!


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