Part V of this five part series wraps with a silly photo, a photo that captures a truly happy moment with Dave, a solitary moment of happiness and contentment, and a one-two punch of a flag blowing in the breeze. I love watching flags whip around on the back of ships and boats. If you look at these photos and find your eyes squinting and your face scrunching up as you think, “Really? That photo?” – just know that, well, You Had to Be There.
I like to kick, stretch and kick, and that’s what I was doing here…
Just after settling into our abode, Dave and I made our way to Zafferana to meet up with his colleague at the Ottobrata festival. It was a great day.
Dave was shipped back to the U.S. before we had even established ourselves in our permanent abode. Left to my own devices, I crossed the interior of Sicily to the northwestern coast and enjoyed a gelato festival in Cefalù. While there, I also wandered down an alleyway to the seawall and enjoyed myself at this perch. Happiness and contentment were mine.
Whipping in the wind, a one-two punch.
That’s all for the Photo Montage, I’m wrapping up my time in Taiwan and will trickle anecdotes and photos into the blog in the upcoming weeks. Happy Friday and Have a great weekend!!!
Part IV of the five part series includes more sundries, those that ring in as “My Favs.”
My Fav Acireale event: Carnevale. Here is a photo of some of the flower handiwork on the floats. Not all the floats are made of the traditional flower arrangement, but they were all unique and entertaining.
My Fav brother and cannoli!!!
My Fav Gas Strike photo: The silly face, the palm trees in the background (still a novelty to me!), the way “esaurito” sounds a lot like “sorry” and all the new vocabulary that came with il sciopero (strike!) come rushing back when I glance at this photo.
My Fav statue in Geneva:
My Fav water photo: On the ferry to Lipari.
As Part I of this five part series of photos, here are my favorite photos from the early days of our arrival on Sicily. This is the time when I was struggling to master the manual transmission, worrying about finding a job, and sweating my ass off.
A familiar sight to many a Sicilian and ALL Sigonellans are the sheep-goat crossbreed that are shepherded up and down a road we use to go to and from base, and the base housing complex, called Marinai. Familiarly referred to as “geep.”
We took a day trip west to the hill town of Enna. Yes, Italy’s most famous “hill towns” are in Tuscany, but Enna has a special magic. We found this moving sculpture honoring the slave labor that erected several times over the castle structure at the top of Enna.
While I adjusted to living with a thin to heavy layer of sweat on my body at all times, I learned to relish the cool moments of dipping into the Ionian Sea. Here was a gorgeous swimming hole at the base of Aci Castello – just be careful not to cut yourself on the lava rock if you visit this location.
The cats, Maki (fluff ball) and Panther (sleek yellow-eyed), really hated our temporary lodging in Motta Sant’Anastasia (“Motta”). It was hotter than Seattle, significantly less space, and they had had enough. They were so exasperated that they finally truly bonded! Here they are mid-cat nap, it is sort of like the Sistine Chapel, no?
Finally, we found a home and left our friendly hosts in Motta. I was quite happy to settle into our own digs, but I would miss the welcoming walkway and friendly staff at the Motta Residence Hotel. Here is the entryway.