As I look out of my window at the ominous grey sky, it makes me long for the hazy days of summer (or more precisely early autumn—summer is some kind of burning inferno I try to escape from) when a spur of the moment decision led me off into the middle of nowhere in search of a ghost town.
Returning from a trip to Selinunte, we decided to take a detour off in search of the ruins of old Poggioreale.
As we headed off on a road seemingly leading to nowhere, through endless fields of ripe yellow melons, I began to question whether this was really a wise idea at the end of a tough day’s archaeological-site visiting. As the road turned into some sort of winding, precarious track, which at one point had seen a landslide and had a new way through bodged together, I began to reflect seriously on whether I had lost control of my mental faculties.
This year marks a momentous occasion, as this year it will have been a whole decade (I can barely believe it) since I first moved to Sicily. In that time I have done more things than I anticipated, seen more beauty than I thought possible, and stayed a hell of lot longer than I EVER intended.
You see, I moved to Sicily fresh out of university and attaining my TEFL certificate. I came here on a temporary 8 month contract with no intention of staying any longer.
My twenty-two year-old self was going to teach English here for eight months and then head off somewhere else. It was entirely by chance that I ended up in Sicily anyway; I wanted to go to Padua, where I spent a year of my degree studying, but somehow (and to this day I’m really not at all sure how, seeing as the job I applied for was in Padua) I was offered a job in Sicily. Anyway, I figured I could last anywhere for 8 months. So I packed up my suitcase and arrived all alone on a flight. A taxi service met me at the airport to take me to my destination, and it was there that my whirlwind delivery into Sicilian life began. Continue reading “7 Things You Never Knew You Could See In Sicily…”