Minchia: Learning La Bella Lingua in Sicilia

After a 15-hour drive from Rome to Sicily through the straight of Messina—with Gabriele and I head bobbing to the likes of Alt-J and Jay-Z—we arrived at our beachside campsite just east of Patti, our first stop on the Tyrrhenian Coast. After a couple of days of gorging myself on granita, and sunbathing and splashing around in the surf, I decided to check out Taormina, one of Sicily’s premier attractions. At just over 100 kilometres from Patti, I figured it would make for easy day trip on my own. Silly me—I forgot to factor in that I was in Sicily. After a 30-minute train ride and a three-hour bus trip (for real!), I arrived at a perfectly preserved medieval town (yay!), soaked in rain and swarming with tourists (ugh.). After walking along Corso Umberto I, Taormina’s pedestrian-friendly main avenue, lined with antique and jewellery shops and designer boutiques (far removed from the economic realities of other Southern Italian and Sicilian towns), I wandered up to the Teatro Greco. Built in the third century BC, this horseshoe shaped theatre is spectacularly situated, suspended between sea and sky, with Mt Etna looming on the horizon. Gazing out, I felt that the view alone was well worth the effort of getting to Taormina, but I still had to get back "home"; and, what a disaster that turned out to be. As I had missed the three-hour bus back to Messina, I had to take a bus down to Taormina’s train station (over four kilometres from the town itself, no sidewalks), wait an hour and a half for the next train, which then proceeded to break down just outside of Messina. Stuck on the train for two hours, I struck up conversations in Italian with just about everyone, and helped translate what was going on for other tourists whose comprehension of the circumstances and the language was nil. When we finally pulled into the station, it was complete chaos. Thankfully, Rosanna and Gabriele met me in Messina. On our drive back to our campsite, we commiserated on the Sicilian situation: While overloaded with natural beauty and cultural treasures, the region’s undersupply of infrastructure and struggles against Mafia-driven corruption have rendered it so underdeveloped that it is barely recognizable as an Italian or European entity.

Granita

Taormina

The following morning, we left for a day cruise around the Aeolian Islands. With a cobalt blue sea, black sand beaches, and smouldering volcanic landscapes, the seven islands and various uninhabited islets of the Aeolian archipelago are (for the most part) gorgeous, and were designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2000 for good reason. We visited both Lipari and Vulcano: The former has a charming town centre, flower-hung alleys and a fabulous bakery that has been rolling out pastries since 1930; the latter is pretty nondescript, but does smell of (sulphurous) rotten eggs.

Aeolian Islands

Lipari, Aeolian Islands

Lipari, Aeolian Islands

Lipari, Aeolian Islands

Next up? Cefalu. Wedged between a natural bay and a towering, rocky crag, and with sandy beaches, winding medieval streets, and an assortment of shops, boutiques, and restaurants, I can understand why the holiday resort town was hopping with Italian and other European tourists. After grabbing (an overpriced) granita in the piazza del Duomo, we ventured into the square’s grandiose cathedral and admired the elaborate twelfth century mosaics inside, before catching a bus back to our campsite. 

I should also note that by mid-August, my Italian had improved dramatically, enabling me to not only converse with other Italians, but to eavesdrop on conversations between locals. One of my favourite snippets took place on this day's bus ride, and went a little something like this:

Woman 1: Hey! How are you?

Woman 2: Good, thanks. How are you?

Woman 1: Good. How is your family? How is your son? Is he in school? Is he studying?

Woman 2: He is neither in school, nor studying. He just bought his degree!

Woman 1: Bought his degree? That’s fantastic! Congratulations!

Cue massive sigh.

Duomo, Cefalu

Duomo, Cefalu

Pasta, Cefalu

Cefalu

Cefalu

Cefalu

That same evening, we drove west to Palermo, whose notoriety in recent years derives more from the Mafia's pervasive influence than from anything else. The following morning, while out exploring, I began to understand what a shame this is for Sicily, and for all of Italy. Palermo is a treasure trove of architectural fusion, with Byzantine, Arab, Norman, Renaissance and baroque styles scattered all over the city, but these are often hidden behind dilapidated apartment complexes and shabby market stalls. 

After munching on some "mandorle" (together with granite and cannoli, "mandorle" completes the Sicilian dessert-for-breakfast trifecta), I accompanied Rosanna, Gabriele and co. to the Palazzo dei Normanni, the Cattedrale and the Mercato di Ballaro, Palermo's busiest street market. After checking out the Chiesa Capitolare di San Cataldo, a twelfth century church with dusty-pink bijoux domes, and the nearby Fontana Pretoria that was reminiscent of the Trevi fountain, but without the crowds, we headed to the Quattro Canti, the intersection of four streets that form the heart of the city. 

"Dessert di Mandorle", Palermo

Palermo 

Mercato di Ballaro, Palermo

Chiesa Capitolare di San Cataldo, Palermo

Fontana Pretoria, Palermo

Quattro Canti, Palermo

It was then and there that Rosanna suggested, nay (neigh!), insisted on a horse-drawn carriage tour. I didn't have it in me to confess, in Italian, to an irrational fear of horses spawned by Kramer and Beef-A-Reeno, so I hopped on up the chaise and squeezed myself beside (on top of?) our well-upholstered chauffeur (in his defence, his diet probably consisted of cannoli for breakfast, lunch and dinner). We were off immediately, riding down the streets of Palermo at full gallop. Soon enough, the polizia, on motorcycles, were pursuing us in a high speed chase, lights flashing, sirens blaring. Once they caught up to our horse and buggy, they insisted we pull over, and our driver was issued a stern warning. Compared to pissing off the popo in the heart of Mafia-land, hanging out with Kramer and his Beef-A-Reeno didn't seem like a bad way to sightsee in NYC. We dismounted just outside of the Teatro Massimo, a neoclassical opera house that was, somewhat appropriately, used in the closing scene of the Godfather III.

The Incident, Palermo

Teatro Massimo, Palermo

Clara, Guido, Gabriele, Rosanna (L-R), Sicilian Superheroes, Palermo

After the incident, we grabbed a quick lunch, and headed straight to the Catacombe dei Cappucini. I urge all of you to perform a Google Image search of the site, as I was not able to bring myself to capture these catacombs on camera. Unlike the catacombs in Paris, or as I understand them, in Rome, here, the mummified bodies and skeletons of some 8,000 Palermitans—grouped together by age, gender, religion and virginal status(?)—are in various stages of decomposition, forming a macabre exhibition that will haunt me for years to come.

By the end of the day, we all felt it was time to say goodbye to Palermo. Just outside the city limits lies Monreale, home to one of the finest examples of Norman architecture in Sicily, the Cattedrale di Monreale. I am not a big fan of churches, but this one, decked out in glimmering gold mosaics, is one of the most beautiful I have ever seen.

Interior, Cattedrale di Monreale

Anti-mafia memorial, Monreale

The following morning, we headed slightly inland to check out the remains of Segesta, a city founded by the ancient Elymians, the indigenous Sicilian population. On the edge of a deep canyon in the midst of wild, desolate hills, lies an amphitheatre, and a gorgeous, fifth century BC Doric temple. 

Temple, Segesta

Temple, Segesta

Temple, Segesta

I spent my last couple of days with Seba's family relaxing in San Vito Lo Capo, a spectacularly scenic coastal area that is popular with Italian tourists. There, I fell in love, all over again, with a new Sicilian treat: a white chocolate ice cream bar, dipped in dark chocolate fondant, and covered in pistachio crumbles—the icing on the granite-cannoli-mandorle cake.

Castellammare del Golfo, from a lookout point en route to San Vito Lo Capo

San Vito Lo Capo

Fish Market, San Vito Lo Capo

San Vito Lo Capo

Roman Holiday

They say a lifetime's not enough for the Eternal City: Roma, non basta una vita! After an action-packed two day-three night tour in the Eternal City—a layover en route to Sicily—I am apt to agree.

With so many must-see sights and world-class monuments, galleries and museums in Rome, it was difficult to decide which to see in such a short amount of time. Rosanna, having visited the city countless times, was a top-notch tour guide, and helped me get my bearings on our first evening in Ancient Rome. After settling in at our campsite on the outskirts of town, we took a bus in to the city centre. First up? The Piazza del Campidoglio. Designed by Michelangelo in 1538 (is there nothing this guy didn’t design, engineer, sculpt, paint, write, etc.?), this elegant piazza is the centrepiece of Capitoline Hill, one of the seven hills on which Rome was founded, and currently the seat of Rome’s municipal government. It also commands the city's best view of the Roman Forum. 

Piazza del Campidoglio

Roman Forum

Afterwards, we walked along the Via dei Fori Imperiali to the Colosseum, the world’s largest amphitheatre and one of Rome’s most iconic sights. Here, gladiators spent hundreds of years entertaining the public by engaging in mortal combat—the original NHL enforcers.

Colosseum

We spent the evening in the Trastevere quarter, a charming medieval neighbourhood just beyond the Tiber River, whose cobbled lanes are lined with pizzerias, trattorias and bars. After a delicious dinner at Ai Bozzi, we strolled along the banks of the river, bursting with hundreds of outdoor venues including bars and restaurants, theatres, cinemas, arcades and artisans, before heading back to our campsite.

Piazza Santa Maria in Trastevere

Trastevere

Tiber River

The following day, Rosanna and co. took me on a walking tour to the north of the centro storico. We hit up the Trevi Fountain and the Spanish Steps, which were both somewhat difficult to navigate and appreciate with the hordes, and made our way north along the Via del Corso to the Piazza del Popolo, a vast neoclassical piazza where public executions were once held (nowadays, people just gather to hang out). There, Gabriele, Guido and Niccolo rented segways, while Rosanna and I checked out Borsalino, the prestigious Italian hat boutique favoured by the likes of Al Capone and Humphrey Bogart.

That evening, I headed back to Trastevere to meet up with Claire, one of Maya’s closest friends from Vancouver, who is now living in Rome with her Italian hubby. Over dinner at Grazia & Graziella, we bonded instantly (endorsing the Italian lifestyle, commiserating on its red tape), and strategized on how to get Maya over the Atlantic to join us in expat living.

Trevi Fountain

Spanish Steps

Piazza del Popolo

Piazza del Popolo

On my third and last day in Rome, I decided to fly solo. I made a beeline for the Vatican, where, after a two-hour wait in the sweltering August sun, I marvelled at the Vatican Museum’s Sistine Chapel (Michelangelo, again) and St Peter’s Basilica (and again!).

Vatican Museums

Vatican Museums

Piazza San Pietro

St Peter's Basilica

Interior, St Peter's Basilica

Michelangelo's Dome, St Peter's Basilica

After refueling with a great gelato at Old Bridge, I strolled along the animated streets of the centro storico, coming across some of the city’s best-known sights without even really trying. I started off in the Largo di Torre Argentina, a busy square set around the ruins of Republic-era temples and the site of Julius Caesar’s assassination (and now a cat sanctuary—gross). I walked past Bernini’s Elefantino sculpture and the Chiesa di Santa Maria Sopra Minerva, Rome’s only Gothic church, before arriving at the Pantheon. Along with the Colosseum, the Pantheon is one of Rome’s most iconic monuments, and the city's best preserved. Almost 2,000 years after it was built, the Pantheon’s dome is still the world’s largest unreinforced concrete dome, and it is mighty impressive.

Largo di Torre Argentina

Bernini's Elefantino

Pantheon

Pantheon

Dome, Pantheon

For my second gelato of the day (when in Rome…), I headed over to nearby Gelataria Giolitti, where Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck grabbed cones in Roman Holiday. Following this divine delicacy, I treated myself to an espresso from Caffe Sant’Eustachio, considered by many to be the capital’s best.

Pistacchio and Stracciatella Gelato from Gelataria Giolitti

After wandering around in the Piazza Navona and the Campo de’ Fiori, I headed back to Trastevere and up to Gianicolo for sunset, which offered an incredible view of Rome.

It was a whirlwind of a trip, but I’ll be back. I did throw a coin in the Trevi Fountain, after all.

Piazza Navona

Campo de' Fiori

View from Gianicolo