Lynda, Bob and I head south, to Sicily again. Lynda has never been, and Bob and I want to make it to Agrigento this time. We were thwarted in our plans last visit to Sicily, when Bob had a nasty fall and sprained his ankle.
This time we flew Bologna- Catania, and then had a taxi drive us to Taormina, 45 minutes north. We had enjoyed Taormina so much in March, with Angela, that we wanted to share it with Lynda.
What a difference 3 months makes. There were flowers everywhere, especially bouganvillia, and many more tourists. But the beach was hot and the Ionian Sean swimable, at least to us hardy Canucks.
| The beach at Taormina |
| Gemellas - which is which |
One of the wonderful things about Sicily are "la dolce", the sweets. Sicilians make the best cannoli, and Lynda found a shop where they stuff them right in front of you, so the cannoli shells stay crisp and fresh. The filling is sweet ricotta cheese, pistachios and dried fruit. Bob says my experience of Italy is "very oral". In this case I'd have to agree 100%. These treats are delicious!
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| Ready to eat! |
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| Stuffing our cannoli |
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| Eating cannoli |
We left Lynda at the beach and took a bus tour of Agrigento, home of some of the best preserved Greek temples in the world, dating from 500 B.C. The temples, that have survived the sacking by the Carthaginians and Romans, are spread out along a valley about 1 mile long. It was very humbling to look at these temples and to realize that they are 2,500 years old.
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| Temple of Concord |
We had recently been re-reading the Greek myths, especially The Iliad and The Odyssey, that Homer wrote in 7-900 B.C. And now here we were, touring some of the areas that Odysseus visited on his long way home after the Trojan War. We thought of Odysseus navigating the rough and rapid Straits of Messina as he crossed over from Calabria to Sicily, and then encountered the Cyclops in Sicily.
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| A modern sculpture of fallen Icarus in front of the Greek Temple |
At one temple, a row of giants held up the temple roof. They are now all fallen on the ground, as in this photo of us, (right), but you get a sense of the scale of the immenseness and grandeur.
Back in Taormina, we had time to stroll the streets, eat some great meals and listen to a group of roaming Sicilian troubadors. We asked to take their photo, which they willingly agreed to, but then insisted that we take a photo with their camera too. They seemed as interested in posing with us, as we were with them, especially when they heard we were "gemella". Maybe they saw some of their ancestors in us!

















