Besides the general splendor…
And the total randomness…
(because, why not?)
(gives new meaning to the nickname “bread van”)
There’s also the food. In particular, arancini!
Not oranges, but deep fried rice balls with various savory fillings. Like bbq ribs (the Americana, of course). In Sicily, they’re really orange-sized, not like the sad meatball-sized ones you see here at Italian restaurants here.
We went to a market in search of street food and found this meat stand. Makes me think of my friend Ben, an avid carnivore.
We tried the intestine. It was shockingly delicious. So good that I kept trying to repeat the experience, looking for it in supermarkets and at roadside stands.
We also tried the octopus. Delicious, but probably even better grilled.
(Here he is before the chopping)
We took a side trip to Monreale, which is perched so high over the sea. And full of sleepy dogs.
It was one of the hottest days on our trip. Which meant dessert for lunch. Sicily is famous for the cannoli, as mentioned in the Godfather movies. With good reason. The filling is like a fluffy cream cheese, and its slight saltiness balances the rest of the sweetness well. Loved the candied orange rind.
This is called a brioche. Basically, it’s an ice cream sandwich. But with real bread.
I’ll leave you here with a nice memory from the beach near the place we stayed. There were a couple of feral dogs who decided they were our guards. They didn’t want food and they didn’t come close enough for pets, but they stayed by us all afternoon, one on either side. Just napping.
That thing back there is a “Singbox” — it’s a karaoke machine that (I think) actually grades you. Someone blasted Whitney Houston’s “I Will Always Love You” and nailed it.
Here’s the sunset from up in the hills