This past weekend, everyone in my school program (about 40 of us)
went to Sicilia. Leaving on Thursday night, we took a 14 hour
train, boat and bus ride onto the island of Sicilia to visit Taormina,
Palermo and Cefalu. In order to reach the island, they actually stopped the
train, separate the train cars and put the train onto a ferry!
After traveling on two trains (one being a sleeper,
overnight train,) we took a three hour bus trip to Toarmina. All the workers on the trains were on strike, so we did not have the luxury of pillows, blankets of access to any food. Needless to
say, by the time we arrived, we were exhausted. But as soon as we got off the bus, the sights
were far too gorgeous to stay cranky or sleepy for long. Taoromino looked like a painting. We took a tour
around a cliff-dangling park filled with flowers and Byzantine-styled architecture overlooking the
Mediterranean Sea. We walked around the quaint seaside village for most
of the afternoon and then went to a cannoli tasting. I was excited to try an authentic Sicilian cannoli, but I really had no idea the sort of goodness I was about to discover...


We entered a back room of a tiny
bakery called Etna Pasticceria, where bakers stirred chocolate chips and pistachio
crumbles into the thick ricotta cheese filling. They took the crispy, melt-in-your-mouth shells fresh from the fryer, dusting them with confectioner's sugar. I took my first bite sitting on the stoop of the bakery. It was the best thing i have eaten since being in italy... and quite possibly, my life.
We continued onto the city of Palermo, where we stayed for two nights. Our hotel was somewhat strange, located an unsafe, un-walkable 20 minutes from the city center. We got there and had a pretty gross school-organized hotel dinner in the basement. Between the eggs, pasta, and canned fruit that I ate and the fluorescent-lit room that had a bingo-hall feel, I had an strange introduction to Palermo.
That night, me, Dee, Gina, and Kelly were the only 4 students brave and not sleep-deprived enough to take a bus into the city. As soon as we got off the bus, I realized just how different this city was compared to what I know and love in Florence. We circled around the bar and restaurant area. It was packed and very chaotic. Trash was strewn about the streets and graffiti was everywhere. Stray dogs roamed around, and as soon as we walked away from the most populated streets, we all realized how unsafe we felt. It wasn't a "bad" experience. Just very, very different.
The next morning, we took a bus to visit the town of Cefalu. I fell in love. Men were sewing fishing nets on the side of crooked, cobblestone streets and palm trees were everywhere. No matter where in town you were, you could always see the crystal blue Mediterranean waters in the distance.
Me and my roommates posted up at what I now consider my favorite beach. The water was so clear that as you waded out even past your head, you could see well beyond your feet! Situated right on the beach were ancient, perfectly weathered and crumbling Sicilian buildings and giant boulders jetting out of the water. There was a concrete pier perfect for climbing to take in the sites from up high and jump off the ledge into the water. Oh, and the entire beach nestled between massive mountains.

The next day, we did some sight-seeing around Palermo. We went into stunning cathedrals, walked around town and went to a market. I was so shocked by how true the stereotypical Italian culture and appearance was there. Most of the city looks out of a scene of the godfather (which would make sense, as most of the films were shot there.) After sight-seeing on Sunday there, we ventured into some of the backstreets and less touristy areas. By doing this, I think we got the true feel of the city. Old Italian men play cards and gamble outside of storefronts and packs of pre-teens walk around smoking and yelling. The city has a very raw feeling to it. Exploring it really opened my eyes to other aspects of Italian culture that I was blind to before. An experience to say the least!
So many students here seem to be going crazy, traveling to as many different countries and destinations as possible, but I feel like I could spend my whole time in Italy and go home more than fulfilled. Each new city I have seen feels like a different culture and country of its own.