As per arrangement, we pick up my daughter Lilli and her boyfriend Matt from Palermo airport, hire a car and spend the first couple of days in Palermo. Hiring a car in Sicily comes with a high extra insurance (20Euros per day!!!), ostensibly because it is a high-risk area for driving. That, or be responsible for the first 3500 Euros of damage. Negotiating Palermo to find their B&B place is not without its challenges – one-way streets abound and although calmer than in Catania, traffic is pretty manic.
As cold weather is forecast, we spend the first day of their stay taking them out to the Terme in Segesta, as well as the greek temple and amphitheatre. The views from the top of the hill are stunning and the temple is beautifully preserved. By the Terme, we meet a couple in a van who have a sledge tied to the top of the roof (!) and we hear they are hoping for snow in the next few days.
The next day, Lilli and Matt explore Palermo until they are washed out by torrential rain. We share food and spend some time playing Bananagrams in the van and plan our route for the next day, since we feel we should try and get over the mountains before snow sets in, if the couple in Segesta was right about the weather forecast.
Lilli and I go ahead in the car and Matt and Frank follow in Emma. We arrive in Enna, our next stop, just in time for the first snowflakes to fall. We park up and go to find Matt’s and Lilli’s B&B in the centre of town – by the time we come back out of the house, the ground is already white with snow, and it’s falling hard and fast.
This is the view out of the window the next morning…
A sledge would indeed have come in handy!!
We are well and truly snowed-in for the next few days. Our water freezes at some point, resulting in the pump blowing a fuse, but otherwise we are nice and warm in the van, thanks to our lovely wood-burning stove.
We make nice meals, sing songs and play games, interspersed with lovely walks in the bracing, white and windy landscape. One afternoon, we explore a footpath that has 50mtrs of footprints and from thereon is covered in a foot or two of virgin snow. We have great fun letting ourselves tumble 5km down the hill until we reach a road. All public transport has stopped, so we have to take a taxi back up.
On the third day, the thaw sets in but not enough to actually free up the road. We get shovelling and attack icy spots with various sticks until we feel it’s worth a try. Emma does us proud despite not having snow chains, and we escape Enna to drive down to the coast. Fontane Bianchi is our next stop. The weather clears and we have a sunny day or two by the sea, taking trips to Noto, the Cavagrande di Cassibile and Siracusa , before taking Lilli and Matt to the airport in Catania.
It’s been very nice to spend time with them, to hang out and chat, share food, play games, and really wonderful to get to know Matt a bit better and to see how they are happy with each other, and how good they are for each other. I would have never thought just how much it means to see my daughter HAPPY. Health and happiness are so much more important than anything else. It makes me think back on my relationship with my mother and how she might have felt, seeing me struggle to become and adult and cope with the highs and lows of life, and how somehow we never managed to develop our relationship beyond the parameters of mother/daughter as it was set up in childhood. Our relationship never became one between two equal adults, not even when I’d become a mother too. I feel grateful for the change in the relationship with my children, I’m very much enjoying a different, new kind of connection emerging between us, and at the same time I also mourn the fact that although I tried, I never succeeded to achieve this with my own mother.
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You may have been wondering why, after two years of regular posts during our journeys, this year there has been a roaring silence…
Just to allay your fears, Frank and I are alive and kicking, still as madly in love as before (or even more, if that is possible) and we’ve had our usual share of ordinary and extraordinary travel adventures.
I’m not quite sure what exactly has silenced me, but I do know that I am still nursing a broken spirit from the Brexit decision and the effect it has already had on my life (those on Facebook might remember my post about this). I know that it has affected my joy of communicating with people and about people and places. Catching up with current affairs on the odd occasion that we are connected to the internet re-opens the wound too, every time. I know I shouldn’t let it get me down, I know we all need to stand up and fight against negativity and isolationism, against the closing of borders and the rise of xenophobia. I know every voice counts and so I will continue to try and raise my voice, but somehow it’s hard.
Ok., now that I’ve coughed this one up, maybe I can tell you about where we are…
It is the middle of the night and I just woke up from a stirring dream. While I slowly resurface from dream world, I do our usual exercise of trying to remember in detail where we are parked up. Tonight it’s quite easy – the constant rushing sound of the sea is a give-away. We are on the southernmost tip of Sicily, one of the southernmost points of Europe in fact, where two seas, the Mediterranean and the Adriatic, meet. There is a land spit that you can walk out on where you have one sea on the left and the other on the right, straining to get to each other with only four metres of broken jetty in between them, like lovers trying to get to each other, and then you climb up on a little rock and you see the waves from two directions crashing against each other, two different blues mixing. Tonight, the reflection of the full moon on the breaking waves gives the ocean a mysterious luminosity.
There is a little posse of camper-vans and other interesting vehicles, parked up on the actual rocky headland that, for once, is beautifully free of rubbish.
Yesterday we had a quick dip in the sea, the weather being like an English mild summer’s day and the water temperature also not far off British summer temperatures, I guess. The layout of towns and points of interest along the coast lets you imagine the throng of tourists that no doubt crowd the streets and beaches in the summer, but now it is beautifully deserted. Yesterday, we visited a little fishing village called Marzamemi, strolled through some lovely old streets and open squares, across big flagstones, hewn from the rocky sea. Later, we moved to the harbour of Portopalo where we hoped to buy some fish direct at source. The fish arrived late, so I took out my violin and entertained those waiting
When it finally arrived, it was sold by the box, so we didn’t get any… never mind, it was worth just watching the fish come in on little rowing boats and then bought by restaurateurs etc.
We’ve spent about three weeks in an organic farm not far from Noto, a beautiful Baroque town in the South of Sicily. Our trusted navigator called Serendipity brought us there: A scary tyre blow-out on the motorway (luckily it was one of the twin back tyres, so apart from a very loud bang, we didn’t notice any difference in the driving), took us to a large IVECO garage the following day. It was a very friendly family business and despite being extremely busy, they managed to order and change a tyre that afternoon! On the way to the garage, Frank had noticed that the adjoining property had very happy looking lemon groves, and sure enough, it was an organic farm. As we were on the lookout for bitter oranges, once we had all tyres back on, we turned into their driveway. After 200 metres trough lemon groves bordered by olive trees, we got to the house and met a family running an agriturismo biologico. Our request for bitter oranges quickly led to an invite into the house where we got talking. Darkness set in, so it was decided that the picking of bitter oranges would have to wait till the next day. Laura and Salvatore, who run the farm and the B&B invited us to park up for the night – and while we are there, why not join the family for dinner? The food is exquisite, and in conversation we find out that Salvo has a longstanding wish to learn English, so we agree to stay for a few days, teach English in return for food, and to give Frank the opportunity to make marmalade with organic fruits. A few days turn into a few weeks… Frank falls ill with a nasty flu virus, so the marmalade has to wait a while. We are treated to most delicious lunches and dinners and Salvo’s English lessons take us on walks around the farm.
While he learns English, I learn about the production of lemons and oranges, about grafting and the almond blossom. I have never met anyone so passionate about trees – although there are 5000 lemon trees, 1000 orange trees, 500 almond trees, 300 olive trees, 20 carob trees, 2 walnut trees and several other fruits like mulberry and medlar, Salvo knows every single one of them intimately and has planted or grafted many of them himself.
As you know from previous chapters of our Sicily adventure last year, the topic of rubbish is the Achilles heel of Sicilian culture. On this farm, called ‘A Lumìa’ (Sicilian for ‘Lemon’) we thankfully find that there is an awareness about not leaving plastic rubbish strewn about the place, so it looks clean and tidy. However, can you imagine, even though they are an organic farm, they don’t have a compost heap!
So we start talking about the joys of composting. This meets with a less than enthusiastic response but since we are there for a few weeks, we keep going on about it and eventually they let us build a structure. On the last day of our stay, we get them all together to explain the layering of kitchen waste and garden waste. It feels strange to be explaining this to people who have worked all their lives on the land, like teaching your grandmother to suck eggs.
Pepino, now 76 years old, started to work for Salvo’s grandfather at age 14! He’s still strong and nimble, working in the lemon groves and also generally about the place. He’s not convinced by this compost malarky – what’s the difference between this and just throwing the kitchen waste under one of the lemon trees?, he asks. I explain that the rotting processes in a compost are different, due to layering of kitchen waste with green manure from the garden in a confined and sheltered place which creates heat that helps the composting process, and besides, the earth can then be used in the garden. He’s the one who will be in charge of bringing the kitchen waste to the compost heap, so we’ll see if it will actually get there… with a cheeky twinkle in the eye he says to Salvo, ‘and what do I do with the plastic bag once I’ve emptied the compost onto the heap? Shall I burn it?’ I know he says it as a provocative joke, but unfortunately it is the reality pretty much all over Sicily: the way to handle plastic is to burn it – out of sight out of mind, but into your lungs and onto the earth and the fruits…
We’ve had a wonderful time at A Lumìa, joining into their daily rhythm, sharing food and stories, exchanging English lessons and a massage treatment, and Frank makes over 50 jars of marmalade! Every morning just after sunrise, I take my violin out and go on a musical stroll, practising my Scottish and Irish tunes, playing to the workers or simply to the lemons and the almond blossom, watching Noto turn pink in the distance as the the sun alights on it. On the way back, I usually meet Helena, the vivacious home help and right hand of Laura, on her daily walk, accompanied by Lulu the fluffy stray dog that has found a home at A Lumìa, and hooking arms with Angelina, Laura’s 94-year old mother. Helena and Corrada help running the B&B which by all accounts gets so busy in the summer that no-one has even time to scratch their heads.
When the 50 jars of marmalade are made and the compost structure is up, we feel it is time to leave and set off on our journey around the island. The family is sad to see us leave… Giulia, the 9 year old daughter, says ‘ but you can’t leave, my dad hasn’t finished learning English yet!’ Well, I’m sure we’ll see each other again some time somewhere and we’ll stay in touch, but for now, we want to go and spend time by the sea, hear the sound of rolling waves and explore some more of this beautiful corner of Europe.
Oh, and last but not least, we have some happy news: our lovely trusted Emma, our home on wheels, has had a little baby, born in a little village in Sicily…
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