Physically back in
On the way to
, we were given a brief tour of the city
center. There is a statue that sits
solo by the port surrounded by water with and around its base are the last
words in Mary’s (the mother of God) letter to the city after Jesus’ death
telling them that it will always be blessed.
How humbling it was to be in the same place where Mary was! Suddenly, it all became real. Taormina
The view of
’s shores was breathtaking. The blue waters of the Messina Mediterranean Sea were alluring.
Arriving in , you feel the town’s mystery. Not because of the Godfather, but just the
feel of its history, the friendliness of the people forced to entertain the
sometime unruly tourists but without a choice in the matter, feeling a tinge of
just wanting to be left alone to enjoy their unspoiled land. Who can blame them? However, fate endures and we should feel
lucky enough that they are able to share their graces with us. Taormina
This little town was the home of the cannoli. It is the place where I tasted the best éclair my whole life! If you ever get a chance to go, I got it from Etna Pasticceria Corso Umberto, 112. No, this is not a plug, I just want to share with you the place where you can get the best éclair of your life!
The local artists are full of whimsy and elaborate in their art. It is not surprising as the inspiration surrounding them daily is plentiful!
At a local bar and ristorante, we had bruschetta and all it was is a piece of large white bread with marinara sauce, turkey, cheese and thousand island dressing! Who woulda thunk? It was delisioso!
I even saw a balcony with a grapevine… yes it was alive with grapes! It was sad to leave this beautiful city.