Sicily

The Phoenicians transformed the inhospitable island, which they called Motya, into one of the most affluent cities of its time, naturally defended by the lagoon as well as high defensive walls. Ancient windmills and salt pans were used for evaporation, salt grinding and refinement, and to maintain the condition of the lagoon and island itself. Recently the mills and salt pans (called the Ettore Infersa) have been restored by the owners and opened to the public.

She was a great buddy to have along during my morning walks on the beach!

HFF from Ortigia...:))

Sunset at the south coast

Cefalù, Italy

Sicily, Italy

Subtropical storm Daniel...

Lipari is the largest of the Eolie Islands

Taormina

Sicily

Italy

Sicily

HFF!! :))

Palermo, Sicily

HFF from Siracusa!! :))

HFF!!

HBM in Ortigia!! :))

Sicily

View from Rocca di Cefalu

Sicily

Sicily

HBM in Ortigia...:))

HFF in Ortigia!! :))

Saturday for Stairs...:))

Floridia which is a very small town in Sicily where my mother's parents were from. It had just poured and then the sun came out!

HTT!! :))

HTT!! :))

HBM!!

HFF!! :))

Sicily

Sicily

HWW!!

My Dad's summer house in Siracusa Sicily on the first floor of the building on the right...I spent many of summers here growing up and getting cannoli in the bakery store on the ground level next door that you can see in this photo. When my dad retired as a doctor in New York he moved back to Sicily where he was from and lived here till he passed...the best part of my trip was revisiting my dad's house and showing Tim where i spent my summers!

Happy Tree-mendous Thursday

Church on Sunday...:))

HTT!! :))

Happy Tree-mendous Thursday in Siracusa...:))

HTT in Siracusa...:))

Sicily

Saturday for Stairs...:))

Beautiful boats in Siracusa...:))

Peeking in the windows of an artist's studio...HWW!! :))

HBM in Siracusa...:))

Sicily

Italy

La purezza dei contorni, la morbidezza di ogni cosa, la cedevole scambievolezza delle tinte, l'unità armonica del cielo col mare e del mare con la terra… chi li ha visti una sola volta, li possederà per tutta la vita.

Johann Wolfgang Goethe, Viaggio in Italia, 1815/17