Catania and Sinagra

Day 17
Today was special. We woke early, secured a hire car and completed a 320 km round trip to a village called Sinagra, the birth place or my maternal grandfather.
The name Fogliani is well entrenched in this village. Managed to locate a cousin of my grandfather by the name of Giuseppe. As you will see in a couple of the photos, a gentleman of pride (not just because he also rocks a good tash). He has been to Australia a number of times and could name suburbs, streets and other Italian families I had heard of.
He also showed me a couple of documents, that when translated into English gave a little bit more detail about the family.
The journey (particularly on the way there) was like a Leyland brother adventure but made it in the end.
Upon our return, it was a quick change and back out on the streets of Catania for another street food adventure, with yet again gastronomic local delights.
Now I know where my love of fresh bread, buttered, with vanilla ice cream comes from.
The history of Catania runs deep, very very deep. Our street food tour guide took a quick detour through a restaurant (picture attached) which by pure accident discovered a fracture in the solidified lava some 10 metres underground, that revealed a river that had been completely covered by the 7th layer of lava to consume the city of Catania.Lue lisää