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    • Tag 1

      Butera

      13. Januar in Italien ⋅ ☀️ 11 °C

      Today I drove with two girls from the house to Butera. This is a place on the mountain that is definitely busy in summer.

      Now in winter there are no tourists to be seen anywhere and we were able to stroll through the streets unmolested.

      It's really a nice little town with a great atmosphere and a great view. Well, there was also a great corretto and great arrancini, but more on that later 😋.
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    • Tag 1.258

      Bei den weissen Felsen

      5. Februar in Italien ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

      Heute auf einer traumhaften Wanderungen entlang dem Meer erschrecken wir beinahe als uns ein Wanderer begegnet. Er fragt uns nach dem Herkunftsland und meint dann nur lächelnd: "Willkommen hier im Paradies".

      Das können wir nur bestätigen, zumal das von Anke im letzten Blog beschriebene Abfallproblem hier überhaupt nicht besteht. 

      Die letzte 3 Tage sind wir in der Nähe von Agrigento freigestanden. Wenn freistehen, dann so. Guckst Du.

      So sind unsere Beiträge im Moment spärlich, einfach weil es nicht so viel zu erzählen gibt, aber unser ❤️ wird von der Natur so geküsst, besser geht es einfach nicht. (Beat)
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    • Tag 10

      Tempel von Agrigente

      27. September 2019 in Italien ⋅ ⛅ 23 °C

      Gegen 10.30 Uhr ging es mit dem Bus nach Agrigent zum Tal der Tempel. Hier in unserer Ecke von Sizilien wird viel Kohl, Artischocken und Getreide angebaut. Im Moment sieht man immer wieder abgebrannte Felder. Die Brände werden gelegt, da man mit der Asche gleichzeitig die Erde düngt (Monokultur). Sizilien ist nach wie vor die Kornkammer Italiens, obwohl auch Getreide von Kanada importiert wird, da es billiger ist. Nach zweistündiger Fahrt waren wir da. Temperatur um die 30 Grad, Sonne satt,fast kein Baum und Strauch. Dafür aber eine phantastische Sicht. Unser Reiseführer vor Ort erwartete uns schon und ab ging es zu den Tempeln. Hier sieht man gleich, wer geübt im Rolli schieben war und ist. Bei uns Beiden ging es flott voran, trotz vieler Unebenheiten. Aber wenn man etwas sehen will, muss man da durch. Der arme Uli wurde ganz schön durchgeschüttelt.
      1997 erklärte die UNESCO die archäologischen Stätten von Agrigent zum Weltkulturerbe. Im Zeichen der UNESCO ist ein Tempel zu sehen, welcher der Concordiatempel von Agrigent sein soll. Der Concordiatempel zählt zu den am besten erhaltenen Tempeln der Antike. Näheres dann doch bitte bei Wikipedia nachlesen, wird sonst zuviel.
      Auch Herr von Goethe war schon hier 👍
      Für uns war es auf jeden Fall die weite Anreise wert und sogar Uli konnte an einem Tempel ganz nah heran.
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    • Tag 41

      Experiencing Sicilian Food Culture

      2. November 2023 in Italien ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

      After 3 nights in the chaos and heat of Palermo, we arrived at the epicentre of Sicilian food culture, the Anna Tasca Lanza Culinary School. Sicily is shaped like a triangle and our travels have taken us to the eastern point near Mount Etna, near the southern tip to Ortigia and to the western tip at Trapani. We are now in the geographical centre of the island, near Vallelunga, on an old 19th century farm called Case Vecchie. The 3 of us are here with 6 other guests for 4 nights immersing ourselves in Sicilian food culture.

      The Lanza family that owns the estates (vineyards) and the farm is an historically wealthy, landowning family - therefore Sicilian nobility. Sicily was ruled by monarches in the past but the official monarchy across all of Italy was not recognized after 1946 when Italy became a Republic. However, the title of Marchessa and Marquise are still used by this family. They even have a family crest that is embossed on all of the dishes …..as you do when you are royalty. I wonder what our family crest would be - probably something with a beer mug . Today the current owner Fabrizia Lanza (daughter of the famous Anna Tasca Lanza) came to say hello and join us for lunch. She was very regal and presided over lunch from the end of the long table explaining her food philosophy and dismissing the modern tendency to photograph everything we eat rather than using all of our senses to enjoy it. I quickly hid my phone. She stated that, “ We have never spoken so much about food and yet been more distant from our food.” Her second cookbook has just been released and it does have beautiful pictures. So someone’s taking photos!
      On our first morning, a young gardener, Lucia, took us on a garden tour. She has a masters in fruit science with a focus on citrus plants. The garden is full of fruit trees including persimmons, quince, pomegranate, lemon and loads of vegetables and herbs. There are olive trees all around and an almond grove, that Tara and I came across on a walk. The area is surrounded by vineyards. We have enjoyed many types of wine from the family estates or land holdings located in terroir across Sicily.
      Getting back to the food ——-We participated in 2 full morning cooking classes where we made our 4 course lunches using many local ingredients. We then ate our 4 course meals family style around a large table. Day 1, we made panelle ( a Sicilian fritter made from chickpea flour), pasta in the shape of cavatelli (shells), caponata (a popular dish making use of the abundant eggplants), and a dessert called cassata which incorporates almond paste, ricotta and cake. Our chef - Kyle - is from the US and married to an Italian. He and the other staff explain all the background about the food ingredients and what makes it typical to this area. The staff are warm and engaging and love to answer our many questions. The kitchen is fabulous and its been loads of fun to jump in to stir, chop and make the pasta. This is really farm to table cooking. I went into the garden with chef Kyle to grab some Sicilian celery and some parsley for the caponata. There are 3 ladies in the back kitchen scooping up all the dirty dishes and pots, serving the meals and setting tables etc. Yesterday’s menu was a pasta bake called tomboli ( meaning drum because that is it’s shape) that was stuffed not with meat ragu, as we would expect, but with a wild fennel/ mint sauce. We also made beer-battered stuffed zucchini blossoms, tuna meatballs in tomato sauce and a bianco mange or blanche mange as people might know it - a clear, milk pudding.
      Some common ingredients include lots of onions (but little garlic). The Sicilians don’t favour garlic as it is seen as “low” or peasant food. Lots of cheese from sheep - ricotta, pecorina. Loads of mint and other herbs( interesting arab influences in the cooking here). Loads and loads of olive oil, anchovies, capers and salt. Also lots of nuts - pine nuts from the trees in the garden, almonds and pistachios, Enza, the baker at the school, has been keeping us fed with a steady flow of cookies, cakes and freshly baked bread. We get a lesson from her this afternoon. I wish I could somehow attach some of the wonderful smells from the kitchen because the pictures don’t do the food justice.
      At night Chef Kyle makes our dinner and all of the meals are surprisingly vegetable focused with lots of fresh salads and various local greens. We’ve had only two meat dishes since arriving - a grilled lamb and some rabbit braised in wine last night. Beef and dairy from cows are less common here. The tomato paste and sauces are all homemade and bottled during the tomato harvest. The jams are made from the fruit of the surrounding trees.
      On Tuesday afternoon we were taken to a nearby communal olive oil processing business run by a sharp Sicilian lady. The locals were coming in with their large bins of olives , dumping them in the main collector hopper and about 1/2 hour later the most beautiful, rich green olive oil poured out into their large plastic containers and off they drove, and the next farmer backed in to unload. Seems everyone has an olive orchard and the fruit is being harvested now so the place was really buzzing. We spent this morning with a local shepherd / cheesemaker, Filipo, and saw yesterday’s sheep milk go from liquid to curds and whey and finally new cheese. The curds were squeezed out and formed into rounds. Once more liquid has drained away, it will be sold locally as pecorino. The remaining whey was heated to make ricotta (meaning re-heated). It was fascinating to ask Filipo questions about the production (translation by the cooking school staff who speak English). Seems that the current production must be done using stainless steel, although it was recently all done using wooden screens / baskets and implements. The good bacteria gave the cheese additional flavours although - as you can imagine - it was not as safe.
      The school/farm whee we are staying is in a beautiful, rural setting. Besides the hum of the farm machinery the place is quite peaceful until about 2 in the morning when the 3 roosters start crowing loudly. We’re not sure what sets them off but evidently the long-time vegetable gardener ,Giovanni , has a soft heart and won’t kill the roosters even though they do nothing productive. Tara and I were ready to strangle them after the first night!! We have access to a lovely swimming pool in the yard and the rooms are very comfortable. It’s not been all hard work in the kitchen and we’ve taken time for some walks and reading.
      This has been a wonderful end to our Sicilian adventure. Sicily doesn’t have the ambiance of other parts of Italy that we’ve seen. In particular, when compared to areas in northern Italy, this is like night and day. Even the language - Sicilian - is different. I think we have seen more of the true Sicily here than over the past few weeks of travel - as enjoyable as that was. Sicilians are a very warm, proud and passionate people and according to one of our Palermo guides - just a little bit crazy! The economics of the island take many of them away but the people all seem to retain a strong bond to the island and the unique culture here. I can only think of Newfoundland as our Canadian analogy
      Tomorrow the return trip begins. We are in Palermo overnight and may do some souvenir shopping. Saturday morning we say arrivederci to Tara who flies home to Ottawa via Munich. We head to Frankfurt to pick up our bike gear that we left there 3 weeks ago and fly home to Victoria on Sunday. It’s certainly time to get home but it has been another great adventure. Hope to see some of you very soon. Thanks for traveling with us!!
      As they say in Sicily when leaving - “ciao, ciao, ciao”
      Love Heather/ Mom xxx
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    • Tag 16

      Nicosia

      9. Mai 2023 in Italien ⋅ ☁️ 13 °C

      Wegen der Regenprognose und weil ich auch heute wieder von einem Shuttleservice abhängig wäre, habe ich mich entschieden, mit der einzigen Busverbindung frühmorgens ins Tal nach Nicosia zu fahren. Ich staune nicht schlecht, dass um Viertel vor Sieben 3 Busse in Capizzi bereitstehen und quasi gleichzeitig abfahren. Vorallem Jugendliche steigen ein! Mein Nachfragen bestätigt dann meine Vermutung. Es sind Schulbusse, die Nicosia und verschiedene Collegios anfahren. Die 45-minütige Fahrt ist unterhaltsam. Schafe, Schafe und nochmals Schafe, ein paar Pferde und Kühe! Landwirtschaft scheint hier ein wichtiger Wirtschaftszweig zu sein.

      In der Kleinstadt Nicosia beziehe ich dann im Convento Frati Francescani ein Zimmer. Durch die Stadtführerin Alice in Catania, bin ich zu einer Übernachtungsliste der Via Francigena gelangt. Frater Salvatore nimmt mich in Empfang und führt mich in ein geräumiges Zimmer ... und dies bereits morgens um 9 Uhr. Nicht selbstverständlich! Leider ist auch zwischen uns die Verständigung nur rudimentär möglich.

      Kaum angekommen lädt mich Fortunato, ein 20-jähriger Dauergast mit leichter Beeinträchtigung zu einem Cafe in die Küche ein. Im Pijama serviert er mir mit grosser Herzlichkeit und Hingabe das Getränk. Als ich dann nach einem Nickerchen zu einem Stadtrundgang aufbreche, fragt er mich, ob ich ihm 2 Euro leihen könnte (so habe ich es jedenfalls verstanden). Er strahlte übers ganze Gesicht mit dem Geldstück in der Hand und bedankte sich: "Thank you"!

      Nach einer feiner Pasta zum Zmittag erkunde ich am Nachmittag diese zwischen die Felsen gebaute Stadt. Nicosia schaut auf eine lange historische Vergangenheit zurück. Die Überreste des nomannischen Castells aus dem 11. Jahrhundert, welche über Nicosia trohnen, zeugen davon. Natürlich muss ich dort hinauf! Steil führen enge Gassen und Treppen bergauf. Wie schaffen das hier die älteren Menschen? Welch "bella vista" dann beim Castell oben, einfach atmberaubend! Und das trotz leichtem Nieseln und starker Bewölkung.

      Am Vorabend besuche ich die Messe in der angrenzenden Kirche Santa Maria degli Angeli, die zum Convent gehört. Frater Salvatore begrüsst unter den knapp 20 Anwesenden den Svizzero! Ich gönne mir diesen Moment der Ruhe und Besinnung, lausche dem Klang der italienischen Sprache und Gesänge.
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    • Tag 21

      Riserva Naturale, kurz vor Vittoria

      4. Mai in Italien ⋅ 🌬 21 °C

      Ein schönes Naturschutzgebiet rund um meinen kleinen See. Hier soll es Vögel geben und Amphibien. Wir verbringen sich reine Nacht hier und freuen uns über die ruhige. Schöne und saubere Umgebung.
      Kein Service für Wohnmobile, aber ein toller Parkplatz.
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    • Tag 6

      H-Day 4 - the walk to the sea

      27. März 2023 in Italien ⋅ 🌙 14 °C

      A very interesting day all in all. We've had a worse night. Cold and lots of condenser water everywhere. I think it has even rained at night and I have not realized it. We've been cowboy camping. The forecast was dry. The tyvek around the sleeping bag was wet. The down sleeping bag also, but not too much. Everything around... Hmmm not dry.... So I stuffed everything together and we headed for an early start. Well.. It was 6am already. Summer time now!

      Nevertheless Lupo has had a chilly night and a tough last day, he started much better than I thought. Thanks god, we have not met so many aggressive dogs like the day before. That's really annoying that so many owner do not care about their dogs. They attack other dogs without reason. Anyway. The trail was super good most of the time. Thru hills and fields. At the beginning downhill, then really flat; often compact sand. We both speed hiked and have had lots of fun. Such a nice morning. Even a bed of flowers were layered down for us. I double checked, but this flower path was really our hiking trail. Wow!

      After awhile, it got much warmer again and we approached the next (ugly) city. Traffic. Lupo slowed down. Too warm! So we went for food shopping, and headed into the center. What I have realized, like the days before, that it doesn't matter which week day or time you have, you see always groups of older men (50-80) standing around. Everywhere. Most times they are more unfriendly. You see rarely women. Kind of strange. In some towns there have been really many men groups. Anyway.

      We've charged the phone in a bar, got a strong Espresso (the coffee here in the south is really dark roasted) and headed further into the plain to the sea. Standing on a platform of the higher elevated town, you could overview the valley and follow the road to the sea.

      Lupo slowed down immediately. Too hot and lots of wind. So we took a break to dry the equipment.
      And headed further after awhile. Luckily there has been a not fenced pond at the beginning of the valley. After a swim and having a wet dog, Lupo started his speed gear again and we speed hiked further thru the lonely heated valley. Sandy four wheel roads... Cactus here and there.... And the wind kept going...even got stronger.

      So, we got closer to the city and there are gas fields asking the way (I guess). You can see the industry and the pumps. And just before, we have passed a flooded pond. Great bath again for the dog. Suddenly surprise! Störche! So many... Sitting in the pond and starting as they heard us. Wow!
      A little bit later I have seen an Artischocken field. Never seen before.
      Because of the very strong wind now, we decided to hike into the center, get some water and find a sleeping spot behind the city in there darkness.

      Gela...an ugly city. And again.... Everywhere men. We've payed a horrendous price for a chocolate bar and 2l water. And headed further. I know Lupo wanted to stop, but there is no other solution. We've followed busy roads in the night and walked thru suburbs. Until finally the path headed into nature again and we pitched the first time our tarp! Finally day over....

      55.900 steps - 41km
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    • Tag 182

      Tag 180.1: Marianello Spiaggia

      15. Februar in Italien ⋅ ☀️ 11 °C

      Als wir heute aufgewacht sind, sah die Welt schon wieder etwas anders aus. Die Sonne strahlte vom Himmel und malte einen Regenbogen auf die Matratzen der Kinder, die Straßenhunde lagen auf ihren Matratzen, in den Sanddünen und bei uns vor dem hinteren Autoreifen und vor uns die Kulisse der Sandsteinküste.
      Die Nacht war ruhig und eigentlich war es auch kein schlechter Ort. Müll lag herum, wie fast überall, aber daran haben wir uns hier in Italien schon langsam gewöhnt. Irgendwie wundert man sich dennoch trotzdem immer wieder, was hier alles auf und an die Straße geworfen wird.
      Der Strand von „Marianello“ selbst war eigentlich relativ sauber und die Beachbar im Winter natürlich verwaist, aber es ist eine sehr schöne Bucht mit türkisfarbenen klarem Wasser, ganz feinem Sand und den Sandsteinfelsen als Kulisse. Die Hunde markierten das rechte Hinterrad vom Eselchen als ihr Revier - interessant, denn das hatten wir so auch noch nicht.
      Vor der Abfahrt spielten die Kinder noch etwas im Sand draußen, wir erledigten noch ein paar Dinge und machten uns Abfahrtbereit.
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    • Tag 3

      Licata

      5. Mai 2023 in Italien ⋅ ☁️ 18 °C

      In what seemed like a blink of an eye seven months whizzed by and it was time for us to make our way back to Odyssee. We were a little apprehensive, as having spoken to some of the other boat owners before we left the marina in September we were told horror stories of storms and water spouts that lifted entire pontoons on top of boats. Even more disconcerting were the resultant disagreements about compensation between the marina and the understandably disgruntled owners of the boats, which reportedly ended with one damaged boat being dragged out of the marina and having it's anchor dropped with the threat of further mafia repercussions! Luckily, there were no such dramas this winter and Odyssee was in perfect condition when we returned!

      Having decided last year that our seacocks (valves that can be closed to prevent water entering the boat should any of the hoses to or from sinks, toilets or the engine split) were in desperate need of replacement (they were the originals from 1984 and eight out of eleven were seized open!) we had a few days to have a sort out before the boat got lifted.

      One of the most important jobs we needed to do was to get the sails rigged back up. This requires almost windless conditions as when held in a static position in the marina, the boat can't move with the wind, meaning even the smallest amount of breeze can fill the sail making it near impossible to hoist. The wind was more than forecast all day and having struggled to hoist the genoa just after dinner we decided to wait for even stiller conditions to re-rig the main. These conditions arrived at 11pm, so with a head torch and the light of a full moon we set about hoisting the main, putting the batons back in and re-attaching the reefing lines. A little unconventional perhaps but so much easier than in the breeze of the day!

      Over the winter we had also decided to take the covers for the v-berth mattresses home to use as a template so I could make replacement covers for them. As much as we did enjoy the original 80s tangerine velour, these had seen better days and had a tear that got worse every time we went on them. Luckily, the new covers fit pretty well so I shall add reupholsterer to my boating CV!

      Sam and I have also, with uncanny but entirely accidental accuracy, managed to be in the various towns of Sicily for their main patron saint festival and Licata was no exception. Hearing cheering from the town centre we headed in to find what seemed like the entire population of the town milling around the streets. The parade was the best we'd seen, with a a stately procession in one direction made up of many of the younger population dressed as barefoot sailors, the relics of the saint in a silver casket and a marching band. After more milling around and several false starts the parade group then turns round and runs at speed back to the church, all accompanied by Benny Hill-esque music from the marching band!

      Sam and I decided to make the most of the glorious weather at this point and cycled to the neighbouring town of Palma di Montechiaro. It was a gorgeous twelve mile route along minor roads and farms tracks leading to a lovely town completely off the tourist track and all the better for it. The locals were really friendly and the food at our much needed lunch stop was delicious! The only downside was the lack of suspension on our folding bikes as some of the tracks were absolute bone-shakers!

      Having been told by Elia (the man organising our boat repairs) that our boat would most likely be lifted on Tuesday due to a slight delay with the previous boat it was with some surprise that we got a text from him on Monday morning to say he'd moved a few things around and would be with us in half an hour to take the boat round to the yard! After a speed sort out we were on our way to the other side of the marina for our first ever lift out. All seemed to go smoothly and just like that Odyssee was up in the air and out of the water ready for work to begin! Elia's team didn't hang about and by then end of the second day had managed to remove all of the seacocks (some with a lot more persuasion than others!) and clean up our hull and propeller ready for another coat of anti-foul (this stops too much sealife growing on the boat, which can slow her down and cause problems if left unattended).

      As with all things boat, the work took a little longer than originally planned but Sam and I were able to rent a small apartment in the marina complex and luckily met some great people who kept us company while we waited for Odyssee to be sea-worthy again. On the day of the Coronation we spotted a beautifully decorated boat on the neighbouring pontoon and couldn't resist going over to compliment the owners. It belonged to Denis and Zina, a lovely couple from Folkestone, who split their time between there and their boat Electra II. They were brilliant company, and told us many great anecdotes and priceless bits of advice from their years of sailing the Med, as well as joining us for several meals and "happy hour" drinks in the marina. They also solved the mystery of the caravan that appeared to have been set up on the breakwater entirely for the comfort of the local feral cat community. Apparently it was originally put there for someone to monitor the fish farm in the marina entrance and it was only later that the cats commandeered it (supposedly with similar intentions)!

      Eventually Odyssee was ready to splash back into the water and with our breath held, and much running backwards and forwards between the seacocks to check for leaks, she was lowered back in and found to be watertight! Now all we needed was our outboard engine for the dinghy back. Despite us having given it to Elia's mechanic in September and having made daily requests to have it back since we'd come back, it still hadn't been returned to us two days prior to our planned departure from Licata. Elia's repeated assertions that "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, it's sorted, I'll bring it tomorrow" (we naturally distrusted anyone who uses that many yeses in succession!) did nothing to reassure us. Rightly so it turns out, as he informed us that mechanic had tested it again and found it didn't run well at high revs (the precise problem we'd asked him to fix)! So the mechanic was given one more day to try and fix it and in the true dictionary definition of what we have come to call "Italian time" it was eventually returned at 9pm the night before we planned to set sail!

      So having bid our friends in Licata goodbye and with seacocks in full working order, sails rigged up and a supposedly functional outboard we set off in beautiful sailing conditions in the one day weather window to get to Marina di Ragusa further East on the Sicilian South Coast.
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    • Tag 21

      Torre di Manfria

      2. Februar in Italien ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C

      Today is Friday, so I'm free 😍.

      Since I have never been able to walk east to the very end of the beach during my lunch break, I used today to do so. I was told there is a tower behind the corner. So I walked to the end of the beach and put on my sneakers there.

      This is necessary because the cliffs there extend into deep water, so you have to climb over it. The cliffs have sharp edges, so flip-flops are not the best choice.

      Behind the cliffs is the Crystal beach. The name comes from the rocks that surround it on the coast, which are made of crystals. Unfortunately you can't get directly to the Torre, it's too impassable. So I walked over the crystal rocks up to the road and then from there to the Torre - il Torre di Manfria.

      To protect the coastal towns of Sicily from constant attacks by both enemies and African pirates, the Spanish government decided to erect a series of towers for defensive purposes, arranged on the coast in such a way as to constitute a strategic surveillance system. military.

      The high level of communication and connection made it possible to report any dangers and spread the news of impending incursions across the entire island.

      The Torre di Manfria was part of the warning system of the Coastal Towers of Sicily, built following the instructions of the Florentine architect Camillo Camilliani.

      It stands on a hill overlooking the hamlet and is visible from all over the Gulf of Gela. It is currently privately owned and is in a reasonable state of conservation, except for the terrace which has some sections of the cornice now in ruins. It should be noted that it is one of the largest Camillian towers, it is in fact approximately 15 meters high with a base of approximately 12,5 metres.

      The tower itself is no big deal but the hike along the beach and over the crystal rocks rock 😂🤪🥰
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