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looooong overdue...sicily
What did you do in Sicily? Where did you go? Ah, questions. 1. Ate and be surrounded by beauty. 2. Trapani, Marsala, and Eriche. Where are those places? Ask RyanAir, which flies to Trapani. My friend Sarah called me about two months ago, saying, I found an amazing deal on a flight for the long weekend. Where to? Trapani...where is Trapani? It's located on the western coast of Sicily, about two hours west of Palermo. It's more of an industrial fishing town, rather than a tourist destination. Especially in the winter. We were turning heads, based only on the fact that we were not Italian and had somehow managed to get there. It was raining when we got there, so everything was cloudy. Did I mention it was dark, and we had the world's worst map? Luckily, a nice Italian man was willing to gesture us in the right direction, to another Italian who didn't speak English, but at least he was a police officer. After confusing us with Eastern European sex workers and witnessing 
some sketchy dealings (can you say Mafia?), he helped us find our way, and we got to our, ehem, very romantic hostal. Since we got there late and this is a small town, we went to a pretty touristy place, but of course had a lovely conversation and ended up getting some free fried pizza dough filled with ricotta. FOR FREE. Overall, great day. The next morning, we ate some pizza bread for breakfast (are you seeing the theme??), and headed to Marsala. As in, Marsala wine. And yes, we had some. And some incredible pasta, homemade, with sausage and deliciousness. Oh my. All this decadence called for a walk, all around the town and near the Mediterranean, which has never looked better. On our third day, we ended up going to Eriche, a touristy, but incredibly beautiful town in the mountains (or on top of a hill? It's difficult to say). We really just soaked up the beauty of place...and had a pastry war, between two rival shops. W
e were the winners, really. The prize was an upset stomach, and much moaning about being gluttons. A little forethought says that eating four (ok, six) pastries between two people is not a good idea. Clearly not a part of our vacation equation. After resting up, we ventured out for a light meal, and the next day, we went back to Madrid. But not before grabbing some gelato. Damn straight.
What did you do in Sicily? Where did you go? Ah, questions. 1. Ate and be surrounded by beauty. 2. Trapani, Marsala, and Eriche. Where are those places? Ask RyanAir, which flies to Trapani. My friend Sarah called me about two months ago, saying, I found an amazing deal on a flight for the long weekend. Where to? Trapani...where is Trapani? It's located on the western coast of Sicily, about two hours west of Palermo. It's more of an industrial fishing town, rather than a tourist destination. Especially in the winter. We were turning heads, based only on the fact that we were not Italian and had somehow managed to get there. It was raining when we got there, so everything was cloudy. Did I mention it was dark, and we had the world's worst map? Luckily, a nice Italian man was willing to gesture us in the right direction, to another Italian who didn't speak English, but at least he was a police officer. After confusing us with Eastern European sex workers and witnessing 
some sketchy dealings (can you say Mafia?), he helped us find our way, and we got to our, ehem, very romantic hostal. Since we got there late and this is a small town, we went to a pretty touristy place, but of course had a lovely conversation and ended up getting some free fried pizza dough filled with ricotta. FOR FREE. Overall, great day. The next morning, we ate some pizza bread for breakfast (are you seeing the theme??), and headed to Marsala. As in, Marsala wine. And yes, we had some. And some incredible pasta, homemade, with sausage and deliciousness. Oh my. All this decadence called for a walk, all around the town and near the Mediterranean, which has never looked better. On our third day, we ended up going to Eriche, a touristy, but incredibly beautiful town in the mountains (or on top of a hill? It's difficult to say). We really just soaked up the beauty of place...and had a pastry war, between two rival shops. W
e were the winners, really. The prize was an upset stomach, and much moaning about being gluttons. A little forethought says that eating four (ok, six) pastries between two people is not a good idea. Clearly not a part of our vacation equation. After resting up, we ventured out for a light meal, and the next day, we went back to Madrid. But not before grabbing some gelato. Damn straight.
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