So I spent last weekend in Cefalù and it was lovely. Words to come next week, but in the meantime here are some pictures. Enjoy!
The Ferrovia Circumetnea train pulls into the station at Catania Borgo and a surprising number of people spill out, given that it’s only 9.30 in the morning and, depending on where they’ve come from, they could have travelled anything up … Continue reading
I left Sicily just before Easter, when there were stalls on every corner selling plaited palm fronds ready for Palm Sunday. At first I was sad to be missing Easter in Italy – it’s much more of a big deal … Continue reading
When you read this I’ll be on a train on my way to Paris. Ah, the wonders of scheduled posting! In honour of this, here’s a previously unpublished story of another Parisian night back in August. It won’t be as … Continue reading
The below account of what happened on 27 November 2011 was originally published on my now defunct Cowbird profile. At the time I needed to write about it, but didn’t want to rehash the details a million times with everyone … Continue reading
There’s a burst of Portuguese behind my left shoulder. I turn with a regretful smile ready on my face and shake my head, shrugging an apology for my lack of understanding. The old man behind me grins, crinkling his weathered … Continue reading
I’ve been playing with Tripline, a new site that maps your journeys. You have the option to add commentary, music, photos – whatever you want, really. Lots of fun! So here’s my journey from Sicily to Somerset, with music, map … Continue reading
Bright pink flowers spill down the wall onto a whitewashed deck. At night it’s a bar, but this afternoon it’s just another of Ortigia’s many beautiful courtyards. They’re hidden around every corner. Sometimes there are dogs in them, sometimes cats, … Continue reading
I’m standing at the top of a belltower looking into a TV camera and speaking into a microphone about flowers. In Italian. This is one of the more bizarre experiences of my three years in Italy. I’m at Infiorata di … Continue reading
“So it’s becoming obvious why your grandparents left here, Maryann,” I muse out loud. We’ve been to Borgetto twice in the past two days, and both days we’ve climbed our way to the top of the mountain, into the heart … Continue reading
