Images: View from our Montesole Patio (Note Etna in the Background!); Our House, Montesole, Viewed from our Walk; SL on our Walk
What a week! We still have not found a working “Internet Point” so I don't know when you might read this....
We have our luggage! We have our phone working, we have conquered the mountain (touch wood), and we are on intimate terms with every telephone store within a 20km radius.
Last night we went to Trattoria a Casitta for dinner, deciding to tackle the mountain road at night in the fog.
No menu. No prices. We just basically ate what they brought us, and it was delicioso! We told them we wanted to to share one dinner (antipasti, primo piatto, secondo piatto, contorno, insalata, dolci) – don't think they got that part.
We started with bruschetta, and soon moved on to the antipasti – many of them! Anchovies with a lemon and oil dressing; caprese insalata - mozzarella cheese, tomatoes and basil; mixed seafood salad with octopus, mussles, shrimp; - scrod with tomatoes and lettuce; fried cheese and mushrooms; (why do all the vegetables want to hang out with the mushroom? Cause he's such a funghi!), THEN they bring two whole plates of fish and meat. Needless to say, we couldn't begin to finish everything.
This was accompanied with vino della casa – again, we didn't have much choice as the owner was so proud of his wine – he made it himself!
Everyday, we go for a walk and do our exercises. (Lisa, you will be happy to hear that I got the rubber exercise bands before we left) I am not sure if we are winning, but we might be holding off the very determined siege against our waistlines.
It is incredible to walk under the gaze of Etna. She is truly majestic. I am not just saying this in case her temper erupts (as it did in 2002) and covers us in molten lava. Our mountain path takes us up and around our peak.
Now that I have my guitar, I have been playing and writing. As fascinated as I am by Etna, I have chosen to write a song about her. Each day, I get up early to see what she is wearing – her dark stole, her white cotton shawl, or nothing at all. She is beautiful.
Oh, Etna, do you really care?
When you wake up in the night and wonder what you're going to wear, tomorrow.
Oh Etna, you don't know how much I care.
And tomorrow when I look at you,
I hope to see you standing there,
With your shoulders bare.
Tonight, SL made a terrific meal right here in our tiny mountain cabin – fish with lemon, parsley and basil; artichokes, and stuffed tomatoes.
Tomorrow, we are off in search of Sicily's best pizza!
We have our luggage! We have our phone working, we have conquered the mountain (touch wood), and we are on intimate terms with every telephone store within a 20km radius.
Last night we went to Trattoria a Casitta for dinner, deciding to tackle the mountain road at night in the fog.
No menu. No prices. We just basically ate what they brought us, and it was delicioso! We told them we wanted to to share one dinner (antipasti, primo piatto, secondo piatto, contorno, insalata, dolci) – don't think they got that part.
We started with bruschetta, and soon moved on to the antipasti – many of them! Anchovies with a lemon and oil dressing; caprese insalata - mozzarella cheese, tomatoes and basil; mixed seafood salad with octopus, mussles, shrimp; - scrod with tomatoes and lettuce; fried cheese and mushrooms; (why do all the vegetables want to hang out with the mushroom? Cause he's such a funghi!), THEN they bring two whole plates of fish and meat. Needless to say, we couldn't begin to finish everything.
This was accompanied with vino della casa – again, we didn't have much choice as the owner was so proud of his wine – he made it himself!
Everyday, we go for a walk and do our exercises. (Lisa, you will be happy to hear that I got the rubber exercise bands before we left) I am not sure if we are winning, but we might be holding off the very determined siege against our waistlines.
It is incredible to walk under the gaze of Etna. She is truly majestic. I am not just saying this in case her temper erupts (as it did in 2002) and covers us in molten lava. Our mountain path takes us up and around our peak.
Now that I have my guitar, I have been playing and writing. As fascinated as I am by Etna, I have chosen to write a song about her. Each day, I get up early to see what she is wearing – her dark stole, her white cotton shawl, or nothing at all. She is beautiful.
Oh, Etna, do you really care?
When you wake up in the night and wonder what you're going to wear, tomorrow.
Oh Etna, you don't know how much I care.
And tomorrow when I look at you,
I hope to see you standing there,
With your shoulders bare.
Tonight, SL made a terrific meal right here in our tiny mountain cabin – fish with lemon, parsley and basil; artichokes, and stuffed tomatoes.
Tomorrow, we are off in search of Sicily's best pizza!
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