I think I've eaten so many spinach arancini... at this point I could probably become a critic. The bad ones? Sure, I still eat them... but then I get irritated with myself for having ruined a perfectly good meal opportunity on something a bit ick. The Arancini of Palermo But the good ones? Man . l have to physically tear myself away... to prevent me just staying there and eating one right after another... I've taken this strange pride in tracking them down too... pinpointing

The other day, I took a tour up to some of the ancient ruins of Sicily and to a medieval town called Erice… and I will get to that part later, I promise. But first, I need to talk about the conversation that unfolded in the van on the way there. I was riding with three ladies from Houston, Texas... very thick accents, very kind, kinda quirky. Sicilian Street Art BUT... When I mentioned that I loved Palermo because of all its brilliant street art, one of the ladies shot me a

I left Ragusa early to catch my bus to Catania... again ... where I’d have to transfer to a train that would take me all the way up to the northwestern area of Sicily, Palermo. It was going to be a very long day. Ragusa For once, I actually felt confident about my bus from Ragusa. There was actually a bus station... AND a man at the ticket desk who specifically told me where to go, where the bus would be arriving, when to get on, and when it would leave. Phewf! What a refre