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I'm going where the sun keeps shining, through the pouring rain.
Going where the weather suits my clothes.
Banking off of the northeast winds, sailing on a summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.
Henry Nilsson


Pocketing a Piece of Sicily
After a full week, I finally left Palermo… and I really did leave a piece of my heart there. I was absolutely mesmerized by that city… and if I ever return to Sicily… it will be the first place on my list to visit. Cefalù On one of the days I was there, I took the train to Cefalù… a seaside town only an hour away. It was charming… and I enjoyed it, but I felt myself beginning to wear thin. Cefalù was lovely… smaller... and much quieter than Palermo. It was a Sunday, so more

Joanna
7 days ago8 min read


Tour Me Out
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

Joanna
Nov 2011 min read


Urban Canvas
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

Joanna
Nov 198 min read


Following Persephone
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

Joanna
Nov 187 min read


Go Pies
Now I would never call myself much of a football fan. Not at all. You can lump the NFL and the CFL into the ‘ not a football fan ’...

Joanna
May 2, 20248 min read
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