Alright kids, I'm terrible at updating, I admit it. Things have just gotten so busy (so I guess that's good, yes?) and it's getting busier. The last few days have been more than a little stressful; I've been running around getting shit done and planning all my shenanigans with everyone for the last few weeks. I haven't really talked much about how I've been viewing everything (in terms of the societal side of the places I've been) so I'll try to focus more on that. My earliest posts were a lot more involved much like my old Xanga blogs but I have so many pictures now that tell the story for me. Problem is, it only tells the whole story to me because I know it. Workin' on fixing that.
Sicilian oranges, of course.
There's a jar of cookies on the side, and a liter of water. A short amount of time into our breakfast, she'll bring us a pot of coffee to finish off, and we'll leave when we're done, taking a single blood orange each.
This place also turns out to be their home. When you walk in the front door, there's the living room and a study with a large desk. Turn right and there's a glass door/wall that contains the dining room (patio) which leades to the terrace.
Back in the home, if you turn left, the first door on the left is a pretty pink bathroom with plenty of books for reading material ;) and a large vanity. And mirrors covering every wall, including the ceiling of the shower. The rooms on the right are all guest rooms. Kat and haven stayed in the second and Sarah and I stayed in the third. Across from us is what I assume is Elenora and Signore (Giovanno?)'s bedroom.
Mirrors were all over the place, including the hallways. one side was almost entirely mirrors and the other was drowning in photographs of the old couple. The souvenirs, trinkets, and everything like such that are practically piled up everywhere can only be what I assume are a collection of things they've been given from guests or things they themselves acquired on their own travels. Every object screamed a story to be told. The walls were painted solid, (mostly bright, summery colors.
We were directed to an old-school pizzeria called Pizzeria Della Nonna (basically, Grandma's Pizzeria). Nobody there spoke English but Sarah got us by. We had literally the absolute pizza I've ever had in my life. Pizza usually doesn't really ever impress me because I've had so much of it in my life but this pizza... the cheese was perfect. There was a lot of cheese. It stayed melted, the crust was thicker than the pizza everywhere else I had it in Italy but not as thick as the States, so it was perfect. The first night, I had pesto pizza. I was surprised it didn't make me sick because there was SO much olive oil but ohhh it was so good. SO good.
They also sold pastries which only fueled my passion for baked goods. Cannoli and unknown creme filled cakes were my favs.
And for dinner one night... basically a buffet of appetizers.
We finished off our stay by walking around Catania to see its historic sites.
Goodbye, Catania. Now for the long trip home...
+Love+
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