This past weekend my roomate Tina and I went to Palermo Sicily. We had an awesome experience.
We flew, so we got up early in the morning and took the train to Pisa, where we caught our flight. We met some other Americans, from Minnesota in Fact, but they were only interested in drinking in Madrid, so we didn't talk to them much.
On the second train to the Aeroporta we were stuck with some Americans who though they were going to miss their flight to Barcelona. They complained loudly the whole train ride that they were going to miss their flight. It was embarrassing. Then off the train, they literally ran--checked in--ran up the escalator, realized they were going the wrong direction, ran down. One girl slipped and fell face first into the ground.... A group of Italians thought this was quite funny. Seriously obnoxious.
Which leads me to be embarassed to be an American student. There are so many horrible students here who get drunk and think this is some sort of holiday. Some of us are here to learn and it makes us all look bad. After the great flood in Florence, students who helped save works of art and books from the library were refered to as Mud Angels. But not anymore.
Every day I go to the market, I use the little Italian that I know--to order my food, converse with locals, etc. It never fails that the other Americans there say things like "Ummmm can I have that big loaf of bread?" and then try to pay with a card.
Anyway. That was a bit of a tangent. Back to Sicily.
We arrived and took a taxi to our B&B. It was in an apartment buiilding and was a really nice facility.
Our hosts, Romeo and Naomi, didn't speak much English, but we still communicated well.
Outside, the traffic is nuts! Worse than Rome. Motorcycles and Mopeds on the wrong side of the road, honking all the time, people running in and out of traffic, wild dogs roaming the streets. INSANE.
We ddid a few things that first day, including the Modern Sicilian Art Museum (19th and 20th Century), the Quattro Canti (Four fountains in the city center), the Cathedral and then had supper at a nice restraunt where we tried Sicilian Dishes.
We had: Meatballs made of Sardines, a dish with Eggplant, olives and anchovies, a broccoli spaghetti and a nero spaghetti. All with strange flavours and interesting textures. A very awesome experience. The owner didnt speak English at all, so he opened up google translate to try and speak with us. :)
Speaking of English, most people there didn't. At all. Tina and I, however, did well with what little we knew.
We went to bed early that night and got up the next morning early for breakfast. This is where we met Cosmo. He lives in Como, in Northern Italy. He spoke a little English and a little German, so communication was easier for the three of us. He invited us to come and visit him the second morning at our Bed and Breakfast.
We had a big day planned so we headed out into the city. We stared at the Regional Sicilian Art Gallery. Where we saw some really fantastic works of art. Including a few things by Vasari. We then went to the Archeological Museum and spent time looking at artifacts from ancient times. Very cool.
Finally we faced our fears and hopped on the bus to go to Moreale. The bus made its way up the mountain and the view was incredible. The Cathedral wasn't opened yet, so we spent time exploring the city. We were harrassed by a begger there which was annoying but we managed to keep our distance from her.
Our lunch consisted of two oranges and about 20 strawberries. All for under 3 Euro. A beautiful treat. We sat under the sun and ate fresh fruit.
The church opened and it is unlike anything I have ever seen. Every inch was mosaic. The walls, the floor, everything. Depicting stories from the Bible. Nearly everything imaginable. After spending some time in the church we climbed up to the bell tower. Where we saw the most beautiful view of the surrounding mountains and the Palermo bay. It was stunning.
We returned home and explored a little more and had a nice dinner. We were tired, so we went to bed early again.
Got up early Sunday morning and went to a few churches and then to the Capella Palatina. Yet another beautiful site to see.
We found the bus to the airport and hung out there till our flight home.
The experience was something I will never forget. We met a woman from Texas, who was Italian born who said everyone treated her very poorly. Tina and I didn't even run into anyone who was rude to us. No one spoke English, and they would come up to us and speak Italian, but no one was rude and we did our best to communicate. The dialect is very different there.
I would go back if I had the chance, it was a wonderful experience and I think Tina would agree.