|Some of my favourite people all in one photo! :)|
|BABBI is a must visit! Cannot recommend enough! :)|
|Large cone with three huge scoops of hazelnut gelato!|
|Okay, so I might have had this too...|
It's no wonder I have no visible jaw line.
Anyway, after our mid morning gelato power up, we headed for town!
|The Fun Train zooms past the beautiful Sicilian garbage..!|
We then made our way towards a small park that we'd never had the chance to step foot in...
|Got photobombed by a woman who wouldn't stop selling her stuff :P|
|Headless statue of a Roman emperor|
|I promise I don't like Harry Styles. Taken for a friend!|
|Reliving my childhood in a Sicilian park!|
As it was our last day in Sicily, the topic of souvenirs came up. We decided to go back to 'Verona and Bonvegna', a Pasticceria which we'd visited on our second day in Catania. The pastries that we'd bought on day 2 had actually been forgotten about until last night - at which point we ate a few and unwillingly threw away the cannolis :(
Our plan was to pack up at the hotel and check out, so that we would be ready to set off for the airport once we got back from the shop. Unfortunately (for Jo and I), we got back to town to find the mini model exhibition from earlier had now disappeared, and in its place were rows and rows of racing cars!
The guys were so into it, we got bored and found a place to sit under the elephant statue. It was another half an hour before the boys decided they'd had enough fun and came back to find us. But not before a man selling stress balls (read: flour filled balloons) tried to sell to us for about 5 minutes. The faces and models he made with the stress balls were actually pretty cool, but I was not about to fork out for something I couldn't bring back to the UK (or actually use).
|Okay, so this one was cool!|
We were running short on time at this point, so we quickly made our way back to the hotel, did some super-fast packing, checked out, stowed our luggage under a table in the hotel lounge(?!!), before heading out. By this point, the weather had changed and it got windy and cold. We had to go back and get something warmer to wear...
And lucky we did, because about 10 minutes after we'd left the hotel, the skies went grey and the heavens opened... it even began thundering. The flashes of lightning were the scariest - the huge bolts like open wounds, flashing across the murky grey skies...
But we were on a mission. So we made it. We were totally drenched, but we made it.
I don't know if I mentioned this before, but the staff in Verona and Bonvegna didn't actually speak any English. Kin was the first to pick out the pastries he wanted, and he charmed the lady with his cute attempts at speaking Italian. She mimed out the tray flying on a plane (total skill!) and suggested that the cannolis would not be any good after the flight.. so Kin chose the dry pastries. Still yummy, but it was sad that we couldn't bring back the cannolis, as their cannolis are supposed to be the best in Catania!
After Kin, it was my turn. Unfortunately, I am not the most talkative or confident of people, so my take on picking out pastries was to literally just point and hold my hand up to display how many I wanted. I guess my lack of trying to speak Italian pissed the lady off, as you could physically tell that she was vexed!
Anyway, once we'd got our packages for family and work colleagues, we decided to get some to have at the airport. We picked out some fruit tarts, pastries, and two cannolis to replace the ones we never got to try!
Once everything was wrapped and paid for, we caught a taxi back to the hotel to pick up our luggage, and asked the taxi driver to wait for us. Some of us didn't want to have to walk through the wet streets and catch the bus to the airport, so this seemed the best option despite the cost.
Before long, we arrived cold and damp at the airport. Going through security and bag checks, Kin was taken to one side and asked "you have stone?!"... turned out the large pieces of volcanic rock from Mount Etna that Kin had picked out for his Mum were forbidden... at a fee of about £30 to put them in the cabin, Kin gave up the stone and we set off to find some food for dinner!
We settled for two types of arancini. Arancini are basically rice balls that have been covered in breadcrumbs and deep fried. They usually contain ragu (meat sauce), vegetables, and plenty of mozzarella cheese.
|Ragu (meat sauce) arancini|
Kin had wanted to try these during our trip, but we had never come across a restaurant or street stall that sold them, so when we saw these at the airport, we paid the extortionate price typical of airports, and nommed our way right through these two little goodies.
This wasn't the last bit of food we had in Sicily. Whilst waiting at the gates, we brought out the pastries we'd bought earlier, and Kin and I finally got to try the famous cannolis. It was the best and worst move ever, because they were amazing, but we'd only bought two and would never get to have them again unless we came back...
I guess that's the true joy of venturing to new countries and delving into their food and culture. You find the most awesome things; mostly things that you just want more of - but these are standard foods and experiences in the country that you're visiting. To them, that amazing calamari you just had is nothing out of ordinary. It's boring. What they really want is to try a full English breakfast instead, and to walk along South Bank. To see Big Ben. To sit on the London Eye. Everything that you take for granted. That's what fascinates me about travelling. The traditions, cultures, and food of every country, or even every state/county/neighbourhood could be different. You just have to go out there and experience it for yourself. What you find normal and boring could bring new perspectives and life experience to someone else.
Compared to some, I haven't travelled much, but compared to others, it seems like I have travelled the world. Either way, every new place I visit, whether country or even just a new area in London, always lends me a fresh insight into how other people live and how that compares with my own life.
I hope that I am lucky enough to never stop travelling. That I will be lucky enough to continue to delve into the nooks and crannies of every country, and to better myself along the way.
The world is out there for everyone. We should all experience it if we have the chance!
Thank you for coming so far with me, and I hope you've enjoyed reading about my Sicily trip as much as I've enjoyed sharing it with you! :)
PS. Although I'm not what you would call religious, if there really is a higher being out there, I pray that the passengers and crew of MH370 are found safe, healthy, and unharmed, immediately. As a person who hates flying, I genuinely cannot imagine anything worse than being tired, scared and worried on a plane, especially during a number of possible events that I personally fear may have happened. I truly hope that every single person on MH370 are found soon, and that they can be reunited with their families so that this cruel uncertainty can be banished. I also hope the authorities find the truth soon, so that if it really was the work of a sick-minded individual/group, they can take the necessary action to ensure this horrible event never happens again.