Let me start with: Mafia, Cosa Nostra, the mob, Stidda... I will come back to that later.
My brother Soheil and I travelled to Sicily. I wrote already how he become a vivid reader of my blog. Now, he wants to become a contributor. The title of this post was his suggestion. He also told me what I should write, but I declined because it was not my style. When I told Soheil, he replied I don't know how to write a good post. Yeah right, a blogger with tens of reader and multiple Blogbuster awards doesn't know how to write a good post...
In one travel guide, it was recommended not to mention Mafia or other names for it when you travel through Sicily. It feels good to be able to say it again. That's the reason for the beginning of this post.
In Sicily, there were a lot of lovely narrow side streets that I photographed. Soheil used to take pictures from narrow side streets, but not anymore. He lost the eye for what's picture worthy.
On the volcano Etna, I saw fumes coming out of the top craters, but I couldn't smell any sulfur. In Palermo, the museums were expensive and uninteresting. And in Siracusa, it took sometime but than finally I could call out "Eureka, I have found an Archimedes statue". On our way back from Siracusa the bus was full. The bus driver stopped at each stop to tell the people at the stop, there is no seat available for them. At one stop a woman didn't want to wait for the next bus. She stood in front of our bus and blocked it Sicily style.
I will post in the next weeks some pictures from the travel. For now, there is only this one.
My brother Soheil and I travelled to Sicily. I wrote already how he become a vivid reader of my blog. Now, he wants to become a contributor. The title of this post was his suggestion. He also told me what I should write, but I declined because it was not my style. When I told Soheil, he replied I don't know how to write a good post. Yeah right, a blogger with tens of reader and multiple Blogbuster awards doesn't know how to write a good post...
In one travel guide, it was recommended not to mention Mafia or other names for it when you travel through Sicily. It feels good to be able to say it again. That's the reason for the beginning of this post.
In Sicily, there were a lot of lovely narrow side streets that I photographed. Soheil used to take pictures from narrow side streets, but not anymore. He lost the eye for what's picture worthy.
On the volcano Etna, I saw fumes coming out of the top craters, but I couldn't smell any sulfur. In Palermo, the museums were expensive and uninteresting. And in Siracusa, it took sometime but than finally I could call out "Eureka, I have found an Archimedes statue". On our way back from Siracusa the bus was full. The bus driver stopped at each stop to tell the people at the stop, there is no seat available for them. At one stop a woman didn't want to wait for the next bus. She stood in front of our bus and blocked it Sicily style.
I will post in the next weeks some pictures from the travel. For now, there is only this one.
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| Eureka, here he is |
