Next on my itinerary is the medieval town of
Erice. According to the guidebook, this is “a dramatically beautiful medieval
hill town”. I will have to take the book’s word for it, because the hill and
the town are so shrouded in fog that it is difficult to see anything at all.
The mist lends a mystical atmosphere to it all, but a cold and damp one. I
wander around aimlessly, letting myself get lost in the winding streets, and
admiring the patterns of the cobblestones in the narrow streets. This town is
made of thousands upon thousands of stones.
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In these past few days, I have learned to be a more
aggressive driver and parker of cars. Otherwise, I would never survive the
Sicilian traffic. There are, however, certain challenges that are insurmountable
for me. One of these is finding a spot to park the car in the town of Cefalu. I
try on three different occasions, all of which entail either turning around in
the narrowest of dead-end spaces or reversing and driving backwards in the
narrowest of streets. I try to look cool and collected as my efforts are
watched by onlookers and local drivers.
