The little town my mother’s ancestors are from.
We are off to our homeland–Sicily– today to reconnect with our roots.
My doctor insists that my wonky ear drum will not blow out on the flights and I chose to believe her.
It’s going to be a super-fun trip!
When we land in Catania we’ll meet up with my gay husband, another longtime mutual friend and eight other stalwart travelers and begin two weeks of chocolate tasting, harvesting wine grapes and visiting temples.
Our homes away from home will be the estates of various Sicilian magnates, we’re told. And we have plenty of free time to explore on our own.
Gay husband has arranged for us to rent a 65-foot luxury catamaran to cruise the Ionian (I think) all Friday afternoon.
We’re stoked that we’ll have our friend(s) on the trip and know that we’ll be reliving our experiences over dinners for years to come.
A Sicilian genealogist is meeting us in Palermo, our last stop, and we’ve got some adventures planned for the last few days on our own. Including a meet-up with my mother’s family.
It’s been almost 25 years since I visited Sicily and met some of my mother’s relatives. That was a super-powerful trip and I hope this one is as meaningful.
And then there’s this:
Cannoli are not just symbols of our heritage but my favorite dessert. Cannoli in Sicily? My mouth is watering already!
If you’ve been reading along on other trips of mine you know that I try to blog every day from my trip, posting photos and experiences. Sometimes that’s possible and sometimes not, because I want to be in the moment, not in the writing.
(Or that’s what I say, anyway. I am a writer, so maybe that’s not so true.)
But no worries; you’ll hear all about Sicily at some point.
While I’m gone, I have some fun guest posts, as well. How about a post –with photos–from someone who went to NYC Fashion Week? Or one from a guy friend about relationships? A friend is sharing a provocative opinion about web privacy and my nephew wants to show how philosophy relates to our every day life. And, a poetess gives us a lovely autumn thought.
I’ll be watching Comments but might not respond every time. But I hope you’ll keep visiting.