Ever since i’ve come back from sicily, there is some part of me that is constantly thinking about the place. Plenty of physical beauty, heritage and a lot of touristy what-not exists in Europe, but suddenly a lot of phoniness takes over your Paris, Rome, London visits the minute you drive through curvy roads of Forza D’Agro. Each item on your previous sight seeing list seem hollow.

But then it will be unfair to compare big cities with tiny corners. You have to sift through a lot of experiences to find what you like in large metropolis, small towns are ready to be embraced whole. Both can move you, change you, if you let them.

It is the loneliness and empty streets and breath taking beauty that gives sicily a kind of abandoned feel, even though more than enthusiastic locals are there to take are of it, you want to do something about preserving the way it is, somehow.

It is a land that belongs to the past and constantly struggles with nature, especially the Volcano that affects the surroundings of Catania and Taormina. Mt. Etna is so scary, they treat it as a deity, a protector, like families treat their angry fathers who are generally benevolent but when they blow their lid off, they ruin everything that comes in their way.

Our few days there included the lap of Catania, Savoca, Forza D’Agro, Taormina and Siracusa. It is a perfect place to eat, think and soak in the world around you. I am definitely not done with Sicily yet, the possible trip to Palermo side of the island is another thing that never leaves my mind.

So from tomorrow begins a post series here, dedicated to the thunderbolt called Sicily