Above: The castle at Acicastello and our overnight train car.We had a characteristically Sicilian moment on the way to dinner with Simona's family on Tuesday night. As we helped Simona's grandmother across the street (her hip was broken during a recent violent mugging, perhaps another Sicilian moment we do not wish on anyone), an approaching vehicle nearly ran us down. The car was running a red light. When we gestured for it to not kill us, the driver responded with a string of Sicilian dialect curses and angry gestures. To which Simona's uncle replied in turn, in preverbal rage.
As must be inferred in the remaining posts from our Italian vacation, the food was outstanding. Simona demands that recognition be afforded to the exquisite sorbet she consumed in the piazza in front of the castle in Aci Castello (pictures to follow, after we figure out the whole "technology" thing). It was berry flavored and made that morning by the bar owner's husband, with only berries, lemon, and sugar, we were assured. We loused about eating other good food (shout out to Simona's grandmother, the talented, but curmudgeony, chef) and swimming in the sea, until we exited just as pleasantly in our own private couchette in the overnight train.
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