Sicily is a green, beautiful and very large island covered in
vineyards. Pink and orange houses were dotted amid the lush green olive groves
and a translucent sea evaporated into the turquoise glow of the Mediterranean
sky in warm whispers.
We stayed
in the hills just behind the old town of Cefulo,
in an artistic villa with a wide sheltered veranda with panoramic views of the
very blue sea. The house is full of many coloured quirky nic nacs – dangling
colour beads and shells, fancy large plastic bowl.
I hoped I’d
find peace here, or new treasures perhaps. Travel and holidays for me are a
chance for free creative thought and writing.
The last
evening the waves took up, leaving a brilliant turquoise wash and soft luminous
light as we walked the long shorelines. I read too (recommend Beautiful
Ruins)