Beautiful view of the Andes from Cusco In Portuguese, Peru means turkey (the bird), which in turn is peru in Portuguese. And Turkey, the country, is Turquia in Portuguese. I always found this a curious one. And before finally making it to Peru, after years of dreaming about getting there, I decided to investigate. Turkey, … Continue reading Peru: notes from the Beginning of a Journey to the Andes
Only one day left in Sicily. I had started my journey in Palermo, where the weather was for the most part overcast, touching on cold temperatures, with some rain here and there. Cefalu welcomed me with blue skies, but it only lasted for this day - my time in Taormina had been grey and wet. … Continue reading Chasing the sun to Siracusa: the End of my Sicilian Journey
I never quite expected that my first experience in an actual active volcano would be surrounded by snow. But that's what the faiths had in mind for me, even though it was already the beginning of April in Sicily. I got picked up at my hotel in Catania at 7:30am. It was Easter Sunday, the … Continue reading Climbing the Tallest Active Volcano in Europe: Etna in the snow
In the lead up to my trip to Sicily, my lower back had been bothering me. Depending on the days, the pain levels varied. I was worried it would spoil my trip, and made a promise to myself to see a doctor if the pain subsisted. I got myself some Voltarol at the airport Boots, … Continue reading Catania, the proud child of a volcano
I have been writing about how in Sicily I noticed a refusal for curating places for the eye of the outsider. Palermo, Agrigento, Cefalu and later Catania are rough around the edges, but feel real, authentic and lived. Taormina is was the exception to the rule. Known to attract those with deeper pockets, and having … Continue reading Taormina: Sicily’s Manicured Exception (and the Quirkiest Bar in Castelmola)
The Winged Bone 