Tuesday, 30 April in Boston

Arlington Street Church, cross the street from the Boston City Sports ,which had all its front windows blown out during the Marathon, offered people the chance to create and observe prayer flags.

Prayers for Boston & The Whole World: Write your prayers on a piece of fabric and then, please tie your prayers to the fence.  In Solidarity and In LOVE
The instructions read: Prayers for Boston & The Whole World: Write your prayers on a piece of fabric and then, please tie your prayers to the fence. In Solidarity and In LOVE

The other sheet of paper had a quote from Rumi, a Persian Sufi Poet.

Higher Than the Sky

The drive between Riposto and Mt Etna is roughly 43 kilometers (~27 miles) – not really as big as or as tall as the earth, but don’t tell Emmett (video above).  This distance is ‘as the crow flies’ only if the crow has been dipping into the local wine.  The road doubles back on itself in z’s going up the mountain.  For most of the drive, once you are on park land, you are driving  “higher than the sky” above the cloud line.   The temperature, in early April, goes from a balmy 70 F at sea level to in the 20s and snowy at the top of the mountain. Continue reading “Higher Than the Sky”

Catania

Catania, the regional capital of the homonymous providence, is the second largest city in Sicily,  and eastern Sicily’s largest industrial center. The primary center is the islands capital, Palermo.   Catania has been important setting in Sicily since the 700s CE. Not only is it the current site of the Sicilian Silicon Valley, Catania was the home to the island’s first university and a major cultural contributor during the Renaissance.  It has experienced some wear and tear with all of the travelers that have come through Sicily, and being at the base of a volcano. Continue reading “Catania”

Il Cuoco Grosse

If you’re ever on the Ionian Sea coast in Sicily, somewhere between Giarre and Taormina, stop at Ristorante Mare Kambo.

The staff there had lots of fun with my very crude Italian.  Basically, as I sat at a table after the lunch rush, they would come by, drop the food off and hang out until I had the pronunciation of each dish correct. Plus the food was fabulous, and fresh.  How fresh? Keep scrolling you’ll see. Continue reading “Il Cuoco Grosse”