"you gotta no rules here"
Trip Start Jan 11, 2011
24Trip End May 25, 2011
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Thirty minutes after we took off from Rome, we started to see mountainous Sicily. The sea surrounding the island was so blue that it seemed unrealistic. Within ten minutes, we landed. Santa and Domenico picked us up from the airport and we settled in at their house for the remainder of our trip.
The first word I heard when we got to the house was, "Mangia." Liz, knowing just a little Italian, knew exactly what this word meant
Every day we were about 20 people, laughing, crying and eating together. The family was always over at Santa's because we only stayed for three days; they wanted to spend as much time as possible with us but I think they wanted to feed us as much as they could before we left. When we were all together everyone would be screaming, yelling, and laughing. Liz and I had little to no idea what was really going on, so we just laughed when everyone else was laughing. It is pretty humorous to listen to a bunch of Italians yelling at each other because one minute they would be swinging their hands everywhere, voices would be getting louder and then within a few seconds, everyone would be laughing, eating, and kissing each other
Every morning I would wake up to the smell of onions and garlic. Zia Nina would start cooking lunch at 6 in the morning...everyday! The whole house would smell so good that my mouth would start to water. Not only were we waking up to these spectacular aromas but cornettos and different little desserts would be set out on the table.
In Sicily and Italy, it is common to have something sweet for breakfast with an espresso. Every morning we woke up to some kind of cornetto, which is a sugar coated croissant with either a chocolate, Nutella, or jelly filling. I consider them to be a dessert because they are so sweet. We had dessert for breakfast, desserts for a snack, dessert after lunch, and dessert for an optional late night snack.
At night, we all went out together. Our last night in Porticello, we took five cars into the city of Palermo. When we got there my mom said we looked like we were in some sort of procession because we were so many people all walking together down the sidewalks of Palermo. Twenty short, dark haired Italians walking together--then there was me. The only tall, blonde in heals, walking with the group. We saw two famous theaters in Palermo. One was in the last scene of the Godfather
On Saturday, we flew back to Rome with not so easy, Easyjet. We found ourselves cramming each and every piece of clothing anywhere we could. I think I had just as many clothes smashed in my purse, as I did in my luggage. Similar to my first trip to Sicily, we left with an unbelievable amount of gifts. We had pasta, sauce, espresso, cans of tuna. You name, we had it, and somehow managed to smash it somewhere in our luggage.
We made it back to Rome with all of our luggage plus four more bags that I had stored since I had moved out of my apartment. After all of the traveling I did over the semester, I thought I had gotten good at packing lightly... I guess not. ...maybe this means I need see a few more countries and get some more experience!!