Close your eyes. I’m taking you on a journey.
Oh wait! This is a blog, a visual medium. Better keep your eyes open.
Destination? A Mediterranean island.
Forget the indignities of low-cost airlines: we’re there already! This is Trapani in Sicily.
We pick up our rental car at the airport, a Fiat 500, a fine example of Italian engineering. (Cough, cough – that’s enough sarcasm for the day.)
The roads are not so bad, are they? Not in the same league as Germany’s, but they’ll do.
And here we are! In the pretty seaside village of Scopello. Let’s visit some picturesque beaches with crystal, clear waters. Let’s swim with the fishes.
Hope you’ve packed your beach shoes because there’s no sand here (or shells – which is odd). The seashore is all pebbles.
I don’t know about you, but I can live with the pebbles when I’m surrounded by lusciously scented Mediterranean vegetation. Inhale deeply. Are your olfactory senses not swooning? Mine most certainly are.
OK, now it’s time to get into the Fiat 500 and visit some nearby towns: Golfo di Castellammare, San Vito lo Capo and Trapani itself.
We are definitely not in Kansas anymore (or Northern Italy, either). There’s a mix of decay, ruin and antiquity, but there are smartened up bits, too, where tourists may be prised of their euros.
My question is this: do people really live in these places? And if so, how?
Now it’s time to pop over to the island of Favignana where we rent a bicycle for the day. Map in hand, we cycle round to various beaches.
At every stop the water is an alluring colour. It’s fresh and invigorating, too. (Don’t worry, I am slathered in 50+ suncream and I re-apply at regular intervals. I refuse to let myself get sunburnt.)
Before leaving the island, let’s stop at an outdoor cafè for a coffee-flavoured ice-cream. Mmm – that really hit the spot.
I haven’t mentioned the other gastronomic delights of this pocket of Sicily yet. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed, but that will have to wait until another day!
You are free now to drift back to wherever it was you came from. Me? I’m not quite ready to go back, yet.