There were no boat rides that day at Blue Grotto as the sea was too rough, but the view was nevertheless magnificent.
Valletta, the capital of Malta, as seen from St Julian’s.
6:15am: From the balcony of my Airbnb bedroom. I called shotgun on this room for a reason.
A typical morning at Sapienza, our favourite panetteria in Catania.
Roman ruins in Catania, the Anfiteatro Romano (Roman Amphitheatre).
We sought shelter from the sun in this beautiful garden named Giardino Bellini.
You’d be hard pressed to find an alley in Italy without a scooter parked in it.
Along the seafront.
The Teatro Greco (Greek Amphitheatre) of Siracusa, which was cut directly into the rock!
The breathtaking sight from halfway to Mt Etna.
The north-east crater of Mt Etna erupted no fewer than eight times while we were climbing and three more times while we were up there.
Ladybirds love volcanic rocks.
The aftermath: My hiking shoes the next morning. I almost wiped that dust but decided to leave it alone. I’d earned it!
The Teatro Greco of Taormina. The background, oh, the background.
An Italian man talking with his hand.
I was very drawn to this fabulous doorknob. I mean look at it! And I inadvertently took a selfie. Ciao!