The town of Calamonaci was founded at the end of the sixteenth century with the inhabitants of the New Land granted with an act of 1574 from Charles of Aragon to the Baron de Termini in 1582. A relatively recent town even if the origin of the name Calamonaci comes Read more…
A light drizzle fell on the windows of the car. Suddenly the flash of lightning and the rumble of thunder startled me. The rain was turning into a storm and I thought it prudent to spend the night in one of the villages in the valley. I don’t know why Read more…
I was born in Cattolica Eraclea, I don’t even want to think how long ago. But not long because time flew in minutes. At least so it seems to me. I don’t live far away even though I have travelled all my life. In the end a woman has to Read more…
How many memories of my childhood are linked to the village of Cattolica Eraclea! I lived there as a child and many of my memories are associated with the aromas of home cooking. What unforgettable moments, an intoxicating scent that if I close my eyes I can still smell. The Read more…
When I got the news that my family and I would soon have to embark on a journey, I began to ask a thousand questions as only children discovering the world can do. They said it was a surprise, but with my usual insistent behaviour I finally managed to discover Read more…
Come Enzo, I’ll wait for you! So, my dear Rocco, you called me on a happy Sunday to invite me to a very special stay in Menfi! I knew that in Menfi I would find so much to enjoy and taste. But I would never have imagined such hospitable and Read more…
The Sicilian dialect and the Italian language originated from medieval Latin. The Sicilian is the first that expressed itself as an art form. One of the doors of the cathedral of Monreale, the one signed by Bonanno Pisano (1186), is divided into forty-two squares (panels) that reproduce biblical scenes accompanied Read more…
It is a cool afternoon in early August. Sitting in front of my pc, I’m looking for an idea to organize a new tour itinerary to fill a day in Burgio for the next day, by a group of Trapani. As I look at the urban map with its narrow, Read more…
I slowed the car down, lowered the window and breathed in the fresh morning air. Despite maintaining a slow pace, I had the impression of having arrived immediately at the Elms of the Dragonara. I loved that place where the branches of centuries-old trees, from spring to late autumn, intersect Read more…
My little village? A precious jewel nestled between rocks and green hills that look like vigilant eyes, a protection for the town. Cattolica Eraclea, once known as Minoa Eraclea. Our rocky hills have a scent and tell of other cultures, of ancient peoples. Many archaeological finds kept as jewels in Read more…
