Days blend when you cross multiple time zones. All I know is that I left Kerrville at about 7:00 a.m. Saturday morning, and it's now almost 9:00 p.m. Sunday evening here in Castellammare del Golfo.
Add in a couple, at most, hours of fitful sleep, and I am definitely running on wine vapors and giddiness at being on the northern Sicilian coast! The craggy mountions lay dusted in ruddy red as they overlook a Mediterrian sea as blue as your wildest dreams could conjure. The sleepy little harbor town of Castellammare offers views almost too fine to tuck away, numerous restaurants touting the freshest of sea fare, and uphill sidewalks that give someone who thought she was pretty durn fit a huffing and puffing worth pausing to take in a vista of two whilst catching escaping breath.
Our journey here, however, offered not much beyond the modern wonder of air travel, effectively taking one from pre-dawn San Antonio to Atlanta to pre-dusk Palermo in less than 24 hours. Pretty remarkable. And what a remarkable little town we found ourselves in...
We spent the remainder of the afternoon and evening after our arrival enjoying the delightful sights along the harbor and waterfront of Castellammare del Golfo, an ancient Arab stronghold that served as a major port to the once large trade center in Segesta, located slightly inland to the south. We're nestled into a lovely little hotel, the Cala Marina, that is perched right at the harbor - and yes, the views are incredible!
Castellammare was also once a major center for tuna fishing, and still delights its residents and visitors with some of the freshest seafood to be found. We enjoyed a bit of it with our evening meal of spaghetti in a rich tomato sauce decorated with fresh mussels, clams, and squid, Mighty fine and delish it was!!
Enjoy a few photos from the first moments here in Castellammare del Golfo....
Paula A. Reynolds
Lover of travel and life's many other blessings!