- Everything we heard about the people before traveling here turned out to be just the opposite. Sicilians are some of the nicest people in the world, maybe the nicest. You hear about the rough side, how the people can be unwelcoming to foreigners and very private. You hear how Mafia violence has cast a shadow on tourism as foreigners fear for their safety. The term the mafioso use is "La Cosa Nostra", which translates to "Our Thing", and that's the message received by many: that Sicily is run by Sicilians and belongs to Sicilians.
But this is why we travel - we have learned that Sicilians will open their land, and their hearts to people traveling here. If you are lucky, they will even open their vineyards! We have found that they are as curious about us as we are about them. Sicilians seemed to feel honored to share their heritage, they are very proud of their land and we are honored to have been their guests. The owner of the hotel in Agrigento even gave us a bottle of wine when we were leaving.
- Our "Last Supper" was back to Nino's, where else? Francesco kept us out until 3:30 am. It was tough to say ciao to our Taormina friends, they made us feel like family.
- While we were in Agrigento, we met Paolo, Franco, and Franco's son, gentlemen from the Naples area traveling on business. They were eating in the same hotel restaurant as we were, and we are sure they heard our complete fiasco of trying to order in Italiano. And, we are sure we were horrifying people all over Sicily by "splitting" meals. Most Italians will eat an appetizer consisting of vegetables in olive oil, followed by a pasta course, then a meat course, then salad, then a fruit dessert. This takes place over about 3 hours. If they could only see us eating McDonald's in the car, steering with our knees so one hand is free for the cell phone and the other the Big Mac.
Paolo and Franco overlooked the fact that we were "splitters", and decided to invite us out for gelato after dinner (probably thought that we did not get enough to eat, the Sicilian motto being "mangiare!", eat!). We had a great time trying to communicate and translate back and forth, with both sides laughing in between the "how do you say...?" questions. We love the fact that Italians, when asked if they speak English (parla inglesi?), respond "poco...a little" and always with the finger gesture of a little. Fact is, most Italians, compared to the amount of Italian we can speak, are fluent. Some speak more better English than many Americans!