First stop: Catania. At the entrance of a long road through Sicily, her heavy sun and blessing sea.
Vincenzo Bellini Airport, aka Fontanarossa, meaning red fountain, because when Etna’s vomiting her magma be sure that that will be the first thing you’ll see from your plane.
That vivid town with whom most comers fall in instant romance and others decide that they would prefer not.
A bustling city, suspended between true common places and a seamless mobility not yet knowing if going forward or stay exactly where she is, adding some make up to veil her age.
From a beautiful tourist’s point of view, she’s full of treasures to dig for, hidden by that other phenomenon of her ones.
Stunning Mt Etna over the sea.
Not an inch of Catania coast left alone by that black stone falling from the sky every now and then.
That’s Catania. A puzzling rebus full of signs, sounds, sights, each of them flashing and then melting in an ordinary day in town. A city where everyone knows anyone like in a small village. Yet… who knows?
A huge court, sumptuous and decadent, an ultramodern Mediterranean-Pop hit from the Eighties forward.
She can knock you down with a terrific view, an incredibly interesting tale or incidental meeting or an absolutely obscene car steering.
If you land into Catania Airport you really shouldn’t miss a walk downtown Catania.
Take Alibus and then jump down at the airport shuttle bus stop Archi. Wait and see where this name’s from.
Right on your right Catania port lies down calm and inviting, twinkling with its boats and sailors.
If you cross the road and leave the arches behind you, you head towards Catania’s heart. Civita, a quiet and perhaps one of the most evocative Catania’s neighbourhoods, nested into its baroque city centre. It gave birth to one great writer and woman, a We-can-do-it epitome when woman empowerment still had to be born.
*self-editing. not born yet grown into its womb. Goliarda’s family house was actually in via Pistone, in the once vivid neighbourhood of San Berillo.
We’ll not use Her as a flag in our first post. That would not be elegant. She deserves a full academic and anarchic re-evaluation of her fresco and we’ll just give our touristy homage with a whole mindful post soon. For now.
You’ll really have a hint of what decadent means in an ultra-late baroque Catania style by a walk into Piazza duca di Genova.
You will also find a luggage storage in Catania city centre, in case you really won’t stay overnight or if it’s just early for your Catania apartment check-in.
Ask the storage staff, actually three locals usually doing their own businesses yet willing to give help to others’ ones, for what’s worth a visit or happening in town, or where you can eat something really tripical around. Almost everywhere, actually, yet…
Then have your hike through Catania’s tricky streets; you cannot be wrong any way you take. She’ll be at your hand and feet.