We didnāt set out to count the miles. But when we realized our feet had carried us almost exactly the distance from Sicily to Tunisia, the journey suddenly became something deeper than travel. This is a story about walking, migration, and the quiet moment when you realize youāve crossed into a new life.
Mount Etna is more than a volcano ā sheās a living, breathing force of nature that shapes weather, land, and the people who live beside her. This is a story about fog and fire, fear and courage, descending into silence, and learning that creation and destruction often come from the same place.
After days of rain and quiet walks through Scicli, our first true wildlife encounter didnāt come from the ground. It arrived suddenly from the skyāand was gone just as fast.
I never thought food would be the thing that surprised me most in Sicilyāuntil Scicli quietly changed the way I eat, and the way I pay attention.
Scicli doesnāt quiet down after midnightāit shifts. As the town continues into the night, its cats wait patiently in the stone, moving on their own terms and reminding us that not everything reveals itself when we expect it to.
Friendly reminder to always respect the local wildlife and strays!
This Is Scicli is a story about a town that held us still.
About quiet mornings, worn stone streets, and the strange comfort of not needing to rush anywhere at all.
Minimalism was never the destination. It was a byproduct of choosing freedomāof learning what to carry, and what to leave behind.
A quiet morning among ancient temples and the peaceful stray dogs who now guard them. A photographic and human story from Valle dei Templi, Sicily.
The first 48 hours of a new lifeāRome, jet lag, ancient streets, and the long road south into Sicily.
