SICILY: ISLAND OF SUN

Sicily means sun; Sicily means sea; Sicily means smell of orange and mandarin everywhere in the air; Sicily means history.
Sicily, for me, means " home".
I am originally from this land and although it does not go very often, every time I cross the Sicily Strait I really feel at home.
I have so many relatives and cousins ​​who make a race to host me every time and, for me, I would spend much more time here. But work, family, and commitments call me and hold me to Latina. However, as soon as I can go back here and always look for new photographic occasions.
One thing must be said at once: with the exception of some praiseworthy exceptions (the passage of the raptors in May on the strait for example) Sicily is, moreover, land of landscapes rather than animals. But the landscapes of these parts pay off the scarcity of the fauna.

And when we say Sicily, we say Etna. Especially for those who, like me, originate from the area on its slopes (Catania).
The Sicilians in general have a very special relationship with what they call Mongibello (the old name of Etna). I think it's a common thing to all those populations living on the slopes of a volcano. Etna's presence is, then, really cumbersome. As soon as you wake up and you look at the window, it's hard not to find it in front of you. And even if you do not see him, you hear it (his bumps are very frequent). It is not a very dangerous volcano, in the sense that even though its activity can be explosive its effects are lost as an immense and uninhabited volcanic shield. Even his lava, when it comes out, is dense and gives time to the people to be safe. Technically the Etna lava is classified as Hawaiian (one of the types of classification) and is, for example, different from that of the nearby Stromboli which is Stromboliana (it has given its name to one of the classification categories).

For me, then, there is another reason that drives me to this mountain, that is, the passion I have for the earth and the volcanoes since the time of university studies of geology and vucanology.
And then it happens, maybe, that I go out alone for the Mount in search of ideas and photographs. And that's what happened, for example, this year when I found myself alone at sunset on a slope in the midst of Saponaria flowering, a plant that grows like a bearing and spreads on the fine lava detritus.

But beyond the Etna, the island provides opportunities everywhere, for example along its coasts and promontories, or inside the Madonie and Nebrodi Mountains Park, in the gorges of Alcantara as in the Pantalica Necropolis, its leaders and on its smaller islands and the more you have it.

In short, a goal that I can not recommend to everyone (especially the landscapers). And if you want to visit her, do not hesitate to contact me.

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