From the airport in Trapani we hop in a taxi, who I call Signor TaxiCab Confessions, to drive us to the seaport in Marsala to pick up the sailboat. Traveling with 3 Italians plus me – my husband and a married couple friends of ours. What’s the first question an Italian asks to break the ice? FOOD! Where can we get the best CIBO around here? Spaghetti alla cernia, Spaghetti alla Vongole, Tonno fresco! Pane Buono!!! Our Sicilian Taxi driver, who must remain unnamed or I might wake to find a horse head in my bed tonight, he filled us in on the best spots. He leaned in close and said in his Italia Sicilian cadence, “Senta Don Armando, questo devi stare fra me e te. Non dire a nessuno che ho detto io!” Translates as “Now I am going to tell you these secrets, but don’t tell anybody that I told you or I will be in big trouble.” TaxiCab Confessions! Sicilian Secrets… about food! I am dying laughing in the back seat feeling like I’m in some scene in a Mafia movie. Of course I can’t tell you what he said, but he was spot-on! Grazie!
On a private sailing trip around the Aegadian Islands / Isole Egadi I found favolosa Favignana… a paradise for sea-foodies, sun-worshipers, castle ruins, rocky beaches, & Sicilian Delights where every body is a comedian! Welcome to Favignana, Sicily a chill-tastic island in the Aegadian Islands, Isole Egadi…
What day is it? Is it Friday or Tuesday, can’t remember. What’s the name of this island? The most common questions you will hear on any sailing or cruising trip! To be honest, I didn’t even know these islands existed : Isole Egadi. Where? Agadi… Egodi, Argandi… wherever!?!?! Let’s go! Andiamo !!!
Castello Santa Caterina on Favignana Island today stands as a historic castle, or more of an abandoned fortress in somewhat of a deteriorating state. Originally built as a Saracen Watchtower (an Arab or Muslim, especially at the time of the Crusades) around 500 or 600 it was enlarged into a castle at a date suspected around the eleventh century. It’s dungeon once housed political prisoners. Walking through the Castello Santa Caterina is like stepping back into a war-torn abounded structure. The debris filled rooms have molding stucco falling to the ground, rusted generators, iron post beds, Military barrels, ceramic toilets and baths. On top of the fortress, we saw a rusted old satellite blown over that looked like the wind had beaten it badly.