On Dec. 30th I decided to walk. And walk and walk. First I went up to Fleri at the top of the hill. Lovely little town with a pasticceria, a pizza shop, a bar and 2 meat stores. And then the honey store. This whole area in and around Mt. Etna is famous for its' honey. Then passing through Fleri I came to the town of Monterosso. Very small as well with 2, yes 2 gas stations!. Then on the very top of the furthest hill was a church with its' very visible steeple. So up I went to Trecastagni. At first it seemed just like any other small village but as I got further into the town and saw all it had to offer, it fast became my favorite little town in this area. In the center was a small town fair going on. Being Sunday, it looked like a place where all the families came after church. In the center of the town square were set up little booths with crafts for sale. 2 guys with chain saws were carving an ice sculpture. It was about 60 degrees out. And as I approached this craft fare I heard music. American music (and in English) sung by Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra. Christmas music. It was wonderful. There was an elderly man roasting chestnuts. There was a cheese booth with free samples. Then the song "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas" was played. So I sat in the sun, ate chestnuts and olive mix and watched (because it was now 1 p.m.) as everyone closed up their booth for the daily siesta.
This was my cue to head on. So I went down, down, down through the very beautiful town of Via Grande. Stopped and had a coffee and then on back home through Monterosso again, through Fleri and on home to Pisano. I walked for 7 1/2 hours with probably about a total of 2 hours at the most in sitting. I must have walked about 20 miles. My feet are still recovering.
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