Easter - Ipsica and Modica

I know it is a bit late to be blogging about Easter but we had a nice trip to south east Sicily, based near Pozzallo, a quiet seaside town, with a rather nice waffle shop where we enjoyed many waffles opposite the seafront.  We stayed in a small self catering apartment, in a Mediterranean looking complex - it was deserted when we arrived but the next day hoards of Sicilians descended for an Easter get-away and it turned out to be similar in nature to a Butlins, with organised entertainment for them (which, luckily, we were not included in).

the apartments

Pozzallo

We got in a lovely morning's sunbathing by the swimming pool, when it was still empty. The water was freezing, but being a true Brit, I pretended it was fine and immersed myself to get the shock over quickly.

On the first morning we had a rather fortuitous trip to the airport to hire a car (lucky because we ended up not being able to hire a car there, and found a cheaper and much nicer one in Pozzallo, and because I had a chance meeting with a former student).  Etna looked stunning from the airport: she is still snow-covered and sometimes takes your breath away. I swear she sometimes has a hand in things. Perhaps I've been here too long.

We went on several day trips to towns not that far from Pozzallo. It's the area where Montalbano is filmed, with the Baroque towns of Ragusa, Modica and Noto that attract tourists. We went via Ipsica to Modica. Ipsica was a rather appealing little town with several churches - everywhere has as many churches as English villages have pubs. It is quite surprising to see them all on every corner. Ipsica was all done up for Good Friday - there were lights rather like we have at Xmas, and a rather disturbing centrepiece depicting Jesus carrying his cross and being led by a black man. Ella was less than impressed as it's hardly a positive image. Inside the church we were simply befuddled by the bizarre decorations: aside from the usual blue and gold gaudy decorations, there were lots of flowers laid down in front of a carving of Jesus and whoever else, like at a funeral or wedding. But even stranger, along the walls there were freaky looking dolls hanging staring down at you. But not even that was the weirdest thing - hanging among the freaky dolls were what seemed to be plastic bits of limbs such as knee joints, a hand, a foot.

What!? For me, (not a phrase, I know, but it is now that we hear students use it so often) - For me, the weirdest thing, hanging near some dolls, was a bunch of carrots. A bunch of carrots. Jo swore this was for the Easter bunny. Oh and on the ceiling, a carved picture of someone hammering a nail into someone's head. We got out of there pretty fast.

Modica

Modica is a larger town and famous for its chocolate. Except none of us actually like the chocolate as it's quite strong and kind of grainy - you can taste the sugar grains. Modica was sweet though and we climbed up the hills to "Modica alta" (high Modica) from where we had a super view across the town.

All trips were punctuated by regular stops for coffee (espresso), to which I am sure I am now addicted. It really is so good here. I'm sure it's how they keep people here, as how can you go back to England when the coffee is nothing like the same.

beach near apartment

apartment pool