Henrik

[et_pb_section bb_built=”1″ admin_label=”section”][et_pb_row admin_label=”row”][et_pb_column type=”2_3″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text”] Like the obstinate child clutching and grabbing at the door jambs, not wanting to leave, we make our way to Ortigia one last time. Our stay in Siracusa is coming to an end and … Read More

[et_pb_section bb_built=”1″ admin_label=”section”][et_pb_row admin_label=”row”][et_pb_column type=”2_3″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”] Sundays according to some dogma that shall remain nameless in these posts are supposed to be days of rest. For some, they are, and as a result some of … Read More

[et_pb_section bb_built=”1″ admin_label=”section”][et_pb_row admin_label=”row”][et_pb_column type=”2_3″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”] The island of Ortigia is a natural southern extension of Siracusa. I don’t know anything about its history other than that a gaggle of Greeks romped around on it … Read More

Alright folks, gather ’round, it’s confession time. Perhaps it’s because we’re near the geographical epicenter of Catholicism that I’m getting this urge, or maybe it’s due to a deep underlying disappointment that I didn’t prioritize this activity enough. And this … Read More