With the exception of Naples, our trip this year has focused around small towns – Forio, Ischia; Monteferrante, Abruzzo; Taormina, Sicily. We also had our two-day road trip through rural Sicily which was nice and quiet.
And then we arrived in Palermo. I had forgotten what city life was like. Palermo is big and bustling and loud with lots of traffic and people. Our first evening was a little bit of a shock after our pastoral road trip.
Now that we’ve been here for a few days, I’ve gotten used to being in a big city again. I can jostle my way through a crowd and jay-walk a busy intersection like a local.
We’ve got a great apartment in an ideal location. It’s a two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment with plenty of room. When we first arrived, we took a tour of the apartment and said, “We should have the cats shipped here and live here permanently.”

The elevator in our apartment building – yes, it’s the size of a phone booth and about as ancient as landline technology
We’ve been exploring the city and checking out stately buildings in addition to smaller, out-of-the-way streets.

There are a lot of churches in Palermo – this photo has a church in the foreground and another in the background
We’ve also been spending time with Chad’s parents who are renting an apartment nearby. Fran’s birthday was earlier this week. We spent that morning at one of the markets to pick up groceries, and then Chad made a delicious birthday lunch.

Chad made a delicious appetizer for Fran’s birthday – focaccia, broccolo (giant broccoli), stuffed squash blossoms, tomato salad, fresh zucchini
One of the fun things about staying in a city for a few days is that you can catch some local activities that you might otherwise miss. In 1993, a beloved local priest was assassinated by the mafia. I don’t know why, and I really don’t understand it because you would think that priests are off-limits. In any case, yesterday was the anniversary of his death, and last night there was a music celebration at the cathedral in his honor.
Hundreds of people attended. There were young and old, locals and tourists, monks and nuns, boy and girl scouts, clowns and police.
During the celebration, a member of each music group recited one of the priest’s well-known sayings from backstage, and then the group came out on stage to perform. In addition to more traditional music, the performances included a drum circle, interpretive dance, spoken word, and a strange a capella version of Stairway to Heaven. It was a weird mix of artistic styles, but it was a nice celebration with a diversity of talent.
Absent the opportunity to actually be there, I love being able to experience these places vicariously. Thank you, Juli!