Day 6 was, for me, the most joyful day, mainly because of how capricious and varied it was. After departing from Ragusa, we skipped around from town to town with the loose objective of making it to Siracusa that evening. Here’s a photo of the cathedral in Modica, which kind of lords over a series of stairways and switchbacks that lead you through the town’s hilly streets and into its center.
After getting off the bus, my Italian classmates and I, for some reason, sort of wordlessly raced up the hundreds (?) of stairs to the amazing baroque church, which had the most fantastic view of green hills and sunbaked homes.
We then managed to find an open restaurant in a town that generally shuts down during the afternoon. The preparation of our piadine (they were exceptional) took forever, but we got them to-go and sprinted down the hundreds of steps once again as to not miss the bus. –AG