It’s sad that this journey of trying to understand Sicily through the bits of pieces we’ve seen of its history, has come to an end. I will forever be faithful to Sicilian cannoli. What continues to baffle me about this island is the beauty that surrounds the people in so many ways. The Sicilians are used to seeing beautiful waters, mountains and hills built into their lives. As someone from a fairly flat area, it was amazing to see what I have been deprived of from my home, yet it gave me an appreciation for what I had at my second home, Maine. These Sicilian writers discussed in class weren’t just looking at the water and the rocks because they wanted to write about water and rocks. The natural surroundings are central to the identity of Sicily and its people. At the airport in Catania, I saw Mt. Etna in the back facing the airport. I smiled and got on line to go back home.(Vivimi by Laura Pausini goes with this image)