I was not aware that some towns were completely covered by fog. I had thought this was only a thing seen in horror films to give an ominous feeling. We spent a day in Erice, this mountain town of about 150 people. We arrived in the afternoon after a long day of driving and stopping at a few archaeological sites along the road. Once I dropped off my bags in the hotel, I went on a walk around the town. I heard voices in all directions, but I couldn’t find what was producing it. I kept walking straight for a good 10 min unable to see beyond 5 meters in front of me. I was alone, lost and enveloped by the fog. I guess if I were to die a death in a mountain town in the island of Sicily, after having consumed a bunch of cannoli, wouldn’t have been so bad considering how happy I was. They would’ve probably made a movie or a short story. I’m going to stop entertaining this idea… In addition to being in the middle of nowhere, we met an interesting nun turned baker/cook who taught us how to make marzipan, le tette and other Sicilian sweets before stuffing us with an array of Sicilian delights. I asked if I could work for her over the summer and she said sure. I hope she knows I was not joking and that she should expect a call or an email at any moment.