I’m crazy about islands. In fact, my bucket list has every island off the coast of Italy. I’m about halfway there.
Favignana is close to my beloved Pantelleria, about an hour or so from the port of Marsala. On my recent swing through Sicily I took the opportunity to sail (on a 52'er) to Favignana. It was one of those gorgeous days that make one want to chuck it all, sell everything, buy a boat and sail the Mediterranean for the rest of one’s life.
At the port of Favignana (the picture of the houses on the port were re- imagined by yours truly) the scene was serene. But in a month or so the place will be hopping. Once a vital port for the harvesting of Tuna (the Mattanza is famous here) now Favignana is a sleepy little island. It feels so Greek to me, like Paros. But of course there is great pasta and seafood and the wine, the wine. Tonight with friends we will recreate some of that with the capers and the bottarga and the Ventresca di Tonno Rosso that I lovingly smuggled back home.
So feast your eyes on these little vignettes of a day spent in joy among the wind and the sun and a little speck of earth in the middle of the sea somewhere in a place and time called Sicily.
Our two Sicilian sailors (sailing with their hands, of course)
Favignana Port re-imagined as Burano
Pasta as one can only dream of...
Pack your bags, Marco!