There are books about the carousel around Sicily. I have done it time after time. This time, carefully planned, we went from Palermo to Partinico to Segesta to Sambuca di Sicilia. After that we went to Licata, to Butera and then to Piazza Armerina. Then we climbed the road to Etna, in time for a storm of biblical proportions. We were in places with names like Linguaglossa, Passopisciaro and Randazzo. After the sun came back out, we headed to the center of Sicily to Sclafani Bagni and then to Campofelice Fitalia. We saw relatives and then we climbed the hills of Corleone before heading to Camporeale. We finished up at Isola delle Femmine and Sferracavallo before our group disbanded.
We visited wineries that make millions of bottles a year and we visited wineries that make a barrel. And each and every one of the winemakers exhibited a deep commitment to making the best wine they could for the mission they had set. Whether it was a wine that had been sitting in a barrel for 20 years or a wine that was fermenting and would be bottled in three months.
That’s what wine is to me. Not just the peak moments. But also the moments in between, when a soul is simply looking to quench their thirst.
It’s a long walk. I’ve been lucky to walk along that wine trail in Sicily. The roads are not always paved and sometimes they just end, like that. But there is always a way around, a way to get to the mountain top, to see the sunrise or the sunset and to be part of something wonderful. Sicily may seem old, but it’s the oldest kid in Italy and it’s just getting started. And that’s just fine by me.
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