11-11-23 To Calascibetta
Don’t even try to pronounce it, but that’s where I’m walking to today folks!
This is the enticing little hill town right across the valley from Enna. I followed the main road back to a no traffic road I took on my way up from the train station two days ago.
The roadway down.
The road with no traffic.
Mount Etna in the distance.
That’s the little road I came down .
I was hoping for a no traffic country road into Calascibetta but, indeed had to walk on a two lane road for about a mile to get a steep no traffic road into this beautiful little score of a town.
These wooden rafters are from the 1300’s.
There are so many churches for a town so small, big grand churches, some small and humble.
Cappuccine Convento.
Town piazza
Decay and crumble.
These towns are so pretty, and so remote. How does their economy work? On the road up into town, all the cars were driven by single older men. I met one kid, Simon who was bored out of his mind riding a scooter. He was eager to communicate, but we didn’t talk much. He was the only kid in town. There just aren’t a lot of young families in these towns.
Cappuccine Convento
I love a good cemetery
Grotte (caves) where the ancients lived before there was a town.
So I took another way back and saw some more of this totally great town and headed back across the valley to Enna. The hike was about 4 hours in all.
Going back down outside Calascibetta
That’s Enna across the way.
Some of the road walking.
Well I didn’t get much into the concept of anger. Seems like there is small, everyday anger; like I dropped my sandwich or someone pulled in front of me rudely. Then there is bigger, soul anger, that if it isn’t fixed leads to depression. Fixing that kind of anger, most usually having to do with relationships with other people, involves communication. That’s as far as I got. The day was so perfect. Cool Fall temps, made for a good hike.
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