I've been thinking over and over about how I want to describe my love for Sicily. It's not that I lack the words, but no words can really capture the feeling of waking up to your neighbor playing the piano, or the taste of pasta made with Sicilian tomatoes that have this amazing sour end note. How do I explain the smell of the ocean, the clean black sands, and the gentle waves that wash away every heavy feeling your soul's been carrying?

The people, with their warmth and generosity, speak a language of love. The streets are full of sounds that never bother me but instead make me feel at home. This isn't my first visit; it's my third, and each time feels like discovering a new layer.

If you don't stop me, I could go on and on. I hope the following scenes and pictures will give you a glimpse into how I felt and why I love this place so much. 🌊🧡🌀🍅