We spent the first night in Marsala, which is really close to the airport, then took a little rickety train across the island to Scopello, a tiny stone village high in the hills of the northwest coast of the island. And stayed there for the rest of the week.
We stayed at Pensione Tranchina, which was was beyond perfect. Run by the Tranchina family, our pretty, antique-stuffed room looked out over the rooftops of Scopello to the sea. This picture was taken one afternoon, when a sirocco sandstorm blew over the village.
Every evening the family hosted a big dinner, starting with wine in front of the fire, followed by four courses of deliciousness. We stayed there for dinner every single night. How middle-aged! But the food was amaze-o. Delicious pasta, followed by fish, obscure local fruit, then dessert. Then back in front of the fire. It was like being looked after by your mum. (Thanks Marasin!) This fish was baked in a huge crust of salt.
Breakfast was awesome too. Every morning the tables were laid out with fresh fruit, fresh juice, olive oil pressed from their own groves, homemade jams (fig, peach, pear), warm fresh bread and little cakes such as grappa and honey cake, from the local bakery. I seriously recommend going there if you are in need of some pampering.
The heart of the village was a tiny square built around a huge eucalyptus tree, which we’d hang out under to spy on the locals. One evening the local bar was hosting a birthday party for a little boy and they brought us slices of their birthday cake! This was the blowing out of the candles. Totally cutezilla.
It was a bit cloudy on a couple of days; this is the beach, taken from the shelter of a yellow picnic table, waiting for a shower to pass.
There were lots of animals running wild. I loved these trashcan kitties that we walked past every day on the way to the beach. Look at the tiny dude in the back middle of the picture. Next time I'm taking a bag of kitty treats.