If the eastern coastal resorts speak to modern day luxury and the southern coast takes one back to antiquity, the western coast provides yet another twist to this island, geographically so close to both Italy and Africa. And so does the route there. Detour through Sciacca, one of the oldest spas in the world that, these days, also has a horde of ceramics shops. Take the time to negotiate the narrow, twisty roads that lead past groves of olive trees up to Caltabellotta, a village nestled at the base of craggy peaks some 3,000 feet high.
Stop in Marsala on the drive west, if for no other reason than to pick up a bottle of the sweet wine at the local enoteca. (A British entrepreneur actually created Marsala when he added alcohol to the local wine as a preservative before exporting it to England.) Then detour slightly to Segesta, an unfinished Doric temple that sits surrounded by nothing but hills covered with wildflowers, where the only sounds you hear are sheep bells.
Now it’s on to Eriche, a mountain town that on a clear day looks out on the North African coast and that’s as sweet as a wistful sigh.
Cobblestone streets wind past serene courtyards, Norman medieval towers, and a cathedral that dates back to the 14th century. Surprisingly, this little gem is also home to the Ettore Majorana Center for Scientific Culture, a kind of think tank for research scientists who wish to promote peace in the world. Here is where the Northern African influences come into play, so plan to eat couscous instead of pasta when you break for lunch.
For all its charms, Sicily is not without its problems. Poverty has not only induced crime to flourish in certain parts of the island, it’s also spawned what must be labeled, for lack of a better word, as nouveau architectural tack. Symptoms of simple neglect are also in evidence. At times the tourist, wishing to fall under a spell of unadulterated enchantment, finds himself wishing for a pair of blinders to blot out visions of ugly new high rises or old car graveyards along the highway. But ask a Sicilian about his country and all you’ll get is unadulterated pride. “It’s the best,” responded our bartender when questioned about the quality of Sicilian Amaretto (this during the Flowering Almond Festival in Agrigento). “Everything in Sicily is the best.”