Sicily is the island of contrasts, of iridescent colours, of authentic flavours, of torment, of suffering, and of lost beauty.
A land where one journeys unhurriedly, where nature delights in mirroring our every experience.
Island of intense light, of the first rays, and of abandon.
Island of wild and spontaneous fragrances, of deafening silences, and of innumerable faces.
Island of many roots and cultures, crossroads of languages and dialects, lauded by the poets, brought to life by stories and legends, wounded by slow-healing memories, and by still half-hidden truths.

The midday sea, the rolling waves crashing onto the rocks, the pure white beaches.
The whiteness of the rustic hillsides, the buzz of the fields, the hum of the green gardens, the pomp of the theatres and churches.
And more: the stateliness of the windmills, the warmth of the red sunsets, the lure of the volcanoes, and the mystery of as yet undiscovered places.

Rites, traditions, popular festivals, customs will all lead you through a land suspended in time, so very far from the hectic pace of modern life, and so averse to sudden change.

Island of myth, of stories, of tales, of allegories.
Island of forms and styles, of Art Nouveau and baroque, of medieval castles and Roman villas, of Saracen and Norman towers.
Island of contradictions, of things denied and things forgotten, of brilliant ideas still unutilised.
It is the land of excess and of want, a crucible of landscapes and civilizations, custodian of secrets and of arcana, of memories and of hopes.

Sicily is a land waiting to be discovered, to be read and interpreted, a land for a few close friends.