Ah, Sicily. The land of my forefathers. As we fly over Mount Etna, I start to think about where I am, why I’m here, and who was here.
I am twelve and I have been to Ireland and Sicily, the two places my ancestors are from. That is pretty amazing. I just cannot believe I’m here. I start to realize how lucky I am to be here. Last of all I start to think about who was here before me. I didn’t know but I would find out soon enough, and who ever it was, I would get to go to the same places they had been.
So now we are in Sicily, looking up at Mount Etna, the volcano we are going to climb tommorow. Even though we have been planning this for over six months, it still seems unbelieveable .
We arrived late and had a simple dinner in the hotel.
On day two, we climbed the gigantic volcano, Mount Etna. It is 33,000 meters high and erupts every year. It was awesome. We also went to the beach in Taormina and swam around a little island called Isola Bella. We road into a nearby town for dinner and ate at a small restaurant. I had pork filet mignon with rucola salad and balsamic vinagrette. It was very good.
The pork was cooked to perfection, it was pink, it was juicy, and it was delicious. With squeezed lemon and balsamic vinager, this was an extremly enjoyable meal.
The Galileo School 