A huge sense of relief overwhelmed all of us. the bus ride to Sciacca from Palermo was breathtaking. Emerald colored mountains with patches of sepia, dotted with small bursts of orange and yellow from ripening citrus trees. In my body I could feel with each mile my shoulders were finally moving further away from my ears. We were collected from the station by Fabio. He was friendly and welcoming. His sense of humor was instantly apparent when his very tiny car was jammed packed with Americans and their gear, suitcases as booster seats, narrowing his visibility tons. "How many olives do you think we have and how long did you say your were staying."
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| Fabio Mazzotta |
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| Alessandro Mazzotta |
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