As someone who tends to gravitate towards European cities for their architecture and history, I rarely find myself truly in the wilderness of a country on this continent.
As the footpath disappeared completely into boulders the size of compact Italian Fiats, only my gaze could continue to trace the tiny slither of land towards the peninsula’s vertiginous point.
Palermo, a city on the northern coast of Sicily, has long been home for people from all corners of the Mediterranean. In 2019 it continues to be defined by its cultural diversity, both contemporary and historical.
For the first time in years I’ve spent a full Christmas in the UK. I’ve eaten my body weight in cheese, consumed a lot of wine and watched an abundance of film classics on ‘the box’.
I still have more to say about my recent travels through Central America. Although as always at this time of year, I find myself reflecting on the three years I spent in Australia.