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Samstag, 24. September 2011
entlang der Kueste in Sizilien reisen entdecken erleben
... über eine Gesamtlänge von etwa 1000 km erstreckt sich die Küste Siziliens. Im Norden und Osten steigt das Land steil aus dem Meer auf unterbrochen von zahlreichen Buchten mit Sandstränden. Gegen Süden hin fällt das Land flach ab und es gibt längere Abschnitte mit Sandstrand.
... entdecken Sie Ihr Sizilien auf einer Urlaubsreise ueber die Insel der 1000 Farben und der 100 Gesichter, Sizilien Ferienwohnung Terrasini Casa Ulla und Gino der ideale Ausgangspunkt für einen Urlaub, den Sie
selbst gestalten können in der Fremde sein, ohne sich fremd zu fühlen.
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Sonntag, 24. Januar 2010
Dienstag, 3. Februar 2009
frueh buchen billig fliegen Sizilien ein Strandurlaub
ein Blick aus dem Fenster, sogar hier in Sizilien ist nicht unbedingt das, was Spass macht. Wir haben in den letzten Wochen reichlich schlecht Wetter abbekommen, und nach einem Tag Hoffnung - strahlend blauer Himmel und 22 Grad - gabs dann gleich die Nacht darauf Regen und heftigen Hagelschlag, und heute nun 22 Grad, sogar noch heute Abend, Scirocco Wuestenwind von Afrika mit soviel Sand in der Luft, dass es wie Nebel ausschaut. Da kann man nur hoffen, dass es bald schoener wird denn hier in Sizilien warten wunderschoene Straende auf alle, die sich fuer einen Sizilienurlaub entschlossen haben, und natuerlich auch auf uns...
Ulla und Gino Terrasini Ferienwohnung
Hier moechten wir Ihnen einen kleinen Einblick und einen Vorgeschmack geben auf diese Insel, die ihren ganz eigenen Charm hat ....
Sizilien mit seiner kontrastreichen Landschaft hat eine Küstenlinie von 1000 km, abwechslungsreich, zum Teil felsig, zwischendurch Buchten, Sandstrände, hügelig, dann weite Ebenen. Der ätna, Etna, mit seinen über 3300 Metern der höchste Vulkan Europas liegt an der Ostküste und ist bis in den Frühsommer schneebedeckt. Die Schneefallgrenze liegt bei 1000Meter.
„Noi siamo arabi“, „Wir sind Araber“, hört man manchmal nicht ganz ohne Stolz, doch in den Adern der Sizilianer fließt auch das Blut von Griechen, Römern, Normannen, Staufern, Franzosen und Spaniern. Wohl kaum anderswo in Europa kam es zu so einer ausgeprägten Vermischung von Kulturen wie hier in Sizilien, Schmelztiegel der Völker...
Ulla und Gino Terrasini Ferienwohnung
Hier moechten wir Ihnen einen kleinen Einblick und einen Vorgeschmack geben auf diese Insel, die ihren ganz eigenen Charm hat ....
Sizilien mit seiner kontrastreichen Landschaft hat eine Küstenlinie von 1000 km, abwechslungsreich, zum Teil felsig, zwischendurch Buchten, Sandstrände, hügelig, dann weite Ebenen. Der ätna, Etna, mit seinen über 3300 Metern der höchste Vulkan Europas liegt an der Ostküste und ist bis in den Frühsommer schneebedeckt. Die Schneefallgrenze liegt bei 1000Meter.
„Noi siamo arabi“, „Wir sind Araber“, hört man manchmal nicht ganz ohne Stolz, doch in den Adern der Sizilianer fließt auch das Blut von Griechen, Römern, Normannen, Staufern, Franzosen und Spaniern. Wohl kaum anderswo in Europa kam es zu so einer ausgeprägten Vermischung von Kulturen wie hier in Sizilien, Schmelztiegel der Völker...
Montag, 26. Januar 2009
Sizilien Urlaub - Vucciria einer der aeltesten Maerkte Palermos
Vucciria einer der ältesten Märkte Palermos
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THE Vucciria, in the heart of Palermo's historic old city, opens early. By 4 a.m., fishermen are hauling in the day's catch; by 5 a.m., vendors are setting out crates of fruit and vegetables; and by 6 a.m., the place is bustling with shoppers. It's a tradition that's gone on, more or less the same way, for the last 700 years.
Every day but Sunday, the Vucciria fills with fishermen, shopkeepers and merchants who have come to peddle their goods. And it's quite a selection: pasta, grains, sacks of beans, bags of dried herbs, shoes, socks, cigarette lighters shaped like handguns, grappa, wine, CDs, paintings and paperweights of the Madonna, salted capers (a local specialty), zucchini the size of a child's leg, crates of artichokes still attached to their long stalks, tomatoes (large, small, sun-dried, packed in oil, in a can, on the vine) and practically anything else you can think of.
Strolling through the maze are the market regulars: men in coppolas, the forward-leaning Sicilian caps, like the one Al Pacino wore in “The Godfather”; and elderly women in heavy tweed skirts, stiff pocketbooks hanging from their elbows. The smattering of curious tourists don't arrive in Palermo, the crumbling city on the northwest end of Sicily, until the summer.
The center of the outdoor market is the Piazza Caracciolo, the fishermen's square. I arrived as dawn crept over the buildings. Rickety tables were propped up by plastic milk crates, and men in tall rubber boots and stiff red aprons laid out the morning's catch on sheets of crushed ice under bright, unforgiving light bulbs dangling from the tarps overhead. The fishermen, stray cats at their ankles, chopped swordfish steaks with cleavers and wrapped handfuls of shrimp in white paper for their early customers. Every so often, the fishermen poured water over their catches — red mullets, shrimp, squid, sea bass and marlin — the excess spilling on to the piazza's stones.
There's an expression in Sicily: “Quannu s'asciucanu i balati dà Vucciria,” which means “when the streets of the Vucciria run dry,” the equivalent of when hell freezes over. In other words, it could never happen. But it is happening. By midday on a recent Friday, the worn white stones of the piazza were nearly bone dry.
After 700 years, the Vucciria is fading.
“Everything has changed,” said Ignazio D'Alessandro, a 62-year-old man with white hair and a round face who has been selling fruit in the Vucciria for 57 years. “It hasn't been the same since Orlando left,” he added, referring to Leoluca Orlando, the anti-Mafia mayor of Palermo who prevented developers from razing old neighborhoods, before leaving office in 2000. “There's new construction, new developments all around. The Vucciria won't survive.”
This is a common sentiment around these parts. After World War II, when much of Palermo was bombed to rubble, Mafia-controlled construction companies seized the opportunity to erect inexpensive new buildings rather than refurbish old ones, and the trend has continued since. The result has been the gradual expansion of square, gray concrete buildings squeezing in on the Vucciria.
The market reaches from the heavily trafficked Via Roma down to the water. But what once covered dozens of city blocks has dwindled to only a few. Mr. D'Alessandro is one of the Vucciria's oldest tenants. He took over the fruit stand from his father, who had taken it over from his father before that.
“I've lived here since I was 5,” Mr. D'Alessandro said from his perch behind crates of apples, oranges and prickly artichokes. “I used to employ five people, but now it's just me. It used to take an hour to get through one block of the Vucciria, but now you can walk it under a minute. The crowds are leaving. The developers are moving in. I'll have to close in the next two years.”
As I started to leave, Mr. D'Alessandro clasped my hand, and said he had something for me — a gift from the Vucciria. He gave me a small plastic cup filled with what looked like pink water. “It's artichoke wine,” he said. “I make it myself — good for the digestion.”
Another Vucciria fixture is the Shanghai Trattoria (Vicolo Mezzani, 34; 39-091-589-702), a small home-style restaurant full of eclectic furnishings and the smell of garlic. Perched on a balcony above Piazza Caracciolo, the trattoria has been in the same family for 41 years. “This area and this restaurant have always been popular among artists and poets,” said Maria Concetta, the owner, who said that cast members from “The Godfather” ate at her restaurant while filming. And Renato Guttuso, the Italian artist, anti-Fascist and recipient of the Lenin Peace Prize, painted his 1974 masterpiece, “La Vucciria,” of the market in full swing, from the trattoria's veranda.
“It's different today,” Ms. Concetta said. “But there are still days you can find the old Vucciria.”
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man muß ihn sehen, hören, riechen, erleben
more photos >>>
il silenzio della Vucciria >>>
Ferien in Sizilien >>>
THE Vucciria, in the heart of Palermo's historic old city, opens early. By 4 a.m., fishermen are hauling in the day's catch; by 5 a.m., vendors are setting out crates of fruit and vegetables; and by 6 a.m., the place is bustling with shoppers. It's a tradition that's gone on, more or less the same way, for the last 700 years.
Every day but Sunday, the Vucciria fills with fishermen, shopkeepers and merchants who have come to peddle their goods. And it's quite a selection: pasta, grains, sacks of beans, bags of dried herbs, shoes, socks, cigarette lighters shaped like handguns, grappa, wine, CDs, paintings and paperweights of the Madonna, salted capers (a local specialty), zucchini the size of a child's leg, crates of artichokes still attached to their long stalks, tomatoes (large, small, sun-dried, packed in oil, in a can, on the vine) and practically anything else you can think of.
Strolling through the maze are the market regulars: men in coppolas, the forward-leaning Sicilian caps, like the one Al Pacino wore in “The Godfather”; and elderly women in heavy tweed skirts, stiff pocketbooks hanging from their elbows. The smattering of curious tourists don't arrive in Palermo, the crumbling city on the northwest end of Sicily, until the summer.
The center of the outdoor market is the Piazza Caracciolo, the fishermen's square. I arrived as dawn crept over the buildings. Rickety tables were propped up by plastic milk crates, and men in tall rubber boots and stiff red aprons laid out the morning's catch on sheets of crushed ice under bright, unforgiving light bulbs dangling from the tarps overhead. The fishermen, stray cats at their ankles, chopped swordfish steaks with cleavers and wrapped handfuls of shrimp in white paper for their early customers. Every so often, the fishermen poured water over their catches — red mullets, shrimp, squid, sea bass and marlin — the excess spilling on to the piazza's stones.
There's an expression in Sicily: “Quannu s'asciucanu i balati dà Vucciria,” which means “when the streets of the Vucciria run dry,” the equivalent of when hell freezes over. In other words, it could never happen. But it is happening. By midday on a recent Friday, the worn white stones of the piazza were nearly bone dry.
After 700 years, the Vucciria is fading.
“Everything has changed,” said Ignazio D'Alessandro, a 62-year-old man with white hair and a round face who has been selling fruit in the Vucciria for 57 years. “It hasn't been the same since Orlando left,” he added, referring to Leoluca Orlando, the anti-Mafia mayor of Palermo who prevented developers from razing old neighborhoods, before leaving office in 2000. “There's new construction, new developments all around. The Vucciria won't survive.”
This is a common sentiment around these parts. After World War II, when much of Palermo was bombed to rubble, Mafia-controlled construction companies seized the opportunity to erect inexpensive new buildings rather than refurbish old ones, and the trend has continued since. The result has been the gradual expansion of square, gray concrete buildings squeezing in on the Vucciria.
The market reaches from the heavily trafficked Via Roma down to the water. But what once covered dozens of city blocks has dwindled to only a few. Mr. D'Alessandro is one of the Vucciria's oldest tenants. He took over the fruit stand from his father, who had taken it over from his father before that.
“I've lived here since I was 5,” Mr. D'Alessandro said from his perch behind crates of apples, oranges and prickly artichokes. “I used to employ five people, but now it's just me. It used to take an hour to get through one block of the Vucciria, but now you can walk it under a minute. The crowds are leaving. The developers are moving in. I'll have to close in the next two years.”
As I started to leave, Mr. D'Alessandro clasped my hand, and said he had something for me — a gift from the Vucciria. He gave me a small plastic cup filled with what looked like pink water. “It's artichoke wine,” he said. “I make it myself — good for the digestion.”
Another Vucciria fixture is the Shanghai Trattoria (Vicolo Mezzani, 34; 39-091-589-702), a small home-style restaurant full of eclectic furnishings and the smell of garlic. Perched on a balcony above Piazza Caracciolo, the trattoria has been in the same family for 41 years. “This area and this restaurant have always been popular among artists and poets,” said Maria Concetta, the owner, who said that cast members from “The Godfather” ate at her restaurant while filming. And Renato Guttuso, the Italian artist, anti-Fascist and recipient of the Lenin Peace Prize, painted his 1974 masterpiece, “La Vucciria,” of the market in full swing, from the trattoria's veranda.
“It's different today,” Ms. Concetta said. “But there are still days you can find the old Vucciria.”
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