Lust auf Urlaub in Sizilien - reisen muss nicht teuer sein

Kaum ein anderes Land ist so eng mit unserer Sehnsucht nach Sonne, nach milder Luft und blauem Meer verbunden wie Sizilien.

Für viele tauchen Erinnerungen an die Küche auf, an das einfache Essen auf einer Terrasse unter freiem Himmel, an dampfende Pasta, den Duft geriebenen Parmesans, den guten Landwein. Ein Bild von reinster Harmonie – und doch sind es Kontraste und Widersprüche, die Sizilien so anziehend und faszinierend machen.

Lust auf Urlaub in Sizilien??

Willkommen in unserer Ferienwohnung in Terrasini
denn Urlaub muss nicht teuer sein

Der Winter ist vorbei der Fruehling kann beginnen ab auf die Insel

die Sonne strahlt und wir geniessen die angenehme Temperatur. Heute am Sonntag haben wir den ganzen Nachmittag auf unserer Terasse verbracht und die Sonne hier in Sizilien genossen. Wir wohnen hier aber Sie? keine Lust den kalten Temperaturen zu entfliehen und Sizilien zu entdecken?? Winter adee

wandern, bergsteigen und sogar tauchen kann man schon..

und wohnen??

warum nicht bei uns, und wenn es abends kalt wird, wir haben Heizung im Haus.

Ferienwohnung Ulla und Gino in Terrasini

die Zukunft planen Urlaub in Sizilien

Ich denke niemals an die Zukunft. Sie kommt früh genug. Albert Einstein
man sollte diesen Satz aber nicht benutzen wenn man seinen Urlaub plant, denn die schoensten Plaetze sind auch schnell weg...
Lust auf Urlaub in Sizilien ???
Ferienwohnung am Meer, guenstig wohnen und sich wie zu hause fuehlen
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Schnee und Lava auf dem Stromboli

Seltenes Naturschauspiel: Eine schneebedeckte Vulkanspitze durchzogen von roter Lava ist derzeit auf der Insel Stromboli bei Sizilien zu bewundern.


Die derzeitigen Wetterkapriolen hatten auch vor der Vulkaninsel nicht haltgemacht: Wo vergangene Woche noch 20 Grad herrschten, überzuckerte nun ein leichter Schneefall die Spitze des 926 Meter hohen Vulkans, wie italienische Medien am Donnerstag berichteten.
Die Einheimischen waren beeindruckt: „Schnee auf dem Stromboli - das hat es wahrlich schon lange nicht mehr gegeben“, sagte Vincenza Lo Schiavo, mit 85 Jahren die älteste Bewohnerin von Stromboli zwischen Erstaunen und Entzücken. Die Vulkaninsel Stromboli gehört zu den im Nordwesten Siziliens liegenden Liparischen Inseln.

Sizilien armes Land ?

Sizilien, ein armes Land?

Verwundert schaut der Fremde in die Auslagen der Juweliere und Modegeschäfte in Palermo, Syrakus oder Catania. - Das Unwesen der Mafia? Aus Sicht der Besucher blüht es im Verborgenen, für die Sizilianer ist es, trotz Erfolgen gegen das organisierte Verbrechen im Jahr 2006, als mehrere Bosse festgenommen wurden, immer noch Realität. – Heißblütige Sizilianer, überschäumende Lebensfreude? Mit Erstaunen registriert der Reisende jene sizilianische Grundstimmung, die eine charmante Kombination aus Freundlichkeit, Stolz und Melancholie bildet, jedoch im Kreis von Familie und Freunden in eine fröhliche Oper des Wohlbefindens umschlägt. - Und die Rückständigkeit Siziliens? Sicher sitzen in manchen Dörfern die Männer abends immer noch gemeinsam auf der Piazza, als gäbe es keine Frauen und keine Emanzipation. In den Städten und den vom Tourismus ›reformierten‹ Küstenorten jedoch hat die Jugend längst die Lebensformen des modernen Europa und Amerika adaptiert.

Lust Sizilien kennenzulernen? Sizilien ist zu jeder Zeit eine Reise wert

Ferienwohnung in Sizilien am Meer

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PALERMO SHOOTING von Wim Wenders mit Toter Hose Campino und Dennis Hopper

Heißes Filmtrio:
PALERMO SHOOTING von Wim Wenders mit Toter Hose Campino und Dennis Hopper startet am 20. November 2008.

Wim Wenders hatte lange schon Lust, mit Campino, dem Leadsänger der Toten Hosen, für die Kinoleinwand zusammen zu arbeiten. Mit PALERMO SHOOTING schrieb Wenders dem Freund die Hauptrolle auf den Leib und drehte zum ersten Mal seit 15 Jahren wieder einen Spielfilm in Deutschland und Europa. PALERMO SHOOTING feierte Weltpremiere bei den Filmfestspielen in Cannes 2008, wo er im Wettbewerb lief. Der Film wurde vom Premierenpublikum mit Standing Ovations gefeiert und kommt nun am 20. November 2008 in einer kürzeren, von Wim Wenders im Anschluss an Cannes neu geschnittenen Fassung in die Kinos.
Finn (Campino) lebt als erfolgreicher Photograph ein gleichermaßen prominentes wie hektisches Leben in der Rheinmetropole Düsseldorf. Seine Nächte sind ruhelos, sein Mobiltelefon steht nie still, und die Musik im Kopfhörer ist sein wichtigster Begleiter. Als seine Existenz nach einem Modeshooting mit Milla Jovovich urplötzlich aus den Fugen gerät, lässt Finn kurz entschlossen alles hinter sich. Er fliegt nach Palermo und lässt sich durch die Altstadt treiben, fasziniert von der Stadt und ihren Geheimnissen. Neugierig, risikobereit, aber zusehends ohne Halt, droht er, sich in bedrohlichen Träumen zu verlieren. Als er spürt, dass er von einem mysteriösen Schützen verfolgt wird, der ihm nach dem Leben trachtet, begegnet er der schönen Flavia (Giovanna Mezzogiorno). Aber bevor Finn sich der Liebe öffnen kann, muss er dem Tod begegnen.
PALERMO SHOOTING ist Wim Wenders’ persönlichster Film seit langem. Intim, abenteuerlustig und voller Überraschungen. In den Hauptrollen Campino, Giovanna Mezzogiorno („Die Liebe in den Zeiten der Cholera“) und Dennis Hopper („Der amerikanische Freund“) - neben den deutschen Co-Stars Sebastian Blomberg und Udo Samel - in einer Gastrolle Lou Reed. Ein romantischer Thriller um Leben und Tod und um die Erlösung in der Liebe.
Ein Film von Wim Wenders um Liebe und Tod Buch, Regie und Produktion: Wim Wenders mit Campino, Giovanna Mezzogiorno und Dennis HopperProduzent: Gian-Piero Ringel, Kamera: Franz Lustig, Musik: Irmin SchmidtEine Produktion von Neue Road Movies GmbH in Koproduktion mit ARTE France Cinéma, ZDF/ARTE und der Provinz von Palermo (AAPIT), in Zusammenarbeit mit Pictorion DAS WERK, Rectangle und Reverse Angle, gefördert vom DFFF, FFA, NRW Filmstiftung, Medienboard Berlin-Brandenburg und MEDIA
Kinostart: 20. November 2008
Quelle: in good company

Sizilien erleben und entdecken, Urlaub auf der groessten Insel im Mittelmeer

get a taste of paradise on a visit to the island of her forebears

FROM the sky, the trail of the Aeolian Islands leads you like stepping stones to Sicily.


Once you see them emerge from the blue sea you know you are close. Even from the sky, you can sense the pulse of history drawing closer, feel how old the land is and how many souls have lived and died right beneath you.Our pilot left Rome in a huff, and bad-temperedly dipped and wove his way down the southern Italian coastline, my father cradling his head in his hands the entire way.
"I'd like to see Sicily again," he mumbles as he throws his hand forward to brace himself against the seat in front. My mother, sitting across the aisle from us, looks over and grins. Upon leaving Brisbane, she had entrusted my brother and I to the care of my father for the entire journey, and on each flight she sat herself across from us, oblivious to all goings-on. As the plane waited on the tarmac at Brisbane airport, my mother had broken the plastic casing on her purple and blue blanket, unfurled it, drew it up to her chin, and promptly fell asleep.
That's how she has been for the entire 30-hour journey so far, waking up only in time for meals and to disembark. My father, brother and I, on the other hand, had stayed awake for every bump and jostle of turbulence and every nailbiting pocket of air. The trek across the Bay of Bengal was, I was sure, among the last moments of my life. So, with the exception of my mother, who was being lulled to sleep by the toss of our impending crash, we all sat upright and alert, awaiting our early morning fate off the coast of India. Somehow, by the grace of some deity, we made it through, and on landing in Rome I felt the worst was finally over. Until I entrusted my life to an Italian pilot.
"Enough is enough," sighs my father as the plane abruptly loses altitude in a steep dive. It's a tight flying circle in this part of the world.
I turn to look at Ross but he's got his nose pressed to the window. I look past him and out to the sky and then, out of nowhere, there she is. Etna. Towering. Unmistakable. Terrifying.
"Mamma! L'Etna!" cries the little boy sitting behindme.
I look out of the window again to her smoking peak. My heart surges and my soul rises to just beneath the surface of my skin so that all the hairs on my body stand on end. I turn to my father beside me and see tears in his eyes. Home, his expression says. Finally, I am home.
* * *THE days pass in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. We get up late and eat a granita at the bar for breakfast. We drive to the beach where we bake for half a day and then come home for lunch, which is usually a panino with cheese and salami, some olives and a couple of glasses of red wine. We finish off with some fruit and maybe a scoop of gelato. Then we take to our beds for an afternoon nap on cool, white sheets between cool, white walls. In the late afternoon we get up, get dressed and go to whichever aunt, uncle or cousin has offered to feed us for the evening.
Zia Enna's pasta al forno proves to be up to the hype. I look at my brother as we walk up as a family to ZiaEnna's.
"Have you put on weight?" I ask.
"No!" his hands shoot automatically to his stomach and he rubs it.
The smell at Zia Enna's door is of baked pasta and fried eggplant. It seeps out of the front door and creates a cloud of scent on the footpath.
"Have so," I whisper as my mother presses thebuzzer.
The locks snap open, the door swings in and we are engulfed by the warm smells of baking that draw us up the stairs and into Zia Enna's kitchen by our noses. We find her tucked into a checked apron, pushing back her giant glasses and giggling softly to herself.
"Zia, it smells great!" says my brother, as he rushes to her and gives her a kiss on each cheek. She gushes like a schoolgirl and picks his face up in her hands.
"He's so good-looking," she sighs, "he will get an extra big piece!"
Ross just smiles and I look to his tummy, which has started to fill out nicely. Zia Enna bends down and opens the oven door. From inside she draws out a baking dish of pasta al forno. The sauce has turned a deep red and the cheese on top has melted and turned into a hot crusty lid. With a long, sharp knife she starts slicing through the pasta, cutting large square portions. She slips a spatula under one corner and lifts out the most perfect piece of pasta al forno I have ever seen. The layers of penne sit perfectly moulded to layers of fried eggplant, meatballs and hardboiled eggs. Melted cheese binds it all together.
"Go sit in the dining room," she shooes us all away with a smile.
Drool appears at the corner of Ross's mouth and I know that Sicily has changed him forever.
"Ross gets the biggest piece," says Zia Enna as she appears in the dining room carrying a plate. She lays a hunk of pasta down in front of my brother.
"He's a growing boy," she giggles.
"He's growing all right," I cough, and Ross shoots me an evil glare in reply.
"So what do you think of Sicily?" Zia Enna asks Ross when we've all been served dinner. "It's beautiful, Zia," he smiles around a mouthful ofpasta.
"Ah!" Zia Enna claps her hands together, "it is beautiful, isn't it? The air, the mountain, the sea -- you can breathe here." Her eyes lock on to my brother's.
"You should find yourself a nice Sicilian girl and stay here." Ross smiles again. "And I'll make you pasta al forno every week."
He looks like he's seriously considering it.
* * *SO the days pass in this easy, hot, food-fuelled rhythm until, finally, Saturday night arrives.
Castelmola is reached only by braving a number of tight hairpin curves, with nothing but a sheer drop below. Gianni spins his car expertly around the tight corners, only occasionally veering slightly to one side and swiping a few trees. My fingers are locked in a white-knuckle grip on the armrest.
Gianni swings his door open and we both get out of the car and step into the night air, me on shaking legs. Gracie slides out of the back seat.
We walk a long, curving tarmac road up into a square and past the ancient castle that gives the town its name. Gianni is slightly ahead of us and I'm trying hard not to let my eyes linger too long. Instead I turn my eyes to the town that had captured my imagination from the ground. There is a fairytale quality to this place. Once upon a time it would have been a remote, towering outpost, the residents comfortable in their isolation. Below us, the tourist mecca of Taormini is brightly lit and overcrowded. Up here the lights are soft and muted, swept stone alleys are lined with hundreds of steps, and there's a soothing quiet in which you could happily lose yourself. Gianni winds on ahead, turning left and right down streets the width of staircases and studded with sand-coloured steps. Gracie loops her arm in mine and we continue to climb.
I exhale slowly and know that, even though I have hardly seen the rest of the island, I have just found my favourite Sicilian town. Dinner is on a stone terrace, and like most of Castelmola we have to climb a steep incline of steps to get there. "Pizza," Gracie says, "I'm definitely having pizza."
I tip my head back so that I can see the stars in the sky. This far up the mountain they look like you can reach out and touch them. The terrace is awash with soft amber lights and our company is an assortment of Gianni's friends and their girlfriends, all of them glowing and tanned. To one side I have Gracie and directly across from me is Gianni, his eyes turning a shade of light chocolate in the soft light, which sets his tan perfectly against the light blue of his shirt.
"Margherita," I say to the waitress.
"Booorrring," hums Gracie at my side.
The air is cool and it makes me shiver a little. Pizza and beer seem like the perfect meal tonight.

Edited extract from The Sicilian Kitchen by Michele Di'Bartolo

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un pezzo del paradiso, a piece of paradise

By Mary O'Sullivan
Sunday May 04 2008

WHEN you hit a certain age, you realise there are particular qualities a holiday destination has to possess before you consider it your kind of place. I may not be cash-rich, but like most people nowadays, I am time-poor, and there comes a stage when it can no longer be a case of trial and error. It must hit the spot at once.

Certain prerequisites such as sun and sea are easy, others such as charming environs, good hotels, classy shopping, easy-to-absorb culture, an interesting, indigenous population and, above all, superb cuisine are trickier. You rarely find the lot in one place, yet one small island in the Mediterranean ticks all the boxes -- and it's all available so effortlessly that you almost take it for granted.

As you tour Sicily, its spectacular volcanic landscapes, its charming hill-top villages, its evocative market places and its sweeping seascapes will all seem familiar, and that's because they are; the beautiful island is a favourite among filmmakers. Parts of The Godfather were filmed there -- Sicily is, after all, the birthplace of the Mafia -- but many other movie-buff favourites were shot here too, including Il Postino and Cinema Paradiso.

But no movie can quite capture the full experience of Sicily: all around you is beautiful scenery, yet never far away are the sounds of the Vespas idling in the narrow streets, the snatches of conversation as locals roar greetings over the hum of the traffic, the mingling scents of orange groves, bread-baking and garlic-roasting, the sight of contented old men languidly sipping their expressos at kerbside cafes, while graceful girls hurry along arm in arm.

It's all so alive. And maybe that's because it has been for a very long time -- cave paintings on the island show traces of human settlements as far back as 10000BC.

The historic sites that attract most visitors, however, are of Greek and Roman origin. These powers occupied the island at various times between 900BC and 500AD, and there are some some fascinating remains of their occupation. Agrigento, Syracuse and Selinus have some of the world's finest examples of traditional Greek architecture -- but no matter where you go on the island, there'll be some interesting ruin or other to see, and all have fascinating stories to tell. Taormina boasts one of the world's finest amphitheatres. It certainly has the finest setting of any amphitheatre: perched high on Monte Tauro, with only the clear skies above, it towers over the stunning blue bay below with views across to the volcanic Mount Etna. It has much of its original brickwork, staging and seating, and is still used as a dramatic setting for concerts and other outdoor events.

There are loads of superb resorts in Sicily but my favorite has to be Taormina -- small enough to negotiate very easily yet with enough nooks and crannies to keep you interested, and it's within easy reach of lots of the island's main attractions -- for example, a visit to Mount Etna is a must.

Beware though, Taormina is seductive -- and once you establish a pattern there, it's hard to deviate.

For me, the day always begins with freshly-squeezed orange juice on the bedroom balcony while we marvel yet again at the view below, where the sun is dancing on the water. Then it's down to the dining room for the hotel Monte Tauro's superb buffet breakfast, then the pool and the book. That's followed by the shortest of strolls to the town for lunch -- usually a selection of antipasto from one of the town's superb delis.

We are creatures of habit, so our purchases always included the sublime sun-dried tomatoes which, of course, tasted nothing like anything you'd buy here, and on our last day, to our delight, the gorgeous shop assistant insisted on giving us a bag with full instructions on how to prepare them. Sated with our picnic lunch, usually taken in one of the town's many piazzas or the lush public park, we'd head to the beach below by cable car (you can walk there but the descent is a tad steep) for more sun-bathing, lounging and a swim. Then it was back to the hotel for a short siesta and then the highlight of every day -- dinner at one of the many restaurants in this tiny town. It boasts every kind -- cheap, expensive, indoor, outdoor, sedate, noisy.

Before we went to Sicily, we'd been given loads of recommendations, so many that we realised that really every restaurant in Taormina has its own USP. It was one restaurant's parmigiana (slices of aubergine layered with parmesan cheese -- yum) another's cassata (a to-die-for dessert made of ricotta, fruit and nuts, which bears no relation to the ice cream called cassata here), in yet another, it was something as simple yet as precious as their welcome -- if we went to the same place twice we were practically family. Sicily's industries are fishing, olives, almonds, oranges and fresh vegetables, so you can imagine the fresh, seasonal delights, the signature pasta dishes and pizza they concoct for their diners on a nightly basis.

After dinner, sated, bloated even, it's time for the passeggiata, for which the centre of the action is the main street, Corso Umberto, which runs from the top to the bottom of the town. And the posing and parading goes on until well after midnight. As well as lots of beautiful people partying, there's plenty to admire in terms of architecture. The street, which is broken in the middle by a 12th-Century clock tower, is lined on both sides with gorgeous crumbling biscuit-coloured medieval palazzos, which these days house restaurants, cafes, gelateria and designer shops.

With my dangerous (for me) sweet tooth, the endless pasticcerie are an unavoidable magnet. Sicily is famous for what they call frutta di martorana -- fruit (and vegetable) shapes sculpted out of coloured almond paste. Apparently, in the middle ages the monasteries, the most famous of which was La Martorana in Palermo, earned their living by making them. Now they're made everywhere, including Taormina, and the displays are stunning.

More stunning are the jewellery shops: treasure troves of the kind of jewellery -- lots of cameos and big showy gold pieces -- that looks marvellous on Mediterranean types but often too bold for fair-skinned northerners like ourselves. Happily, I did find a little something that suited me -- a turquoise cross on a chain of turquoise beads. Every time I wear it, I am reminded of my holidays in Taormina and how I really need a Sicilian tan to show it off properly. And now is the perfect time to go back.

Sicily for You travel and enjoy

Gardens in Springtime

Springtime has arrived and the flowers are in bloom. Azaleas are blooming across the state. Visit Eden Gardens near Panama City, Alfred B. Maclay Gardens in Tallahassee, Ravine Gardens in Palatka, and Washington Oaks Gardens in Palm Coast. Other state parks with notable flowers include Rainbow Springs in Dunnellon and DeLeon Springs north of Orlando.
Fruehling in Sizilien
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Tempel in Sizilien, Selinunte

Die Vergangenheit als aufschlussreiches Mosaiksteinchen im Bild der Gegenwart: Für Sizilien gilt das ganz besonders. Eine über fast drei Jahrhunderte hinweg nie abreißende Kette von Eroberern und Fremdherrschern hinterließ nicht nur die zahllosen Monumente, die die Insel zum Dorado für kunstgeschichtlich Interessierte machen. Sie formte auch die Mentalität der heutigen Bewohner. Griechen, Karthager und Römer zankten sich jahrhunderte lang um den fruchtbaren Boden, Goten und Vandalen plünderten und mordeten. Es regierten Araber, Normannen und Staufer, moderat und weise. Franzosen und Spanier pressten der Insel dann wieder das letzte ab. Nie aber hatten die Sizilianer selbst etwas zu sagen. Mit Anschluss 1860 an Italien änderte sich nur wenig. Kaum ein Sizilianer fühlt sich als Italiener.
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