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I am pleased to always scan the members of the forum threads with pictures of various interesting towns of Italy. Particularly fascinating Northern Italian mountains, the winter buried in snow, and bright green eyes cutting in summer. |
Here in Sicily, these places do not have, but there are others, such as the beautiful and unique. I went for 8 th year of my Sicilian village. And if the local mentality peculiarities I had to look for a long time friendship and harmony with the characteristics of the local flora and fauna and natural scenery, I quickly found a common language. And I still do not cease to surprise and delight.
A couple of weeks ago we visited Agritourism called Torre Salsa, is already the 3rd time. Located on the southern coast of Sicily, in the same nature reserve, on the Mediterranean coast, and is the island of peace and detachment from the outside world. In the summer, even in the high season half-empty beaches (entrance fee to be paid on the reserve). The location is very advantageous for tourists - close to Valley of the Temples in Agrigento, the famous Scala dei turchi, Greek settlement with preserved Greek theater of Eraclea Minoa. Hence it is easy to get to Palermo or to the east, up to Noto and Modica.
Entrance to the grounds and the view from the reception desk.
But our path lies further. After registration, we sit down again in the car and go down 2 km towards the coast, to our lodge in the blue sea. On the way we pass the very same tower, in whose honor and named the area.
Entrance to the house.
Location is so fabulous that the front of the house a piece of Africa (after all, we're almost there and there)
And the house very well, the Belarusian landscape.
unless, of course, not to find fault with the presence of yellow poppies and daisies.
and to the presence of the mountains on the horizon. It can be a bit ponostalgirovat
back to reality and to the area in front of the house. Favorite place for making coffee in the morning and reading a book in the evenings. Down there, in the hollow, a dime a dozen rabbits. Running around, throw caper, each other's tails pulled. Brood them "like rabbits". Local farmers suffer - this spring all the bad animals bio wheat eaten. Missing harvest. And to our guests well-fed and arrogant fox came. Rabbits become boring her, and she was begging for all sorts of goodies, different from the rabbit, the tourists zahazhivaet.
And now's go to the sea. Way picturesque. 10 minutes downhill - 20 minutes ago up .
The beach is unusual. These white chalk mountains there everywhere.
I'm not tired to shoot them, but they pose for me. This breed even in the African heat stays cool.
in such harsh conditions, sand-anhydrous feel well only people dropped and cacti
Preserve the beauty of pay - no crowds and beach vendors, even in the midst of the summer season
And here is what to do - for example, to dig in the sand and sleep under my mother's hat in the shade ...
kilometer walk along the beach ...
and stumble upon a natural work of art ...
oh yeah, I forgot about the shells - they are there!
and do not forget to blink - from a contrasting combination of colors in the eyes of the "star" run
From the height of the house location is also beautiful!
and the sunset is even better!
go to the left - far from the shore you will see.
There after the last mountain famous Scala dei Turchi
go right - you see the whole reserve
on the road fantastic shapes sand meet
look at the horizon and cry - and land a round!
After all these charms absolutely overkill seems excellent fish dinner. Yes, if I was there just fed sandwiches, I all the same would have been happy. But no - no sandwiches, soup cacciucco taste.
I had then in the morning for a jog advance, the benefit of a picturesque path along the coast at a height. And it happened to me a strange case. Before I could run back 500 meters, suddenly out of the rotation guy shows Arab appearance. I made a face poprivetlivee and "muzzle wedge" to run faster, but there it was. The guy to my French is drawn, that is asking, but what I can not understand. English - no, deutsch - no, russian - no !!, italiano - no !!! As I strained my linguistic abilities in the brain spun thought - and what is he doing here ?? The reserve, at 7 am, away from all the settlements, not the speaker is not the same human language! After we ran away, and I sent him towards the reception desk (in the way he was looking Derain), I was seized by fear serious. I began to look around on the coast discarded boat with refugees, and behind every bush I imagined black guy with his hand outstretched. In general, I run a couple of minutes should be curtailed.
And finally, my mom really liked the bush. "Take a picture of me that brush," she asked me. That's you, Mom, brush in a group picture ...
and brush in profile portraits