David Hume and his wife Cathy have extended their travels to go south of the mainland to the romantic island in the sun, Sicily, where a half-dozen separate civilizations have grown, flourished, and left their remnants for us to see. A must-read for prospective tourists.
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I read this book in one sitting, unable to put it down. I split my time between New York and Sicily, where I have been researching the food and customs. I cannot believe that either Mr. Hume or his wife ever got behind the wheel of a car in Sicily, and certainly not in Palermo. The account of 'courteous drivers nodding and smiling and waving others through' must have taken place in another city, perhaps not at all. Petty though it may seem to bring this up, Mr. Hume owes it to the first time visitor to Sicily to paint an accurate picture. Five minutes on any street in Palermo will have you wishing for rush hour in Manhattan on a Friday. Anyone driving into Palermo for the first time will turn around and drive right back to the airport, never experiencing the splendor of the island. It's only fair to let people know what they're getting into. And about that microwaved sandwich you ate, Mr. Hume...couldn't you have grabbed some cheese and fruit - or at least say you did? You must have worked hard to find someone who actually owned a microwave in Sicily. Most Sicilians find them blasphemous. All in all, I appreciate anyone who appreciates Sicily and Mr. Hume certainly seems to do just that. I only wonder how Mrs. Hume felt...