If only I were a goat!

I am  not really sure if I agree with the grading of some of the walking trails in Sicily – they definitely do not take people with average fitness levels into consideration and neither do they factor in the effects of the temperature. Just the other day a group of us took what was deemed an easy trail only to find ourselves on all fours for the final part of the ascent; the wind was not helping us feel secure on our feet and the trail was now a steep piece of rock and although one of us had a carabiner, none of us had any rope (ok, I might just have exaggerated the steepness here). It would seem that every time we go walking we start off by having to climb uphill – we almost always consider turning back (due to the lactic acid building up) but the desire to see what is beyond keeps us motivated just enough to continue (I know, anyone would think we were attempting to climb K2).

This time we had gone to Francavilla di Sicilia to take a circular walk which skirts part of the Alcantara river. When we got to its medieval centre we noticed straight away that we could also reach the ruins of a castle high on a hill overlooking the town. The route was marked as easy but we immediately sensed that it would not be when we looked up and saw how steep the hill was. We pressed on anyway, attracted the attention of some goats and stopped often to admire the view, or if I am to be honest, to catch our breath. When we neared the top and the trail has disappeared I nearly turned back. I blame the wind and the wobbly legs that by that point I had for momentarily turning me into a bit of a woose. I was encouraged to continue by ‘I have conquered the mountain’ shouts and the promise of a spectacular view together with some ruins to explore so I steadied my legs and crawled up the last bit.

The view was worth it!

On the way back down which by the way, killed my knees, we saw some goats high on a craggy rock face – easy for them and their nifty trotters, just not easy for us hefty two-legged folk. Back in the medieval heart of Francavilla di Sicilia we nosed around a derelict building which still had old jars of sauce on its now rather exposed shelves before taking the circular walk we had originally intended to do.Derelict house FrancavillaWe immediately passed some old ruins of a Greek settlement which seem to have been left to decline into further ruin (if that is possible). Covered by a now rather shabby shelter which is falling apart the ruins seemed to be inaccessible to the public but are proudly marked by a sign on the route.  Nevertheless, the rest of the walk didn’t disappoint and we were taken to some beautiful spots on the Alcantara river. Two snakes were spotted, one ‘good’ snake attempting to exit the water and another ‘bad’ one which had been warming up its body on the wall. Slightly freaked out by the viper we walked much more heavily through a section of path which was almost completely overgrown just in case there were more snakes around. After the old mill the trail started to go uphill again – easy for the goat and maybe a goat herder but not so easy for the average Joe in the now hot midday sun but don’t let me put you off as this is a beautiful walk and it is relatively easy – I’m just a little unfit and the climb to the castle finished me off. If you want to try the walk yourself click on this helpful link here.

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