So I spent a little longer in Sciacca then planned, however the town is so beautiful and the people were very warm and friendly. You must remember almost no one in Sicily speaks English and I have no Italian other than a small smattering of words and an ever increasing array of hand jesters and shoulder shrugs, So from booking hotel rooms to ordering breakfast lunch and diner and all communications in between it's a variable comedy sketch. Yesterday morning on my way out of the walled city I spotted a local Barbers Shop and couldn't resist the opportunity. So here I am in an old red barbers chair, Religious Statues of the Madonna and Patron Saints in miniatures on shelves surround me, the Radio pulsing with Mario Alanzo belting out a heart retching number setting the tone in the background and just as Giovanni has the straight razor at my throat for the final shave, the sun creeps through the doorway accompanied by the sound of pigeons and I'm thinking shit if my memory serves me correctly this is when there's a squeal of tires and a burst of machine gun fire. Anyhow having survived both the bad movie relapse and Giovanni's splash on after shave,I reluctantly left Sciacca behind and headed out to the historic Temple ruins of Selinunte to visit the sacred site of Hera the Goddess of the feminine. The site is breathtaking both energetically and visually.
I will fill you in more on this magical place tomorrow.

Sacred Jewels