L'Italo-Americano

THURSDAY, JANUARY 21, 2016 www.italoamericano.org 16 L'Italo-Americano ITALIAN SECTION | ALL AROUND ITALY TRAVEL TIPS DESTINATIONS ACTIVITIES I t was a beautiful day in November when I stepped off the train in Cefalù. Pots of petunias and geraniums were growing on every windowsill and balcony, and the palm trees that shaded the train station were so perfect they looked like they were made of marzipan. The sun was shining, it was calm, it was peaceful. People were strolling by, they smiled. I knew I was a long way from home. Cefalù is a small Sicilian town built in the shadow of a colossal rock cliff. Thousands of years ago a tribe called the Sicani, thought to be Sicily's oldest inhabitants, built a settlement on that rock cliff. Sicily gets its name from them. When the Greeks arrived in the 8 th century BC, they called the island Trinakria (triangle), and for them it was the land of opportunity, a place where a man could make his fortune. Their Little America. Apparently it was everyone's Little America for in its 3,000 year history Sicily has been invaded and dominated by the Phoenicians, Carthaginians, Greeks, Romans, Goths, Saracen Arabs, Normans, Swabians, Angevins, (whose rule sparked the War of the Sicilian Vespers), the French and the Spanish. Some of them came back more than once. In turn, each conquer- ing power did its best to erase all signs of the civilization before it, and for the most part they were successful. But some traces have survived, and along with them colorful legends like this one: In the 12 th century when the Normans ruled this island, the King, Roger II, encountered a ter- rible storm at sea as he sailed to Sicily from Naples. Fearing for his life, he vowed to build a Cathedral wherever he landed. That turned out to be the fishing village of Cefalù. The king was a man of his word and so by his order con- struction of a Cathedral began in 1131. It was a massive project but he didn't hesitate, as he believed the Normans would rule forever. Little did he know they would lose control of Sicily in less than a hundred years, defeated by the Swabians. There are two parts of this legend that are true, however. The Cathedral was started in 1131 and the Swabian Hohenstaufen dynasty did come into power in 1194. As for the rest, who knows? Today tall palm trees flank wide stone steps that lead to the door of the town's majestic Cathedral. It is like a scene set for a Verdi opera, a spectacular the- atrical entrance created long before Verdi was born. In front of the door there is a wide terrace called a "turniali", and the guide books say that that space was once used as a cemetery. The guide books also say the ceme- tery was created from soil brought from Jerusalem, and con- tains a substance that caused the rapid mummification of corpses. Is it another legend? No idea. All I know is my feel feet funny when I stand on it, but then again that could just be my imagina- tion. In front of a nearby café-bak- ery a group of tourists are milling around the outdoor tables trying to decide whether or not they want to sit down. They're not quite sure where they are, but they like it. Sicily is a tough tour they tell me, too much history, too many curlicued buildings, too many crumbling sites; it all kind of runs together after a while. And everything is so baroquely complicated, even the food. Yesterday they were served an eggplant, olive, caper and celery salad, and pasta with sardines and ferny green things. It's not like any Italian food they have ever had before. And don't I think the ricotta stuffed, chocolate dipped pistachio sprinkled cherry topped puffy pastries in the café are a bit much? Then they spot a young guy dressed in well worn jeans and a baseball cap, leaning against a crumbling wall selling freshly caught squid from a small wood- en box strapped to the back of his motor bike. With a hand rolled cigarette clamped between his thin lips he looks like he's audi- tioning for a Fellini movie. How is it the police allow this, the tourists want to know. Doesn't the town have a Department of Health and Hygiene? I shrug my shoulders. I don't know. He seems pretty relaxed so I have to think he does this all the time. And then, out of nowhere, the sweet fragrance of oregano and tomatoes floats by on a sudden breeze. Someone somewhere nearby is making pizza and in that instant I'm five years old again and back in my grandmother's kitchen. I leave the tourists to their tour and follow my nose and my memories. As I walk along Corso Ruggero, the town's main shop- ping street, a group of kids are going into the Teatro dell'Opera dei Pupi. Momentarily forgetting about the pizza, I go in too. I love Sicilian puppet shows. The pup- peteers are the last of the old time story tellers who once roamed the streets of Sicily recounting the tales of hard fought battles between the Arabs and the Christians. The stories the pup- pets tell are highly idealistic accounts of chivalry, honor, jus- tice, faith and love. And it amazes me, in this age of video game and fast moving television cartoons, how still the kids sit with their eyes wide and mouths open as they watch Norman knights lift papier mache swords to do battle against the Saracen Arabs. The basis of most of the stories the puppet masters recreate is how the Normans conquered Sicily in 1061. What they don't tell is what a sophisticated civi- lization they found, and how they sought to imitate the Arabic architecture, government struc- ture, literature, and especially the food. Many of the ingredients for the meal the tourist were talking about were brought here by the Saracen Arabs, including egg- plants, artichokes, pistachios, sugar cane, lemons and oranges, saffron and the flaky shells for the over-the- top pastries in the bakery. Even the oregano per- fuming the pizza that drew me away from them was brought here by the Arabs. Somehow I don't think that part of the story is told any more. Back on the street after the puppet show, the seductive lure of the Baroque architecture teases with its excesses, making me want to know more. While Sicilian Baroque does include many of the Baroque characteris- tics found in Italy and other European countries, it is also dif- ferent in its use of grimacing masks and scary demons, all cre- ated with a grandiosity not found anywhere else. But who did all this? Who bent and teased those bars of iron into the decorative, elaborate balustrades? Who decided 10 grinning and grimac- ing faces were enough, or should it have been 20? I'm slowly coming to the real- ization that for me there can never be enough Sicily. It's the real Siren calling to me to surren- der, give up the north and move south. Johann Wolfgang Goethe once wrote that without Sicily, Italy leaves no image on the soul, Sicily is the key to everything. And at this moment, as I stand and look around, I couldn't agree more. There are many things to see in Cefalù, historic sites, all neatly listed, categorized and rated by level of interest in any travel book worth its salt. But it's not the sites of Cefalù that I remem- ber but the feeling of the place, the quick smiles and conversa- tions with shop keepers eager to exchange impressions and share stories. It's difficult not to feel the weight of the centuries of history and tradition that surround me. Understanding it however, could take a lifetime. Phyllis Macchioni is a Italian American writer who lives on the Italian Riviera. She is the author of a recently released collection of essays entitled "This Italian Life – People and Places", avail- able on Amazon. Visit her blog at https://www.thisitalianlife.blogsp ot.com or https:// www.face- b o o k . c o m / p h y l l i s . m a c c h i o n i Email:phyllisinitaly@gm ail.com Cefalù is a small Sicilian town built in the shadow of a colossal rock cliff The Sicilian marionette theater Opera dei pupi was proclaimed in 2001 and inscribed in 2008 in the UNESCO Intangible Cultural Heritage Lists Cefalù a place of revelation PHYLLIS MACCHIONI

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