After our time in Turkey, I rolled right into the next project, based an hour-and-a-half away by car in the Morgantina Museum, town of Aidone, region of Enna, somehow still island of Sicily. It took me some time to get over the shock of this temporary but still grueling commuter life. Imagine this: 3 hours in a car everyday driving half the time at wheel-gripping high speeds on the autostrada and the other half on equally wheel-gripping hilly, curvy terrain, always circuitous but with no other way to make it to the tippy top of the very high hill on which the lovely, breezy, never-too hot town of Aidone is perched.
I didn't see much of Aidone other than the inside of the museum and the bar down the road I frequented for my daily more (that would be blackberry) or gelsi (that would be mulberry) granita. And the breathtaking views as I descended from the town down to the site of Morgantina itself when I was asked to advise on some conservation issue as the American archaeologists and students uncovered more of the marvelous Hellenistic baths they have been excavating there since 2001.
As I got used to the commute and the full-time immersion that is archaeological field conservation, I also learned to enjoy those drives and take full advantage of the novelty of having all that time to myself. Loud retro music on Virgin Radio became my best friend on those drives. And my eyes grew attached to the changing landscape I drove through. Starting with the citrus groves in the Piana di Catania/Palagonia area, quickly moving into the drier, never-ending yellow of Sicily's breadbasket in the Raddusa area: nothing but hills of wheat fields as far as the eye could see. Other finer details did not escape me either: the smell of eucalyptus that signaled I was beginning the climb up to Aidone, how tiny I felt as I wound my way around rows of wind turbines that dotted a certain stretch of golden fields, the detour around a collapsed tunnel that required slowing down to a snails pace and let me peek through the fence of an inviting agriturismo, and on the ride home that first glimpse of the spectacular stretch of blue sea from the Catania exit of the autostrada that reminded me that all this driving was worth it if it meant I could spend the evenings at home with my family.
A Sicilian summer work adventure you could call it. And I do recommend exploring the Aidone-Morgantina area. I'll tell you the best route to get there!
the landscape around Aidone with Mt. Etna near (click to see those wind turbines)
and the part of the museum you don't want to see!