I had long been dreaming of Sicily; the painted postcard of my mind blazed with visions of sun blasted Piazzas, pretty terraces splashed with wildflowers, hamlets sitting atop the hills, and long lingering afternoons dozing off lunch and limoncello. I knew when I first spied Taormina that my mind?s eye had been on the money.
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