One night in Sicily we slept in Erice, in the clouds high above Trapani, where you can see North Africa (!) on a clear day.
Our hotel was a sprawling complex of cottages clinging to the side of a mountain, covered in ivy, surrounded by an ancient pine grove.
Our brown dog, Elle, loves pinecones (she fetches them like balls) and it was so much fun to watch her little brain explode with excitement over this magical place.
I kept thinking Byron would be so at home here.
And I wonder what she was thinking looking at this view?
It's not hard to see why I left a little piece of my heart in this little town in the clouds.
(I like to think I exchanged it for the extra bit of waistline I took home after all of the seafood we ate there.)
p.s. photos of the town of Erice later this week.