Trapani: the city that never eats

Trapani, Sicily, Italy, viewed from Gondola:

I find this photo truly shocking because, while it suggests a thriving urban metropolis, few, if any, of the buildings here are stores.  And if they are stores, they are not open.  Which is why we had to scavenge for food in Trapani, but more on that later.

The World Beach Festival

The beach was real crowded.  What you can't see is the bathhouse gauntlet we had cross to reach this beach.  I think we didn't take a picture because it was too traumatizing.  

The bus stop in Trapani.  Every single meal was eaten here.  

Is that something on the top of that hill?  An entire secret city, maybe?

Just hanging out on top of the secret city.  

What foreign invaders find when they've finished climbing the hill (mountain).  The secret city of Erice.  Suckas!

An actual candid of us trying to read a bus schedule

The awesome roof top of our hostel.  Where Ginny taught us the Presidents game.  Which Beau won.  And then insisted we call him "Beaubama" for the rest of the night.

The last day we took a ferry to Fofollkjafijfs Island off of Sicily.  Which we were pretty sure had never been inhabited by humans.  Until the end of the day.  When we went through the bustling town center. Regardless, we found an awesome beach.  

Strange, presumably Sicilian, man.  Orange speedo, side hair, young child with floaties.  And what you can't see is his long pony tail

Just a little proof that Beau has a rolly-back-pack...

Dragon Center.  This explains all the dragon shirts in Europe.