Yesterday Gaspare, the receptionist here at the Hotel Carmine, offered to give me a ride to the Florio wine cellar. On the way, I asked about his job. He’s actually an art history teacher with a Master’s Degree in Tourism. Such a charming and intelligent young man, but he needed an advanced degree to get a job as a receptionist in a hotel.
On the way to Erice, we passed more salt flats by the sea. Erice perches on an enormous mountain surrounded by flat plains. Getting up to Erice involves hairpin turns rivaling those on Mt. Tamalpais.