It doesn't get more beautiful than this. I really felt like I wasn't in Kansas anymore, sitting here. 

This was taken looking straight up into one of the domes.  

A volunteer tour guide grabbed me and showed me where to stand to get the best picture of all 5 of the domes of the church. I didn't understand her at first, but she repeated herself very very very slowly in Italian and I figured it out. Does this mean I can put "speaks Italian" on my C.V.? 

Poor Jen was so sick all weekend, I think this is the only place she really got to see. This is proof that she actually WAS in Palermo, though. 

Typical Palermo cityscape. 

Jen. 

Me, at the biiig palazzo around the corner from our hotel.  

Seriously. You gotta be kiddin' me. Are these really Sicilian mammas, or actors hired for my benefit? You be the judge. 

In Sicily, and Thinking of Home.

I had to take a picture of this place, even if the guy isn't impressed...for people who don't know, we call my dad Popo. 

Oranges at the Ballero Market. 

Since I had to take a course on "Media and Power" this semester (note the enthusiasm), I thought this grafitti was kind of funny.  

This gate into old Palermo (from the road to Monreale) was built by William II, who was in his "Tunisian period," having just conquered, um, Tunisia. These figures are SCARY. And huge. You can't really get a sense of scale from this photo, because I zoomed in to catch some of the scary scary details.