I have seen many churches and kissed many men...That's right baby I'm in Sicily.
The towns and villages of the northeast coast are stacked upon each other at the foot of Mt. Etna. Black volcanic rock is used to pave the streets and support the church steeples. Church bells ring every fifteen minutes and Vespers buzz like bees in and out of the constant chaotic traffic. Driving on the whole is hilarious. This is a place where rearview mirrors are ornamental and defensive driving is having one hand at the ready on the horn.
The people here are so dramatic and friendly. Every meal (that's what seems to spontaneously happen whenever people gather) has a festive atmosphere. They all have a burning curiosity about Australia. They want to know if there are kangaroos in the cities and if we have busses. They are also intrigued by the dark and wily schemes of crocodiles.
You should climb Mt. Etna for no other reason than to hear groups of Germans say 'magma' a lot.