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A View Worth a Scramble in the Sicilian Sun

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During my recent trip to Chiang Dao, “City of Stars,” I climbed 500 stairs every morning to reach a mountaintop Temple in a remote reach of Northern Thailand.

As I loped up the wide, meandering stairs lined with motivational messages on either side, I recalled a set of stairs in another remote part of the world that was a little less…encouraging.

The dreaded stairs.

These stairs required more of a clamber in a hot, late-summer sun in the Sicilian city of Taormina – just off the tip of Italy’s boot. And, since the objective at the top was the rented apartment in which we were staying, there wasn’t an option but to clamber multiple times a day.

The apartment rental listing gave fair warning: The house is accessible only by 200 “march-ons” and you must have good physic form and love nature to choose it.” I was traveling with my mom throughout Italy that summer of 2017, and we are both in good shape, so we dismissed the threat of the “march-ons,” and booked the home at the top of the cliff.

Tuscan wine tour
My mom and me in Tuscany before our trip to Sicily.

When we arrived, our host Graziella greeted us at the base of the stairs with her son Alessandro, who quickly took our bags. We protested, of course, “the bags are heavy, please don’t worry, we can carry them…” but Alessandro was insistent. He would carry the bags.

Sicily stairs
View from about halfway to the top.

Halfway up the stairs, we understood why. We were literally starting to use our hands and Alessandro was showing the strain of lugging our bags straight up a cliff with (far more than) 200 “march-ons” carved into the side.

Stairs in Taormina in Sicily
My mom pointing at the stairs. “We made it!”

Once we got to the top, we laughed together with our hosts to salute the accomplishment, and my mom and I turned around to take in the view.

Taormina, Sicily
A view well worth the climb.

We had another guest joining us in that clifftop home in Sicily, my best friend, Marlena.

Marlen in Sicily

I quickly messaged Marlena that the stairs were no joke and that my mom and I would meet her at the bus station so that she didn’t have to haul her bag up alone. However, Marlena was already on her way and without wifi, so she didn’t receive my warning.

Ever resourceful, Marlena hopped in a cab at the bus station (missing my mom and me posted up at the station café), and soon stood at the base of the stairs looking straight up.

Suitcase at the base of the stairs
Marlena’s bag and the stairs. I suspect she knew I would blog about the stairs one day!

She started on her way, but stopped at the last dwelling before the climb got real, asking a kindly gentleman sitting on his porch if she was going the right way.

After an amusing “conversation” that involved mostly pointing, the man understood and walked to meet her on the stairs. He turned dramatically, cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed: ALESSANDRO! ALESSANDRO!

At which point, Marlena reports that she could see the form of a young man scaling the stairs to greet her. Just as he did a day earlier, Alessandro hoisted Marlena’s bag and led her to the top.

From our lookout high above Taormina, we caught up and relaxed. There was a day that my mom didn’t leave the house and, looking back at her waving form in the window, I couldn’t help but think she resembled Rapunzel trapped in a tower. But mostly, this was a crew of travel troopers.

Ancient Theatre of Taormina
My mom and Marlena put up with stairs, rain AND my camera!

They even did the climb in rainy weather for a day of soggy sightseeing.

Ancient Theatre of Taormina
My mom was determined to get every euro out of a ticket to the Ancient Theatre of Taormina, even in the rain.

And Marlena would often make my mom’s day by climbing down the stairs and into town to buy coffee, then making the climb back up before my mom could wake up without her morning caffeine fix.

A night out on the town in Taormina
Without that morning coffee, my mom may not have made the climb for a memorable evening out with a new friend.

As we lounged about on our balcony, garden, and terrace far above the Sicilian coastline, each of us agreed that the view, the trip, and the company were worth every single step.

About the Author

Hi! I’m Jen!

I’m a freelance writer and travel blogger who quit my nine-to-five after my fiancé, Jeff, died of cancer at the age of 40. When he died, I realized that life is just too short to delay our dreams. Since my dream was to travel and write, I now travel and write full-time. Today I wear hiking boots instead of heels and collect experiences instead of things.

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