This day is another long bus ride that is entitled "hilltops, windmills,
and wine". The hilltops part refers to the city of Erice.
Another small town with cobblestone streets. By this time, it's starting
to get a little repetitive: walk up the hill, walk down the hill, repeat.
But like all the hilltop towns, the views are fantastic.
Behind the photographer is an accordion playing yet another version of
"O Sole Mio".
Out over the fields.
And on the other side up the coast.
