March 14–30

Every journey is an adventure, especially if you set off without a predefined plan, carrying only an idea of the destination you’d like to reach within the time you have.

If that time amounts to fifteen days, and the adventure takes place on an island whose maximum width doesn’t even reach three hundred kilometers, then you are free to turn at every crossroads in whichever direction you wish—drawn by the name of a place, a symbol on the map promising a landscape of unusual beauty, or simply by a scent carried on the wind at that very moment. And if you also carry full camping gear, which means the freedom to stop wherever you feel like and stay as long as you wish, adventure is guaranteed.

That’s how Bryan and I pedaled across Sicily.