TripAdvisor Reviews Hotel Gardenia Palermo
Travel Blogs from Palermo
... the pizzeria right next to the train station, and watched the locals fill up the neighboring tables as we sat down. Finding locals in a restaurant is ALWAYS a good sign. We ordered eggplant caponata and insalata caprese with a bottle of Peroni beer. The dishes were deliciously simple and familiar and filing, all at once. We also tried some of the tender, thin-crust pizza, fresh from the wood-fire oven inside. So good. ...
... to visit 4 10 years. Fantastic!!
First of course the duomo, then lunch under the grape vine, then the castillo.
Then hit the waves, what a fabulous day.
After returning to Palermo drinks at the first bar,
A large beer and what seemed like a pint of gin n a dash of tonic 4 jen n I.
Ended day with a lovely meal n a gelato n Canelo at our local gelataria.
Its tough but we r hanging in there.
Ann nJeff xxx
We had met a couple of locals who had told us we need to go to Cefalu which is a beach town not too far from palermo so today we caught a one hour train along the coast to go there. On our way to the train station we walked through the markets in Palermo and stopped at a shop to buy some water. The shop keepers got so excited to see us and wanted photos so us. They kept saying "bellisimo!" Which means very beautiful haha. ...
... with curious Mandarin sound effects that I found quite weird. My palms rested above her tiny waist and just as I was sliding them up her petite frame the door opened and Tommaso entered.
“Mama Mia, what is this!” he exclaimed with a bewildered, jackass grin as a very embarrassed Wendy withdrew from me and slinked to her bed.
“Wendy was uncertain if men found her attractive because she feels she isn’t slim enough” I said, ...
... are you?” I greeted. She had just arrived from Palermo in a short black dress and heels.
“I’m fine thank you” she said with an almost incomprehensible Chinese accent as she lugged her gigantic pink suitcase to her bed.
“Where are you from?” she asked as I strapped on my watch and applied scent under my arms.
“India” I said proudly.
“India? Not possible!” she exclaimed dismissively. ...