When I left my B&B in Salerno this morning to head to the station I happened to have a closer look at the hill overlooking the town and noticed a castle ruin on it.

You don’t see that sort of thing in Australia, that’s for sure.

This is the view from my accommodation in Salerno. Obviously they feel great love for their neighbour Naples, although I hope it is more than just soccer rivalry.

Reggio is the province my mother migrated from, so I suppose it is one of my places of origin, but for me home is Australia. So imagine how pleased I was to see lots of Norfolk Island pines and Moreton bay figs lining the seaside esplanade in Reggio.

I must say, Reggio Di Calabria is much nicer than I expected it to be. I visited the Castle, which is believed to date to the 6th century and built on an earlier fortress site, and enjoyed the views of the city.

Due to earthquakes, there is little else of this 3000 year old city which is more than a century old.

A couple of photos of the cathedral in Reggio. Note the Greek inscription over the entry – it’s not too long since they used to speak Greek in this part of the world. Prior to emigrating in the late 50s, my mother still had an uncle from a Greek speaking village slightly inland from her home village.

To borrow from Dostoyevsky, and then turn it around 180 degrees, I have a charming little anecdote about my visit to Messina.

Yesterday on the bus back from Tipoldi, I got to talking with a very ancient old man sitting next to me. Before he got off the bus he gave me as a memento of our chat this hand carved flute.

You should never stop believing in the goodness and generosity of most people.

Tipoldo is about 16km south of Messina in the hills above the shoreline. As you can see, the view is amazing and I assume that is some ancient hill top fortress.

I got there by riding the tram south from my hotel til the end of the line and then doing likewise with a bus.

iPhone photos cannot do justice to the spectacular sights I see along my trip.

Like most people I have a vain side, although I try not to indulge it too often. In Italy, people with university degrees frequently can lay claim to the title ‘dottore’, as it indicates that they are educated. So someone called me dottore yesterday, and despite having dropped out of my masters degree over 20 years ago I still felt rather chuffed about it and learned.

This building on top of the highest hill in Cosenza is a Norman castle.

I don’t normally take photos at night but I was at dinner with the group I’m with, and the castle was so well lit.

Dinner was good fun with everyone quite rambunctious and I will be sad when this conference is over tomorrow and we all go our separate ways, except for the sad reality that all wine and good food makes Ernesto a rather tubby boy.

After this, on the rest of my travels in Italy I will need to simply eat the free breakfast in the hotel each morning and no other meal most days, and walk everywhere! Otherwise I am going to come back rather overweight!

I’m in Cosenza for a few days at a cultural conference. Yesterday we went on a bus trip into the hills outside Cosenza. There we visited a very unique wine making project outside Acri, an ancient hill town which predates Greek settlement.

A local archeologist, with the sponsorship of a university, has recently embarked on making wine the Ancient Greek way, as people would have done here 2500 years ago, in amphorae buried in the Earth.

The whole idea is fascinating, especially as I am an amateur wine maker myself. The wine, Acroneo, is made from very ancient grape varieties and is very tasty too.

When I get home I’ll need to try and get some of it shipped over.