Freddy and Stan woke the next day with an extra spring in their step – it was an easy-peasy bike ride of less than 15 kilometers to the ruins of Agrigento and their Airbnb. After the last three days – no problem, my main men! To boot, much of their journey was along the smooth Sicilian coastline.

And, the road was full of delights along the way. They saw the Turkish steps, really just a striking white stone structure. They passed by a ruined Roman house. And they toured the childhood home of Nobel prize winner Luigi Pirandello, someone of whom the Agrigentonians were most obviously proud.

The ruins at Agrigento were the biggest, most imposing yet. The city of Agrigento was clearly visible from the ruins.

Nearby was a museum where the new people had taken some of the best stuff made by the people of olden times.

It was in coming to Agrigento that Freddy and Stan were to learn a vital fact of Sicily – many cities are made of stairs. Thousands upon millions of stairs. And Freddy had, with a heart as a light as a feather, ordered an Airbnb at the very topmost of all of these stairs, for Freddy and Stan to haul their bikes up. This taught our boys another important lesson – the shortest bike rides can be the hardest!

Glutes and quads afire, Freddy and Stan made it to their Airbnb, ready for a feast. Sicily was usually good for a feast.

They were to stay in Agrigento two nights, giving their legs time to heal from the horrors wrought upon them.

Agrigento was yet another picturesque town, filled with tiny alleyways and art.

The two delighted in the pasticcerie, now serving Easter time treats.

They saw a procession around a statue of Jesus, and Jesus himself! (And did a car try to drive through this crowd of people having a religious ceremony? Yes!!)

They found churches galore to admire, including one built out of the ruins of a temple to the true, Greek gods.

And they ate.