This last definition for the Sicilians, almost by antonomasia, is referred to the province of Ragusa. Perhaps because, at a certain moment in its history, it found itself nominated as a province, maybe by chance or by whim. But the ragusano doesn’t get offended, he has a wandering farmer eye, as well as a farmer of that gentry, just looking sleepy, which has understood that one should never settle for a title or for belongings, but it is necessary to capitalize them, like the history of its territory did before. Here history is told by the stones, if you stop a moment to learn their language, from the Duomo di San Giorgio, lace and Ibla living room, a bastion and symbol of rebirth, to the all of the baroque of the “two” Ragusa.
They tell about the tremendous effort of the people, the pride and the victory on the disaster of the 1693 earthquake, with their yellow stone, bold and seductive, which is golden in the blinding sun of Sicily, silhouetted in the blue cobalt sky.
This city seduces and enchants, preserves an ancient candor and a soft beauty, from white sheets, still warm from the bodies they have wrapped in, overlooking the golden hills surrounding the city, now interrupted here and there by the green patches of carob trees, from deep valleys furrowed by the streams that, during the fresh summer nights, scented by Mediterranean plants, recall the chatter of the waters with the croaking of frogs that resonate up to the salons of the great sandstone palaces..
If in a spring day a traveler asked me to visit this wonderful part of the Val di Noto,
I would take him along the old road that crosses the Alti Iblei, the last strip of the province of Catania Vizzini, state town of ancient foundation, the home of the illustrious realist writer Giovanni Verga, perched and scenic, that traditions, architecture and culture, is similar to the territory of Ragusa, then take the old road that connected the Etnean center to with the Ragusa area. A road passing through valleys and turns, ascending on Iblee hills and meets beautiful green forests, rich in streams and farms, cliffs and caves with suggestive names, like the hollow of Volaci, ancient rock tombs, like the Saints caves and Coins, source of ancient legends of rich trusses.