A "stroll" through Mistretta

Setting foot in Mistretta reminded me of the small mining communites near my hometown. The streets were narrow with houses aligned closely on both sides. There were people in front of many of the houses and as we wandered through town looking for any hotel, we noticed that more and more people were following closely behind us. Talk about strangers in a strange land, we could not speak Italian and no one else could speak English. As we walked on in eerie silence, we noticed that we now had a procession of more that 100 people following us. The only thing that I kept thinking about was the conversation about the Mafia with the young Italian student on the train . I was certain that these people were as wary of us as we were of them. Finally, we stumbled upon a small hotel.