The Home for Wayward Travellers

Jordana del Feld
Sep 2, 2018 · 7 min read

I knew Casa Verdi was the right place for me. It chose me. I was not altogether happy about its choice, but still, I could have gone somewhere else and I stayed, because despite the problems, the place charmed me.

Sicily charmed me. Catania charmed me. I felt overstuffed with Roman grandeur and fancy buildings, and Catania was gritty, decayed, deteriorated, weathered, and edgy bordering on sketchy (sometimes it didn’t just border; the area near my hostel in the wrong direction was sketchy as fuck). Catania reminded me of ghetto-fabulous Buenos Aires.

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