The Home for Wayward Travellers
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.

