There must be hundreds, if not thousands, of places in Sicily where you can sip a glass of Zibibbo wine as you nibble on traditional sesame biscuits, or other specialities of some local master backer. But if at the same time you are 60 feet underground in a cave made of lava, with your toes bathed by the cool clear waters of a mountain stream wich gargles and gurgles past, reminding you both of the lowly washerwoman who scrubbed here, and of the noble Ancient Romans who came to portake of the spa water, then you can only be in the Agorà Hostel. Above ground, the ambience is dynamic: restaurant, bar, internet, all animated in unpredictable and extraordinary colours. You can hear young people from all over the world speaking different lenguages, playing different music, wearing different clothes, as they relax in the sea, sun and climate of Sicily. The hostel is on upper floors. Next door, the medieval fish market provides fresh colour, food, flavours, and aromas every morning, to furnish a typical Sicilian cuisine wich is nevertheless conscious of European taste.
(Pippo Mascolino)