Early afternoon, Thursday, September 28, found us driving our Opel 70 miles northwest,  to our 2-night stay in Trapani, a city of 70,000, on the Mediterranean Sea, with the Aegadian Islands 24 miles due west. Our stay here would be at B&B Drepanon Prosettive Sul Mediterraneo. Before reaching the midpoint of the drive, Marsala, we stopped in Mazara del Vallo, 15 miles south, where we would go on the hunt for the statue of the Dancing Satyr, which Maggie had discovered online during our drive. We expected it would be somewhere on the shores of this port’s waterways, but walked around for 45 minutes, giving up and finally asking the gelato vendor where to find it. Turns out it was in a small, local museum, Museo del Satiro (Museum of the Dancing Satyr), nestled  in the interior of this city, amid a congregation of churches! After our tour of this hole-in-the-wall gem, we continued due north to our 2nd-to-the-last stay on Sicily. Our hostess of our 3rd floor dwelling, Eleanora, was young, gracious and welcoming, giving us hints on  where to eat, plus the free breakfast tickets (coffee & pastry at a local hole-in-the-wall). Parking was an issue, as we were just off the main drag along the waterfront, initially parking at a meter with weird schedules, finally driving a quarter-mile to a covered garage for the balance of our stay. The next day we walked to the ferry terminals to take a 50-minute sprint on a Liberty Line hydrofoil to the island of Favignana, the largest of the Aegadian Islands. We grabbed a couple of coffees ashore, checked out our options (lots of fellow tourists renting bicycles and decided we would stroll along the shoreline’s walkway, moving westward, marveling at the rock formations that appeared to us like remains of ancient domiciles, knowing that in the early Middle Ages, which spanned 1,000 years, ending around 1400 A.D.,  Arabs had used this island as a base for the Islamic conquest of Sicily. Eventually, at a bend in the pathway, we espied a beach spot for umbrella rentals. Being off-season, we were there alone, basking in the sun and the pools of water, walking out onto the rock formations, imagining what might have been going on here 600 years ago! Deciding that we did not want to retrace our steps, assuming there would be a path into the center of the island that we could take back to the ferry terminal. Sure enough! We stumbled onto the one main town on the island, taking a break with some coffees, minding the time to make sure we caught the hydroplane going back to Trapani around 3 PM. This was probably the highlight of the west coast of Sicily.