There are places where you arrive and instantly think, Yep, this is going to be one of those places. The kind of village where your camera never gets a break and your legs suddenly decide that climbing hills sounds like a great idea. Erice, Sicily, is definitely one of those places. We arrived around four in the afternoon. The sun was still shining, the weather was warm, and we figured we wouldn’t need jackets. Spoiler alert: we were a little too optimistic. On Our Way to Erice The Higher We Climbed, the Whiter Everything Became Erice sits about 2,500 feet…