We made it only halfway up the volcano. In theory you can go up to the rim of the crater if all is quiet, but dear Etna had been spitting fire not that long before our visit, and dumped a load of lava on the cable car. Hence we were not able to proceed any further than what had been the bottom station. We saw the green masts of the cable car sticking out of a rather fresh lava field. A short climb over the rough rocky terrain and a glimpse at some side craters was all we could do.
Anyway, it was impressive. From the slope the view over the coastline, island and sea is already wide. Standing on the summit it must feel like being on top of the world.
What do I remember? The moon-like devastated landscape without any bit of green. And most of all, the colours. The lava fields have an incredible range of colours, all shades of brown, olive green and grey, reddish, blueish, and yellow patches of sulphur. Fascinating. I apologize for the lack of quality in my scanned photos and the lousy tint they have despite much editing. Please use your imagination.
From a souvenir shop up there I bought a necklace with little lava pearls and turquoise glass pearls, which I still have. Of course they claimed it was made with original lava from the Etna. I have no idea whether that is true or not. But it does not matter to me. The necklace was not expensive, it is pretty, and it brings back the memories whenever I wear it.