Ciao, Sicily

13 Apr

What is there about certain places that touch the heart? The colors, the sunshine, the aromas, the evening light speak a language we understand immediately. Southeastern Sicily is that way for me as Capetown, South Africa is for Dana. The place was familiar from the first time we saw the land.

Sicily is red roses in a lavender hedge, the smell of simmering pasta sauce as you walk on a narrow cobbled street in early afternoon, a musical language punctuated with eloquent hands in a constant story, breathtaking, close-calls with very small cars in very narrow streets, a brioche stuffed with deep, rich ricotta cheese, apricot stucco buildings with celery green trim, Catholic churches on every other corner and in every village, shops closed from 12 to 3 and afternoon naps,  white, white laundry on the neighbors line, savory fresh pasta, old men walking with hands clasped in back and young men gathering in small groups to smoke and laugh. Sicily is women in their doorways who nod and say, “Bongiorno.” and “Ciao.” softly as you pass by.

 

 

2 Responses to “Ciao, Sicily”

  1. Annuu April 13, 2017 at 2:08 pm #

    What a beautiful picture you painted for us!

    • Jill April 13, 2017 at 3:17 pm #

      Thank you Annuu.

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