Mopeds in Sicily
There’s so much more to mopeds than just being a cheap, versatile form of transport. As I walk along the road I see a girl in a barrista’s apron come out of the bar where she presumably works. She’s on … Continue reading
There’s so much more to mopeds than just being a cheap, versatile form of transport. As I walk along the road I see a girl in a barrista’s apron come out of the bar where she presumably works. She’s on … Continue reading
It’s a bit hectic around here at the moment, what with teaching and writing for other publications and what-have-you. Not to mention the very important business of spending time on the beach with friends, away from the computer, so that … Continue reading
The Ferrovia Circumetnea train pulls into the station at Catania Borgo and a surprising number of people spill out, given that it’s only 9.30 in the morning and, depending on where they’ve come from, they could have travelled anything up … Continue reading
Fimmina senza amuri è fiore senza oduri A woman without love is a flower without perfume – Sicilian proverb It’s the last class of the evening. We’ve been talking about manners and culture, and we’re all tired. I wind up … Continue reading
“Oh my god, Kate! Get down here. You have to see this …” Kate and I are in Randazzo. We’d only intended to be here for an hour to grab some lunch and then head on, but we got distracted … Continue reading