Photo credit: mac.rj It was in August that I moved to Sicily. 12 August 2011, to be precise. So it looks like I’ve got a two-year anniversary coming up. Mind you, in the way of all relationships, there are various … Continue reading
Photo credit: Nathan Rupert Here at San Giovanni Li Cuti what sand there is is black. Not because it’s dirty (although it’s littered with rubbish), but because the rocks that created it were – like much of the stone from … Continue reading
Photo credit: Mr Jive “Via Etnea! Etnea!” The young girl beside me on the bus is dredging up every last scrap of her English to tell the four tourists across the aisle from her where they are. “Here you work!” … Continue reading
The town of Acitrezza is decked in red and yellow ribbons. They flutter from balconies as old men perch on the steps of the church of the saint that the ribbons are celebrating: San Giovanni Battista. Even at this time, … Continue reading
We peer out of the door of the bar into the drizzle which can no longer really be called drizzle and is now plain, common-or-garden, gets-you-proper-wet rain. The girl behind the bar pulls a face. I’m pretty sure I do … Continue reading
So I spent last weekend in Cefalù and it was lovely. Words to come next week, but in the meantime here are some pictures. Enjoy!
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
