September 26, 2011
Which is your favorite Sicilian Gang of Four?
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September 26, 2011 Which is your favorite Sicilian Gang of Four? *** Congratulations to Lynne of the beautiful blog Decollete Glimpses who has won the drawing for the porta banana! *** Click to subscribe to BaroqueSicily.
September 15, 201 We’re the Three Best Friends That Anyone Could Have We’re the Three Best Friends That Anyone Could Have… July 3, 2011 Summer is in full swing. The wind blows up from the Sahara. The sun burns; the Ionian cools. We’re sitting at a kiosk at the “Aziz” beach, 2 kilometers east of Donnalucata in Southeast Sicily. “Three hours on the beach, the best coffee money can buy, two fresh brioches, and a turquoise view of the Mediterranean that extends to Africa,” Kim says, “All for five euro.” Happy Fourth! Are you on the beach? **** Directions: From Donnalucata, drive 2 kms east (following signs to Marina di Modica and Siracusa). When you see a (faded ) sign that says “Aziz” and “Pizzeria,” turn right and go all the way to the water, where you’ll see a white “kiosk.” Ask locals for help: everyone knows Aziz. Go early to get good parking: the bar opens at 9am and is peaceful until about 11:00. June 29, 2010 Assai megghiu addivintirai si a la morti pinsirai, goes an old Sicilian saying. You’ll be a better person if you think about death. The walls in Sicily are bulletin boards of death, so there’s ample opportunity here to think about it.
The black-bordered papers called necrologie are everywhere. Ciao Nonno Salvatore one reads. Bye Grandpa Salvatore.
A guy with a brush and a pot of glue rides around on his motorino plastering necrologie around town.
My Sicilian-American friend Mary, who has lived here for twenty-some years, says she was “freaked out” by the “morbid things” when she first arrived, but I find them endearing. They celebrate you all over the neighborhood for months, even years, while all we Americans get is a tiny newspaper blurb for a day. Li morti aprinu l’occhi a li vivi, say the Sicilians. The dead open the eyes of the living. ***
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