December 31, 2011
Hi everyone,
Buon Anno! Auguri! Best wishes for a blissful year ahead.
Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls.
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November 16, 2011 Tip your head back in Southeast Sicily, and this is what you see.
What do you see looking skyward in your neck of the woods? *** September 3, 2011 Pazienza. A Sicilian mantra. For one full year, I had the patience of a saint. My favorite al fresco coffee bar sat at the foot of this scaffolding. Each morning the sandblasted stone let loose an angry flurry of grit, turning my laptop a dusty gray. Eyes stung, ears hurt. Paradiso lost.
But now the church of San Giuseppe has been unveiled. Life is back to normal. Splendor in the morning sun. Dustless coffee. Noiseless pastry. Paradiso regained. August 9, 2011 Water runs again in our village fountains. How many years were they dry? I’m not sure, actually, but this year the village coughed up around 250,000 euro to make them gush again. These antiques now have a modern twist. See for yourself.
 Restoring Ibla's Fountains A large, wide basin at the foot of Ragusa Ibla where donkeys drank and women did the laundry is also under reconstruction. Ragusa Ibla is lucky to have money for things like this, thanks to its status as a World Heritage Site. In the poor village of Cassaro about an hour away, a wall mural has replaced the old village fountain. It sort of breaks my heart.  Casaro, Sicily *** July 21, 2011 Santina and I had drunk our coffees in the kitchen and viewed the family altar in her bedroom. Then she led me into a third small room. Every inch of wall space was hung with paintings. Unframed canvases were stacked high on a table. “They are mine,” she said, beaming.
“One night my mother was suffering so much that I didn’t know what to do. So I painted this.” She went back into the kitchen and left me looking and thinking. I picked up a portfolio. Its cardboard cover had been painted over with a bright-eyed young woman wearing a strand of pearls. “Who is this, Signora?” I asked, carrying it back into the kitchen.
“That is me,” she smiled. *** Thanks to Haley at Fa l’Americana for this nice award.  Click to subscribe to BaroqueSicily.
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