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September 12, 2013 I found Giovanna baking in the sun like the lizards on the wall behind her.  A heliotropic flower, her face turned sunward.“You want to photograph me?”
 “Ma perche?” (She pronounced it pee-kay, like Sicilians do.)
Born and raised right here. In this very spot. An entire life in a sleepy stone town, never stepping off the isle she calls home. *** September 1, 2013 I was in Sortino, “Città del Miele”, prowling the streets for a jar of wild-thyme honey.
And there was Gino Cavallero, poking his head out the door. We got to chatting. Turns out he was on the crew of the Irminio Bridge near Modica, the highest bridge in Sicily. I often drive to Modica on little back roads and see his bridge. I wasn’t sure I liked it–modern things in Sicily don’t usually impress–but now I think of Gino and his sweet smile and two years of hard labor whenever I see it. For me it’s “Gino’s Bridge.”
The central pier is 144 meters, he tells me. He went up and down it in a cable car. No, he didn’t have vertigo, not like some of the other men, who were afraid to work that high up. It didn’t bother him. A metal worker, he welded stuff together, from what I could gather, and worked on the bridge for 2 years. He is very humble. “My part wasn’t important; we were a team.” But from the gleam in his eye, I know he’s also proud.
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June 16, 2013 Hey Daddy! It’s your day! Felice giorno del padre. (Fay-lee-chay jawr-noh del pah-dray.) Celebrate!! But if you’re Italian (or Spanish or Portuguese), your day has come and gone. Festa del Papa was March 19. Well, never mind. Here are some Proud Sicilian Padres.
I’m celebrating with my daddy today. Yay, padre mio! Thanks for dragging me across the Big Pond at 14 and igniting my Euro-Lust. I knew then I’d return for good. (Never mind how many decades it took.) *** Click to subscribe to BaroqueSicily.
May 29, 2013 Spotted on the Streets of Southeast Sicily: Mama’s Pride and Joy, Mama’s Glamour Boy.
*** May 21, 2013 After Debora’s runway show, I wanted to photograph her in better lighting conditions. She arrived at my home one evening with an armload of her designer duds. We shot outside on the street, the late sun pouring down like molten gold. She kept running back into the house to change. The neighbors seemed curious. They hung from windows or gawped from cars. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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