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May 12, 2011 An anonymous, solitary hour. Lured by the promise of coffee, I step through vacant emptiness. But what is this? A dozing cowboy? What crazy hope lured him here?
I sip a strong coffee. Was he just a dream from that other life of mine? When I go that way again, he’s gone. *** May 7, 2011 Birra.
Insalata.
Olio di Sicilia.
I’m on my way back to Sicily. La dolce vita. Paradiso. *** April 28, 2011 You have been to Italy. You know them, intimamente: The Speeders. Tail-Gaiters. Red-Light Runners. Wrong-Way Goers. Horn Blowers. Ruby-Faced Yellers. (Deficiente!) Lane Swervers. Passers on Blind Curves. There are no rules for driving in Italy, except one: never ever make eye contact with another driver. Add to the mix the 14-year old scooter driver, barely out of diapers.
Fourteen is the age of consent in Italy. It is also the age at which you can hop on a moped and terrorize the other drivers on the road.
Kids under 18 are required to wear a helmet, though, when driving a moped. Do they always? Well, see for yourself below how well they comply with this law.
*** April 23, 2011 (first posted April 2, 2010) Easter morn in Modica: The resurrected Christ threads his way through back alleys, seeking, seeking. The black-shrouded Virgin comes forth, searching, searching.
High noon: Bells peal. Mobs mill. Families hang from balconies. Mother and Son reunite. Her black mantle slips off to reveal a cape the color of a Sicilian sky. Wooden arms swing open. Doves fly. Statues kiss.
12:05: The crowd, warmed by the spectacle and the Easter sun, kisses, too. Then home they go to the family extravaganza to fatten themselves on ricotta ravioli, Easter lamb pies, sweet breads, salads, marzipan lambs, ricotta-rich cassata, and everything else you can think of.
Buona Pasqua! Have you seen a moving Easter tradition in Sicily or elsewhere? |
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