October 24, 2013
Her name is Joy (Gioia in Italian, pronounced Joy-ah). You’ll find her serving up gioia in the form of happy smiles and cocoa flowers in the corner bar on the main piazza of Santa Croce Camerina.
Not only that, the lone pensioner on the bar stool–an ancient farmer with a single tooth–wanted to buy my coffee.*
Can you see what I love about Sicily?
*Couldn’t let him, though.
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