August 30, 2012

I’m a refugee from the 21st-century. Living in Sicily takes me back decades (sometimes centuries).

Life unfolds slowly, with “important” events like these:

*Waving to my neighbor as she dries tomatoes the old-fashioned way:

*Chatting about the weather with the antique dealer in his vintage Lancia

*Making the acquaintance of the blue-eyed cat of a local baron

Village life may sound B-O-R-I-N-G, but it suits me to a T.

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