August 14, 2013

The hungry Sicilian sun gnaws at my doors, chewing them to pieces.

Who do I call?

My pair of painters: Graziano and Giovanni.  (Not only do they paint, they correct my pronunciation! Thanks guys!)

Sicily is a group society. People stick like glue.

Plumbers work in pairs.

Police work in pairs.

Painters work in pairs.

Of course no one in Sicily is working NOW: it’s August! 

Are you working now, dear Reader, or lolling on some beach like a Sicilian?

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PS Happy Ferragosto!