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October 4, 2012 Mario and Ettore. Ettore and Mario.  Mario & Ettore, or Ettore & Mario Which is which? Who is who? Not sure. But they’re a fine pair of fellows. You can often find them under the tall palms on the piazza.
They wear coppole, the signature hat of Sicily, but with their own quirky twist: backwards.
Mario and Ettore, you cut a bella figura. Or is that two belle figure? Not sure. But I love you guys! *** PS: This is how they may have looked as babies.
September 29, 2012 My doggie died of old age just before my moving-to-Sicily (mis)adventures began. I still miss him. The warm fur that smelled like buttered popcorn. Those runny, hound dog eyes. So I pet and photograph every other pooch I meet—though none can quite compare!  Acate  Vizzini  Siracusa  Chiaramonte Gulfi  Giarratana Have a great Sunday!!! September 25, 2012 No longer do I feel so completely alien. My fellow villagers have welcomed me with grace and charm. I love them madly. You’ll find these guys in their red chairs most evenings at their circolo operai, club for workers. (Be sure to stop and say hello when you come to town.) Can you guess their jobs?
From left to right Giovanni C: Gravedigger. His job does not make him sad, though he says it is wise to stay away from the cemetery at night, when souls take a walk. Giuseppe C: Classics teacher at secondary school (and president of the circolo). Giovanni M: Dogcatcher, retired. Giovanni S: Bread baker, retired. They used to call him “Il Principe del Pane,” the Prince of Bread. He made 20 different kinds of loaves everyday. It was hard work, very hot in the summer, and he’s glad to be retired. Pietro di S: Waiter. Retired. Angelo E: Gravedigger. Works with Giovanni C. *** September 18, 2012 Some sweet Sicilian ways to display the address of your casa:
September 15, 2012 I’ve been thinking a lot about coupledom lately. What happens when one half of a couple longs for a thing that the other half is completely indifferent to? Let’s say the thing in question is Italy. As in my case. I learned late, in a halting kind of way, what Anais Nin seems to have known all along: How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself. And once I created that world, he sort of liked it. Curiousity waxed. Resistance waned. Moral: Go out and create the world you want, Sisters!
Click to subscribe to BaroqueSicily. *** The winning name pulled randomly from my coppola for the book EATING IN SICILY is Giulia! Congratulations Giulia, and please send me your mailing address! |
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