September 3, 2011
Pazienza. A Sicilian mantra.
For one full year, I had the patience of a saint.
My favorite al fresco coffee bar sat at the foot of this scaffolding.
Each morning the sandblasted stone let loose an angry flurry of grit, turning my laptop a dusty gray.
Eyes stung, ears hurt.
Paradiso lost.
But now the church of San Giuseppe has been unveiled. Life is back to normal. Splendor in the morning sun.
Dustless coffee. Noiseless pastry.
Paradiso regained.
