“Sicilians are a nostalgic, pessimistic people who are deeply in love with themselves.” -Lonely Planet Guide.
I come from a town called Licodia Eubea in Catania, Sicily (Italy).
When I think of “home,” I think of……….
A place where everyone knows my name, and my parents’ name, and my grandparents’ name….
A place where it doesn’t matter how long I stay away, I am always welcomed back with open arms.
A place full of tradition, community and Sicilian pride.
A place where the small things in life are appreciated and beauty is found in the most unexpected of places.
A place where spirit and hope continue to fight against corruption.
A place where there are more goats and olive trees than people.
A place where everyone is an aunt, or an uncle, or a cousin, or at least a very close friend.
When I think of “home,” I think of……
Simplicity and slow movement.
Conversations across balconies.
Trucks that sell fruit & vegetables that wake you up early in the morning.
Fresh bread every morning.
Granita in the summertime.
La Siesta under an olive tree.
Cannoli con la ricotta.
Festivals in the street.
The smell of the hills.
Eating fruit just picked from the tree.
Becoming a dark golden brown every summer.
The strength and confidence of Sicilian women.
Curses and Superstitions that no-one believes in, but everyone is still careful of……in secret.
Preparing for Easter time.
Trying to make a better limoncello, a better ragu` and a better cassata than anyone else.
Driving to the port just to get the freshest of fish and seafood.
Cornetti con panna e nutella at midnight.
La Passeggiata down ‘La Strada Longa.’
Not being able to choose a gelato flavour, because there are too many choices.
Playing cards on the terrazza.
Meeting my friends in the piazza before going to get a pizza, instead of just meeting at the pizzeria itself.
Sharing a meal together every single day.
This is my Italy………
A tribute to my island home, my Sicilian land.