Pazienza, a Sicilian Mantra

January 30, 2010

I hire a team of architects.

I fire a team of architects.

I leave my husband in New Mexico and take a job in Rome in order to be “close” to Sicily.

Roman Gypsy

And, oh, what a job it is (why don’t I have any luck with Italian bosses?).

The whammies start to add up.

I hire a project manager (the handsomest of men) with a swagger, cool sunglasses, a Range Rover, a mop of curls, an Etna-like temper and—how best to put this?—a hands-off management style. Which I only learn later. His mantras are Non sono d’accordo and Non e possibile.

My Roman job swallows me whole, but on rare occasions I sneak down to Sicily to prod, cajole, wring my hands, and gnash my teeth. I prowl around the damp house—it’s twice as cold inside as outside—and wonder how it’ll ever be livable. Why in the world is the building permit taking so long?

Pazienza, Sicilians tell me. I’m not a patient person, but I’m beginning to suspect I’ll need some endurance to get the life I want to lead.

What is the life I want to lead, anyway?

A stop-the-world-I-want-to-get-off life, a turn-back-the-clock-a-century life. A new life. A second life.

A friend forwards an email from a British guy who is temporarily living in Italy: “Anyone buying any kind of property in Italy needs counseling. I send my deepest sympathies to the lady in Sicily…”

New Roman friends respond with audible gasps, like in a comic book, when I tell them I’m renovating a house in Sicily. They call me coraggiosa and then laugh themselves silly.

My husband remains reluctant, though not opposed.

Lo and behold, 8 months after I buy the damp old house and after endless phone calls, faxes, and DHLs (my project manager avoids email), I am in possession of a building permit. The legitimacy of my existence is confirmed.

“It’s your Christmas present,” says my best friend on the island, an expat Sicilian-American upon whom I lean like a crutch.

Never mind that the dollar is at an all-time low. Or that our retirement nest egg is about to dissolve like salt in water. Or that I feel I’m flying off a cliff.

Let the work begin.

House Renovation in Sicily

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10 comments to Pazienza, a Sicilian Mantra

  • NUR

    6th Ibla Baroque is a week that will be organized by a Rotary Club of ragusa and we have already been invited there,but we haven’t decided to attend there as members of Kalamis Rotary Club of Istanbul,District 2420 yet.I’ll inform you if we do,best

  • Alex - Mommoriano di Catania

    Ahhh…bedda. Ma io lo capito bennissimo! I used to live in Catania a couple of years ago. I am moving in 1 month (YA!) back to Naro (AG) in Sicily to live with my wife. I remember working with many contractors who only knew 3 words in English – “You need patience!” Ma sempre! I am so excited to move back but I am already mentally getting myself prepared for less work and more cafe! I just came across your blog today and I can’t wait to read more. A dopo.

    • jann

      Hi Alex–you’ve picked up some Sicilian, too, I see! Great that you’re moving back. If you ever get to RG from AG, let me know! Thanks for reading and commenting.

  • cemal karahan

    Hi Jann.. ! I wish I got retired and give you a hand in renovating the Would-be wonderful house….Live there happily under the sunshine and the stars and be intoxicated with what Sicily offers to you and your beloveds…

  • – watching with bated breath!

  • NUR

    I think it’s worth to have the house restorated as far as I have learnt from the info from your blog and the mail we’ve received from Ragusa Rotary Club that invites us to have a trip for the 6th Ibla Baroque.Please Don’t be pessimistic!Everything will be ok when you start to live happily with your husband!Go Jann go!
    All my best.

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