February 22, 2010
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… of a house in deepest Sicily?
… of clouds and earth and stone?
Of lying under a fig tree with days wide as an ocean?
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Dream away…
There are so many broken-down homes in Southeast Sicily waiting to be tamed. Waiting and waiting for you.
It’s snowing now, plus it’s windy and cold thus I enjoy your photos hundredfold. What a magic smell of wild flowers! Thank you for the pleasure to view and to love…
Isn’t it interesting how we are each drawn to different places, romance them, feel at home in them? I wonder about those connections. I wonder, Jann, what deep prompting caused you to commit to a house in Ragusa Ibla, to learn Italian, to go through the grueling process of renovation in an ancient village on a remote island nearly half a world away from you home?
You’re not about to start an estate agency, are you?
Ha, Heiko–that would be a negative!
Si’, Si’, Si’ e Si’…..scegli una per me! salgo su il prossimo aereo e arrivo fra poco! 😉
va bene va bene trovero una per te, melissa.
Wow, I am very glad that I found this blog! It is nice to see such beautiful pictures of where my ancestors came from. Bookmarked, and I will return often to see more.
Thanks, Paul. I just looked at your blog. Astounding photos! The cat on the cupboard–wow back to you!
Oh, yes, I’m dreaming…..but I think I am dreaming of a home in Sicily that someone has already tamed!!
Ha ha, Sandee–that’s taking the easy way out, but come on down!!