August 30, 2012
I’m a refugee from the 21st-century. Living in Sicily takes me back decades (sometimes centuries).
Life unfolds slowly, with “important” events like these:
*Waving to my neighbor as she dries tomatoes the old-fashioned way:
*Chatting about the weather with the antique dealer in his vintage Lancia
*Making the acquaintance of the blue-eyed cat of a local baron
Village life may sound B-O-R-I-N-G, but it suits me to a T.