sicily

si-ci-li-a you're breaking my heart/ your shaking my confidence baby

sicily was the first real bit of travel on that trip. coming from rome. sicily felt more real, rawer. the late spring-like, weather was definitely welcomed in the beginning of march.

i spent the majority of the time over on the west of the island (but that's for a different post). but before hitting trapani i spent a week plus crossing from the east in catania there. it was an interesting band of people i met.

i mostly traveled with a 19 year curly haired western canadian with a good head on his shoulders. it was his first trip outside his country, 4 months in europe and he was killing time before meeting his brother in malta. at times, i thought the situation would warrant him explode, like i would if i were 19, but he didn't. never exchanged email addresses we were both confident that we could get in contact with the other if we wanted to.

i met a californian researching his sicilian roots. going from one municipal hall to the next. he wans out of the u.s. system and is looking for italian citizenship.

to him i told "nobody this generation is capable of saying goodbye anymore" everyone is too connected by mobiles, email and facebook. so he was too afraid to ask for contact information.

oddly enough a month later, i bumped into him in napoli. we swapped email address then, but neither of us have sent a message yet.

oh yes, oranges were in season. they tasted wonderful. every other day i would buy another half kilo.