So, Right here I am In Sicily… What Now
I’ve been on the island of Ortigia, in Siracusa, Sicily, for over per week now, have discovered and moved into a lovely condominium, met some terrific of us (particularly my landlady, Giuseppina, who lives downstairs — she and her brother, an MD Alzheimer’s researcher at Columbia, own this beautifully restored palazzo, dating from the nineteenth century with evidence of sixth century parts, overlooking the sea), and have begun to seek out my approach round. Giuseppina may be very (and understandably) pleased with her true Sicilian heritage, and she teaches English at a secondary artwork school in Siracusa. She has lived in London for about 10 years and now lives on this lovely place by selection within the midst of a huge circle of associates. She is, as certainly one of my pals aptly said, a ‘jewel,’ and has been an exquisite guide for me. Once more, I actually lucked out, discovering stone island prezzi this apartment and this friend completely by chance.
And but, this is certainly one in all my self-imposed transitions, and I am finding it arduous and, regardless of meeting many warm and great Sicilians, lonely (and quiet, particularly after the great busy-ness and stimulation that’s Florence). I do know I should get myself comfortable here, to search out my way round and my ‘rhythm’, and I’m really fortunate that Giuseppina has, generously, introduced me to her associates and her world. The other evening we went out for a night stroll (‘passeggiata’ — an important tradition for all Italians!) and i met her pharmacist, her news agent, her vegetarian restaurant proprietor-pal, her gallery-proprietor pal, her bookstore proprietor-pal and a few others on the road. In addition, she directed me to a manicurist at her parrucchiere (beauty salon) — life is nice! I went out along with her for an ‘apertivo’ (pre-dinner drinks and nibbles) to meet a bunch of different locals — once more, I am so very lucky to have discovered this gorgeous house and this gorgeous woman.
I sit here overlooking the sea, the place the solar shines daily (after, maybe, some morning rain); the house is basically great (sleek and immaculate and welcoming), apart from the many (I haven’t yet counted them) steps as much as the second flooring (actually the third floor here), which I handle to climb slowly just a few occasions a day… sigh. I don’t like the beating my body has taken right here on the outdated stones (Florence was really powerful on my previously bad knee and all, particularly with the complete uneven-ness of the cobblestones all over the place, Sicily appears rather more smooth in that method), and am making an attempt exhausting to stop whining. Alex and June helped me find actually good and fashionable (of course!) walking sneakers when they had been in Florence, and I’ve determined, sadly, to acknowledge my limitations and go slowly… oh, well… I am getting a variety of train, though, and in some way my body, regardless of the pasta that abounds, deliciously (oh, the spaghetti con vongole!), whereas getting a bit rounder, I feel, nonetheless matches into my clothes and a few of them are even big on me… things are changing!
And — replace on Sicily — ‘what the **** am I doing here ‘ has been going through my head the previous couple of solitary days. Since I do hate transitions, and do seem to maintain setting myself up for them, I kind of count on this ‘re-modify’ time, however still… I beloved Florence a lot with all of its craziness and hectic-ness, and with so many nice people I had befriended (huge ex-pat community, which was very welcoming), and now I find myself alone as soon as once more (Ok, I do know — I did this to myself!) and feeling lonely. Yesterday was overcast and gloomy (but warm) for a while, and that i got myself actually tired and unhappy.
I have had just a few important successes recently, each of which filled me with joy:
1. I came upon the place to take my trash
2. I discovered the each day outdoor farmer’s market (full with veggies and other stuff and unimaginable looking fish, too.)
Three. I discovered an incredible lunch place (4 tables) that had been beneficial and had an incredible lunch (maccarone in pumpkin sauce with child shrimp and ruccola). Thankfully, I walked up and down stairs many instances and walked all by way of the town afterwards.
And now, on Sunday stone island prezzi morning, I am feeling extra confident and extra ‘set’ right here in Ortigia, and imagine that I’ve ‘landed’ in the fitting place for me for now. Ortigia is a stupendous little island, full of winding alleys and lovely previous buildings and artisans and quirkiness. Up to now few days I’ve actually expanded my world and have met a terrific couple from Canada (who bought a gorgeous house right here three years in the past), a yoga trainer (hooray!) and her companion (an Englishman who sailed her a number of years ago and has stayed) and an English author; I hope to get to know each of them better in the near future.
Part II: GOTTA GET THE RICOTTA
Sunday, January nineteenth –
Immediately I went to the Sunday market (supposedly the most effective one of the week because the vendors are the growers or bakers or cheese-makers in particular person) to get ‘the best ricotta on the planet,’ amongst other issues. After assembly a pair of recent friends by likelihood on the road, I walked across the market with them, getting advice on what to buy (simple advice: ‘Only buy what is in-season now!’). The oranges and lemons, as I had heard, are completely incredible and plentiful and inexpensive; I have never had such juicy or sweet lemons, and that i simply learned that some of the oranges are good for salads and some aren’t, and that I need to watch out not to combine them. I did, however, commit a mortal sin by shopping for some zucchini, although I used to be warned that it wasn’t the right month for it. I’ve a lot to study.
And the ricotta selections abound — ‘normale’ (used for spreading on bread and even eating with solely a coating of olive oil in true Sicilian type), or baked (and re-baked — making it extra solid) or ‘salata’ (salted, making it most agency and most enduring). I never knew ricotta and will have developed a new addiction — without any additives, the taste and the texture are actually heavenly!
So, Ortigia is feeling like ‘residence’ and, even without feeling the need to enterprise too far away but, I am completely happy to be right here. Sicily does promise many stunning sites I do need to visit (hopefully, with buddies); now that I am extra comfy in my surroundings I’ll figure that out quickly. My loneliness will, most likely, at all times be current for me; after all, I did not envision or script myself alone at this stage of my life, however here I’m, and here I am feeling lucky in so many ways. The concept of group is so crucial, and now that I’ve begun to create one right here, I’ve too much to look forward to. I realized that the ‘greatest pizza on the island’ is out there right now (the pizzeria is only open on Saturday and Sunday this month), that there is a superb language class (with completely different ranges and a diverse inhabitants) accessible, that I can observe yoga with my new buddy — life is, in spite of everything, nonetheless excellent!