I can’t believe I haven’t posted in a month! My apologies to everyone who follows my blog. Nick and I have just returned from Sicily where we had terrible internet access. Now that I am back on our Canadian WiFi, I really appreciate just how fast it is.
While we were in Sicily we were fortunate enough to be offered a friend’s apartment in Ortigia for a few days. (Thank you Linda!) Ortigia is a very small island immediately off of Siracuse. (see the map at the bottom of the post). It is a lovely island. Linda and her husband Bruno told us that Ortigia is the place where many of the celebs park their yachts – Steven Spielburg, Gwyneth Paltrow, Tom Cruise, Steve Martin – and of course many anonymous millionaires and some billionaires. We looked and looked and saw no celebs but did see some pretty amazing yachts from the Grand Cayman Islands and a few other places.
This is an island made for photographers. One of my favourite places there to take pictures was the duomo or cathedral. The photo at the top was one of the pillars at the entrance to the cathedral. It was so tall that it seemed made for taking the shot looking up. Here are a few more shots of the cathedral.
Ortigia was a wonderful place to visit – baroque architecture everywhere. However, the parking on the island is crazy and the tourists (including us) are everywhere. I don’t think I would want to live there but I am very glad we had the opportunity to see it!
A few days ago, my husband and I arrived in Cianciana, the small Sicilian town in which we had bought our retirement home – we aren’t quite there yet, retirement I mean, but we have our plans all made. The house we bought is 3/4 of the way up the hill on which the town stands. You can see in this picture that we are surrounded by mountains and we look down on all kinds of interesting things in the town. For example, there is the Sicilian-Argentinian lady across the way. She was born here in Cianciana but grew up in Argentina and now spends 6 month here and 6 months there. We can see into the top floor of her house from the terrazza on ours. She is a widow now and for the first couple of days I was worried because she is elderly and seemed to be always alone. But now I see that her son and daughter come and visit her as well as some of the ladies in the town. We spoke to her two days ago. She was so happy to meet us, but was disappointed that we didn’t speak Spanish. Interestingly, in this town we get asked if we speak the following languages in this order:
I took both French and German in school but I remember little of French and nothing of German. I wish I had paid more attention in school! (How many of us have said just that?) So many times Nick and I are asked if we are American that it is kind of a treat to be asked if we are English all the time. “Siete Inglese? Are you English?” “No, siamo Canadese. No, we are Canadian.” “Canadese? Mio fratello e’ in Canada. Montreal. Canadian? My brother is in Canada. In Montreal. Si chiama Gaetano. Lo conoscierli? His name is Gaetano. Do you know him?” It seems as if everyone has a family member in Montreal. I had the same experience when I lived in Japan. “You are from Canada? My friend is in Canada. He lives in Toronto. Yuki. Yuki from Toronto. Do you know him?” I should mention that we live on the west coast – thousands of kilometres away from both Toronto and Montreal, the two largest cities in Canada. It’s unlikely we know either Gaetano or Yuki. But, ya never know.
Anyhow, I digress. One of the things that I noticed on our first morning on the terrazza was the tiled roofs of the houses on the streets below us. They have interesting angles, shapes and colours. I also noticed that many of them have rocks sitting on the tiles to, oh, keep them from sliding off and hitting people on the head I suppose. Speaking of being hit on the head, I narrowly missed being hit by old cleaning up water as I walked home today. A middle aged housewife tossed the dirty water out her 2nd (we would call it 3rd) floor window. It hit the ground just as I was stepping onto the sidewalk and out of its trajectory. Thank goodness because I had just taken a shower before I went out and God forbid that I have to take a second shower in one day! But I digress again.
Back to the tiled roofs. I took a number of pictures with different settings on my camera. I would love to know what you think.