A sushi tray, mocha chocolate birthday cake, and ice tea in wine glasses. Yes, we were celebrating my birthday. Then we watched Letterman and Craig Ferguson on the Detroit channel so we could be in bed before 11. This is life after 50!
Cobblestones, ancient walls line the road with just a touch of the modern.
In the heat of the midday, awnings shade as Sicilians nap.
In Sicily everything closes between 1 and 4 and everyone heads home to rest or nap in the midday heat.
The heart of Sicily lies in those that chose to stay and work the land.
Fresh vegies picked from the rich Sicilian earth. The map of Sicilian history lies in the lines in Giovanna’s face.
The sun lights up the moss that clings tenaciously to the tree.
Last orange-red leaf left behind by its compatriots. It watches over my yard.
