Life in Palermo, Sicily, from an English point of view
The little old man waiting at the side of the road showed little interest as the coach approached. It was 8.30am, and the fields were red and gold in the early morning sun. There wasn’t bus stop in sight on this long isolated stretch of road that winds around the foothills of the Sicani Mountains … Continue reading A traveller’s tale
I always start these posts by apologising for my lack of activity on the blog and with a promise (never kept) to post regularly. So in keeping with tradition, I’m kicking this blog post off the exact same way. Sorry I haven’t kept the blog updated. With that done, it’s onwards and upwards and we’re in a very good … Continue reading A very Happy New Year to you all
This week in Palermo temperatures have reached the dizzy heights of 45° which means any well-meaning intentions to repaint the outside of the house have been swapped for guilt free afternoons spent outside with feet in the paddling pool and a good book in hand. And what a good book it is. An Italian tale … Continue reading I Beati Paoli
The last time I wrote on this blog it was a cold and dark November day. I stopped ostensibly for my Italian exams (taken and passed) and then work and winter happened and before I knew it six months had passed and I as I am writing this we are in the midst of a … Continue reading Hello Again!
I’ve been too busy recently studying for my Italian exams to update this blog so while normal service is temporarily suspended I’ll leave you with a piece of journalism from a great English writer, George Orwell. This piece was first published in the Evening Standard newspaper in 1946. A Nice Cup of Tea By George … Continue reading A Nice Cup of Tea
AA Milne is, in my estimation at least, one of the finest poets for children. The power of his words can still bring a tear to my eye and I’m thirty years older than the recommended reading age (remember “King John was not a good man, he had his little ways, and sometimes no one … Continue reading I can’t believe there’s no butter
It always makes me laugh to hear an imitation of my accent. In my head I speak text-book Italian, each syllable enunciated to perfection. To the Italians I drawl, elongating vowels that should be barked with a military precision; it makes me sound like a character from Brideshead. This is my dog Peter and he’s … Continue reading Peetah
My first day here was spent in a fug of confusion, doubt and tiredness. Exhilaration had slowly dissipated in the final few days of feverish packing and tearful goodbyes and left in its place worry and regret. It is no wonder therefore that the first thing I wanted was to put the kettle on and … Continue reading Tea for two
I was inspired to start this blog with the realisation that after six years of living in Sicily, I still don’t feel particularly Italian. This doesn’t mean that I haven’t embraced the Sicilian way of life. There are some lifestyle choices that I would find difficult to renounce, 3 o’clock siesta I’m looking at you, … Continue reading Are you English?