~swifts of siracusa~
Thursday, October 24th, 2019O Cuntadino Sutta lu Zappuni by Sicilian Soprano of the South Rosa Balistreri.
O Cuntadino Sutta lu Zappuni by Sicilian Soprano of the South Rosa Balistreri.
The view from our best dust, mid-trip, with gorgeous light and a murmuration of swifts.
…and then you drive out of Ravello by way of the Amalfi coast, cleverly avoiding the inland mountain road you travelled the previous day, which made the hairpin turns of the coastline seem child’s play, and your wife eerily silent, but for tiny gasps. And then, perhaps 45 minutes into your journey, the road you’re […]
Occassionally, you wake up in Ravello…
As we moved through Modica’s melancholy decay and many shades of green, I pondered the possible significance of the gifts of Siracusa, two of which tie to melancholy myths of prophets—one beheaded, one disbelieved and eventually murdered. I love the notion of being a conduit for messages from the beyond, as writing sometimes feels. I […]
We drove to the hillside commune of Modica, and while hoofing up the mountain to check out the Baroque alta (upper region), befriended a man who guided us to the main (and most decorative) drag. He showed us various buildings, including his own, once housing his medical practice (now retired), and when departing, gave me […]
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Sometimes when travelling, one must pause and be dazzled by local television. We discovered wine-making human grapes competing internationally, women dancing in aprons, women dancing in bubbles, women selling voodoo amulets, and, Boy George.