Perhabs with the words "Are you hungry ?" because that might be something Sicilians hear quite often themselves . And indeed there is so much to eat that you wish yourself to be hungry all the time but at some point you just CAN´T eat & eat & e... !
Though my humble self didn´t expects anything this trip was different from everything one can consider as "expected" .
The funniest thing is that when my family heared that I want to go to Sicily and Armenia in one trip they all went like : "WHAT ? Armenia ?!?!..." and everyone seemed to kind of ignore the S-word - >Sicily.
Well, they should had have worried about Sicily a tiiiny bit more in fact !
The reason why is as easy as a Pasta recipe :
- 1 big spoon of nice nature ( no reason for worries )
- a small slice of Maffia village action ( well... )
- a hand full of orange trees and olive plantations ( no reason for worries )
- some leafs of very beautiful small towns ( no reason for worries )
- filter the sea water and the cities because otherwise your Pasta might have a strong taste of waste !
( unfortunately too many cars and too much trash all around )
- a cup of super delicious food ( in my case quite a reason for worries. Didn´t fit into the airplane on my way back really. But neither did I after Armenia. )
- a drop of red wine from mount Etna ( no reason for worries )
- take about 500ml of typical Italian gestures and phrases ...which are awesome ! ( no reason for worries )
- and finally a big pot of horny men ... ( ALARM REASON ! )
Wait ... did I say "horny men" ?
Yes ! I did . And I would say so again. With a capital letter.
Now mix it aaaand the Pasta Siciliana is ready to be eaten !
All in all I can´t complain because again I met lots of great, welcoming & warm hearted people but the bitter taste of the last ingrediens and the unfiltered water made my Pasta taste quite strange.
But now I´m really looking forward to have grandchildren - best stories for them all from my trip to Sicily.
Halleluja, Mama Sicilia ! " Are you hungry ? Why don´t you eat ? Are you ill ?"
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| Suppose they tried To sell the child Next to the fruit That was sun-dried |
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| Direction home |
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| Lava cave at Mt. Etna |
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| some unknown kid |
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| Papa Francesco ( on the very right ) and his best friends. I met him while waiting for my bus. A very kind man who even invited me for dinner to his home but unfortunately I didn´t have the time ... He worked as sailor head cook on a ship. Due to that he visited nearly every country in the world. We talked for 15 minutes. He huged me for goodbye and even called me daughter. (Just try to guess how old he is!) |
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| In the middle of Sicily |
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| Night time wild hot springs |
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| Day time wild hot springs |
Part 2 of "MAMA Sicilia... !" is on it´s way ;)
