We stayed 6 weeks. Long enough to think we live there because, although we moved around some, spent 10 days in Sicily, we always had a base we came back to. You get to know the store keepers, the neighbors.
We stayed healthy. No car accidents. Slept well, for the most part, and ate very well. Not surprising on that last part except I was expecting the food in Sicily to be so-so because it was the last time we were there but this time it was great… everywhere.
Saw family, friends. Went to a museum or two…
Here’s a smattering…
This was an especially interesting trip for several reasons. One of which is the personalities of the people we know there. Of course there is Stella, Maristella Verriente. She’s my sister, my friend and a continuing source of information and entertainment… she’s the entertainment. Her husband just finished a book on his family, the Galeotti-Flori, a family as ancient as Strozzi and Medici and, in a more subtle way, as influential. He is someone I would like to talk to at length. He is an expert in economic law as best I understand it. He’s 88 and he works all day, on the phone, faxing, reading. He listens to bad recordings of classical music at volume, smiles a lot, always hospitable and he thinks about things that interest me, beauty, art and the ways of the world.
The team of Galileo Magnani, Claudia Massi and their daughter Aurora is formidable as well. The adults both write books on architecture, agronomy with interests beyond. Aurora is a beautiful 8 years old dark haired Italian girl, destined to be beautiful and singular. They make up a very generous interesting family. I would love to work with them combining writing and photography. Leo is no slouch as a photographer himself.
The family I’ll get to later. They are a varied, funny, helpful, concerned group of wonderful people. It has become such a pleasure to watch the children grow and start becoming.
I’m going to start family portraits next time around, before they all take off in every direction at once.
Note from one of the days…
“Let’s dwell on the ripening cherries and the smell of jasmine. I see an occasional Poiana soaring, myriad swallows darting at phantoms in and out of the trees. I’m listening to Maurizio Pollini playing “The Late Piano Sonatas,” Schubert. Time becomes more and more difficult to pin down as a necessary entity. Of course there continues the rolling of the earth and apparent passage of Sol.
I edit photographs, rethink them, sometimes discard for intuitive reasons. There are a few…
I’m unhappy to think the thoughts I do of home. The Italians are too polite to ask about it but after they sense our embarrassment and frustration we talk of family, food and other simple, understandable, human things.
The work goes on. It springs up like a familiar aroma, something specific, like bread baking. I walk along and there is something.”