Ciao a tutti 🙂
A friend of mine from home recently asked me to describe what Sicily looked like. I’m embarassed to admit that I couldn’t do it. Perhaps it’s from constantly having to speak as slowly, simply and as clearly as possible so that the Italians understand me, but I simply could not find the adequate words to describe my surroundings – especially Siracusa, which is the city that I’m living in for six months.
white rocks, abandoned buildings, sparkling water
The following photographs come from a park near my house that I couldn’t name if you paid me.
I was told this is actually an old tuna fishery (is that a word?). It’s abandoned now and looks more like a haunted laboratory, but the locals hang around here on a sunny weekend day
Anyone who knows me will probably know this already, but yes, I did [stupidly] climb up the side of this clif instead of taking the path. Old habits die hard.
a sunday in siracusa: the city that always sleeps
If you are a nudist, a cloudy Sunday in Italy is the ideal time to air out your junk and take a walk.
I walk past this field all the time, and it never ceases to amaze me that someone can just leave their cows here. Smack dab in the middle of the city. I mean – someone could steal them right?
THIS is what Siracusa looks like 🙂
Maybe next week I’ll grow some and start taking pictures of people – you’ll just have to wait and see!