Sogni di Sicilia

There are miracles. A different WiFi reaches my sleeping quarters, and I forgot the password. Normally, it's not a big deal, since I'm just going there to sleep. But when I woke up this morning, there were two mini miracles. 1. WiFi worked for an instant; long enough to read a text from Joe. 2. His text informed me that Trump was found guilty on all 34 counts. I know there are plenty of people in the US who will still vote him in, (and he'll get a slap on the hands and get away with it all? This is unprecedented, so I don't know). I'm celebrating a temporary victory, anyway. The cappuccino is so silky, I want to lick the spoon. But this is not done in polite society. The Pistachio di Bronte is like no other. I'd eat a shoe if it were on it. Savoring today's news, I'm celebrating with a deliciously loaded cornetto with pistachio, and a cappuccino, from Artigiana, One of the best pasticcerie I've known. The calorie count totals what I should have at th

I slept through my alarm this morning. I think I need to imbibe more caffeine throughout the day; also I'm still getting over this bug, although it's nearly gone. Deciding I needed American coffee, I made a small pot and knocked it down. Last weekend, at the hotel, Mariella was eating cereal. Cereal? I asked, arching a brow! Every morning, she answered. It gives her energy. Because I dream of being her, I bought a box on Monday, and have been eating some here and there for breakfast. Elena remembered the particular brand and type of biscottini I love, and bought some to put in the apartment before I arrived. So, coffee, cereal, and cookie, for breakfast, and for energy. My favorite breakfast cookie, and it has to be the Tre Marie brand  Today was a clear calendar day. I decided to search for the tomb mentioned by my chance online encounter; the woman whose grandfather is buried in the Biancavilla cemetery. I decided to enter the high gate, at the top of the cemetery's hill,

Wednesday means outdoor market day. I haven't been down to via Europa yet this trip; the open air market was as good an excuse to go there as any. Since Artigiana got my attention yesterday, I decided to take a caffe on the way to or at the market.  I walked from the apartment, turning down the street with all the bars, heading toward via Europa. The street's drinking reputation was in fact on display with a few old souls still sitting on the steps, hangin' it out to dry at 8:30 am. No photos, cuz... rude. Jim Morrison bar Renovations happening Refaced Green apartment  She already hit the market  Nice to see my peeps represented, if only in an alleyway  Hanging a left onto via Europa, I saw Cafe Avenue closed it's doors; too bad, as I loved their caffe as well as their pastry. Debt problems, I learned later. At the market, a vendor with a teeny espresso cart tools around, and offers some of the best you'll drink--for 80 sentissimi! I ordered one, and a packet of sug