Such a nice place to be

Dear ones, I have to begin this blog by saying I love you, I miss you and there were many tears when we left you to come back to Sicily. Saying that, I now can begin my blog.

Last week, sitting among Italian friends and acquaintances drinking strange (to us) drinks of lemon granita in tonic water (not bad, by the way) watching the parades and people of our little town, (check our our flikr photos) I was reminded once again of what a wonder life we are living, what a wonderful place we are living in and what wonderful people the Sicilians are to accept us as friends. We are very blessed.

Most Americans never have this opportunity. They, like we have before, travel to a new place, quickly take photos and hurry to the new place to take more photos never getting the chance to get to know a place and its people. Even most of the Americans here in Sicily don’t get to experience it like we have because they live with other Americans, work with them and eat with them either on or off base. Many of the apartment areas in town have several Americans living there and, frankly, if I were a woman living alone, I might choose the same thing.

I am very thankful we live where we do and that the Fortunatos have chosen to bring us into their circle of friends. They, as most Sicilians, are very gracious people.