Getting to Sicily
In retrospect, at least, this is my excuse for having taken so long to get to Sicily. And even my first trip there was partly a product of chance. By chance I mean that one of my closest friends in junior and senior high school happened to be Italian. To be more precise, her father’s family came from northern Italy, while her mother’s family was from Sicily. She and I have remained friends for more than forty years, staying in contact now mostly by means of emails and an occasional phone call. That pattern changed in 2012. When I learned that an upcoming leave would overlap with the dates of one of her vacations, I proposed a short trip to Italy. She agreed, as long as we went to Sicily.