Our days here were kind of like this… a lot of sitting around just watching people go by, wandering through the streets listening to music and literally just observing. A lot of walking along the streets, a lot of cappuccinos, ice cream, pizza and vino. Our days in Sicily were calm. Verry calm, maybe too calm even. In Sicily we basically became those people who spend hours sitting on a corner with the sun on their face,  just watching the town be… which, honestly, doesn’t change much.
Every day is exactly the same and that’s kind of the whole charm.

I went out with my camera in hand almost every day, watching and filming every tiny thing that caught my attention (this is just a tiny part, I probably have 200 more clips). That’s what Sicily was for us: slow, soft, almost painfully peaceful. Probably the most small-town life I’ve ever lived. Beautiful. The minute I arrived I thought “I could live here” (as always). And then, well… I realized maybe not. I always think I can live everywhere I go, but maybe I actually can’t (who knows).

I’m leaving Sicily now. It didn’t happen. I tried everything, but I guess it just wasn’t meant to be… or maybe just not here. I’m leaving with my heart full, I made friends, I remembered a lot of important things, I laughed in a way I hadn’t in a long time, and I learned to enjoy literally every part of the process (even the annoying parts and all the paperwork). I’m okay, because I know I did everything I could.

Life has these strange ways of teaching us things and pushing us in the right direction, and in the end it’s always the things we don’t understand (at first) that end up making the most sense. We’ll see what happens next. (Yes, I know, I romanticize everything, even when things go wrong). 

Grazie mille Italia!! Ci vediamo dopo. It was an absolute pleasure!