Sicilians take care about each other as I wrote in my previous article (read it HERE ) but both love and anger which latter they can generate in a second originate in one thing which is their most typical characteristic feature. The passion.
No matter what they do, they do it with passion. I remember the smile of a kid on Corrado papa’s face as he was showing the baby tomatoes he bought for the pasta with shells. He grabbed the bunch which reminded me of grapes and torn a piece for us to taste its sweetness. It was impossible to wipe away his genuine smile as he was storring the giant pan with olive oil and garlic pieces in it and he explained so passionately the details of his secret recipe. I saw the same passion on the face of Paola mamma as she showed us around the garden of the villa and made a mini tour of its plants, including her favourite aloe vera bush which gave her a proud smile. The same fire burnt in the eyes of the farmers on the market who convinced me to taste each and every type of olives they offer – some of them I never seen before and they were proudly handing over the spoonful selection of each types.
During my 10 days spent in Sicily I met a lot of people and safe to say none of them were without some type of emotions. The granita seller loved talking about the process how he makes the lemon drink and after our passionate conversation he insisted on taking a photo with us. Our favourite arancini seller (a separate chapter will be dedicated to this topic!) was watching us, holding back his breath and waiting for our reaction after taking the first bite in the rice ball. And we just hemmed and smiled which meant the best compliment for him and with a proud smile he nodded and thanked for our speechless applause.
Passion transfixes each of their emotion and act which I found immediately close to my own personality. They do everything with heart and hand as that is the only way to do so. Our photographer Marco took us proudly to a belvedere point above his beloved village where we shot this marvellous Jane Watson kaftan as it was flying in the wind. This royal blue piece looked great in front of gates of this old house, down in the village – hope you love the pictures too!
Kaftan: Jane Watson
Photo: Marco Di Giovanni