What images does “summertime” evoke for you?
In my mind, “summertime in Sicily” is a slowed-down, stretched out pile of images with heat-shimmered edges. Irresistibly sleepy summer afternoons and cold Italian lemon ice, achingly bright sunshine and warm peach juice dripping down my arm. This past weekend formed more memories of a Sicilian summer, with fluttering beach umbrellas and lulling conversations drifting across the sand, lapping waves warmer than bathwater and leisurely days with good friends.
More soon when we return to the home front!