Today it was gloomy and we decided it would be a great day to take the entire family, including the dogs, to the original city of Sicily. This was ok with me as horseback riding was cancelled.
Siracusa is a UNESCO heritage site, founded by the Greeks over 2500 years ago. We went to the archaeological ruins and in particular the The Roman amphitheatre, of Roman Imperial age. It was partly carved out from the rock. In the centre of the area is a rectangular space which was used for the scenic machinery. The boys were enthralled by the fact that humans had fought to the death in this ring of stone and spent their time searching for the bones "of dead people." I told them that dead people became flowers. Unfortunately I was not expecting them to ask me exactly how they became flowers and so what could have been an educational opportunity to teach photosynthesis, became instead another lie that Mommy told. Oh well.
We got home latish and I made pasta pomodoro with ricotta that the farmer whose cows will soon be coming to graze the pasture at our home, made. I tell, you - unbelievable. One of the things that I have learned in Sicily is that while I thought I understood the meaning of "fresh" in fact I did not. In Scicli, the produce varies daily. While there might be strawberries on Monday, that cost 4Euros a basket, by the following Monday they cost 4Euros for a crate. The artichokes have gone from a spring electric green to a deep purple color. The milk is unpasteurized and replenished at the milk stand daily. The "fresh" ricotta was warm when I got it. Speaking of which, next week we are going to go to the farmer's farm to meet the cows. I am so psyched. I love cows. We also had a tomato, basil, buffalata mozarella salad; a fennel and tomato salad; and lots of bread soaked in oil.
Finally, I found myself singing "Bette Davis Eyes" by Kim Karnes repeatedly today. I think it is a sign that I need to go to Rome and buy a new outfit.
No pics today - forgot my tripod, the three lenses, the filters, and the camera. I also forgot the tennis lessons that I had organized for the kids and Serina. It must be that time of the month.
I am exhausted again -- and off to bed I go. More tomorrow.
Siracusa is a UNESCO heritage site, founded by the Greeks over 2500 years ago. We went to the archaeological ruins and in particular the The Roman amphitheatre, of Roman Imperial age. It was partly carved out from the rock. In the centre of the area is a rectangular space which was used for the scenic machinery. The boys were enthralled by the fact that humans had fought to the death in this ring of stone and spent their time searching for the bones "of dead people." I told them that dead people became flowers. Unfortunately I was not expecting them to ask me exactly how they became flowers and so what could have been an educational opportunity to teach photosynthesis, became instead another lie that Mommy told. Oh well.
We got home latish and I made pasta pomodoro with ricotta that the farmer whose cows will soon be coming to graze the pasture at our home, made. I tell, you - unbelievable. One of the things that I have learned in Sicily is that while I thought I understood the meaning of "fresh" in fact I did not. In Scicli, the produce varies daily. While there might be strawberries on Monday, that cost 4Euros a basket, by the following Monday they cost 4Euros for a crate. The artichokes have gone from a spring electric green to a deep purple color. The milk is unpasteurized and replenished at the milk stand daily. The "fresh" ricotta was warm when I got it. Speaking of which, next week we are going to go to the farmer's farm to meet the cows. I am so psyched. I love cows. We also had a tomato, basil, buffalata mozarella salad; a fennel and tomato salad; and lots of bread soaked in oil.
Finally, I found myself singing "Bette Davis Eyes" by Kim Karnes repeatedly today. I think it is a sign that I need to go to Rome and buy a new outfit.
No pics today - forgot my tripod, the three lenses, the filters, and the camera. I also forgot the tennis lessons that I had organized for the kids and Serina. It must be that time of the month.
I am exhausted again -- and off to bed I go. More tomorrow.
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