As a young thing, my girlfriends dreamed of Paris and London, even of Stockholm and Dublin, but my heart was set upon Italy. More specifically, the south of Italy.
At primary school in the early 1950s, lots of little children suddenly arrived. beautiful dark-eyed children from Calabria and Sicilia.
Ever since then, I’ve wanted a Summer in Sicily.
It will be Autumn when I go, not Summer, but I’m going. I’m on my way.
A week in Rome, a week in Pompei and the the train from Naples straight to Siracusa, the City of Legend
Italy, here I come!
Italia sto arrivando!