“O Dio” was all he creaked from time to time, whenever we crossed some bump on the road, along with a load of Holy Marie’s, St. Lucia’s and other Italian Saints in the same package the moment we got on one of the cobblestone streets during our ride.
Un pezzo di cielo caduto in terra(A piece of heaven fell on Earth) i say into my beard, watching the sky pouring down into the sea like in an hourglass, turning pink, orange, yellow and finally dark as the day runs out. The city lights up, never stopping murmuring and jesting, while bars and restaurants start bringing out their finger food, opening the famous aperitivo hour.
Za sve Italijane, posebno Napolitance (koji su druga vrsta), dnevni unos kafe, u više navrata, predstavlja više od ičega nezaobilazni način života. Glavna ideja je da kafa bude kratka, jaka i puna pene, zbog čega je pult uvek prepun ljudi koji kafu piju brzo, al volo (u hodu) i jure van. To je deo, kako ga ja nazivam, Svetog Trojstva Italijana: 1 -Pijte samo vino i vodu uz obrok, pritom NIKADA ne naručujte vodu iz slavine; 2 – Ne stavljajte kečap na testeninu / picu (ananas ne pominjite, ni za živu glavu); 3 -Popijte kafu stojeći, u dva gutljaja.
For all Italians, especially Neapolitans (who are a different breed), multiple, daily income of coffee is, more than anything, a matter of lifestyle. The main idea is for coffee to be short, strong, and creamy, which is why the bar is always crammed with people downing their coffee fast, al volo(on the run) and rushing out. It’s a part of Holy Trinity of Italians, as I call it, 1-Drink only wine and water with your meal and NEVER order tap water; 2-Do not put ketchup on pasta/pizza(little less pineapple you rascal); 3-Take your coffee in two sips standing up.
Have you ever heard of sfogliatella? It’s a sweet pastry, filled with soft, white, cheesy cream and tastes as heaven. I am not exaggerating. Literally heaven on a plate. Sfogliatella is made by dozen of thin layers of puff pastry hugging and covering the soft filling and it’s a proud product of south of Italy. Italy and Sicily in particular is like a big sfogliatella, with so many layers of diversity, in culture, people, dialects, food all covering the unique warm Italian soul and a charm that no one is immune to.
Traveler is the creator of the country he is travelling to, cannot be more true when I recollect memories of all of my past travels. There is nothing extra triumphal in what Christopher Colombo or Marco Polo once did than what a single backpacking traveler does every day on his travels and that is- discovering new land, custom and culture. Each discovery is unique and belongs to the person experiencing it making it their little treasure that they collected like busy bees and are about to spread it buzzing around the globe