Cu Nesci, Arrinesci
A conversation about leaving, returning, and the litter in between.
There are things you carry quietly before you find the right words.
A conversation about leaving, returning, and the litter in between.
The taste of fresh clementines and honey on an autumn afternoon. A man and his pack, taking their time, because that’s the way of the land.
Beyond the luxurious Taormina, ten minutes up the hill, there's a bar covered in phalluses. And the view is stunning.
Who writes this
Welcome to Sentimento Lento, a weekly blog about life between London and Sicily, a place to slow down for five minutes and look at something ordinary a little longer. I’m Nadia, a British-Algerian aspiring writer who moved to Sicily for love and stayed for the cipolline and cannoli. I split my time between Billericay and Catania, two very different worlds, each beautiful in their own way.
In Sicily, I live in Aci Trezza, a small fishing village on the east coast, with my Sicilian partner, our beautiful Jack Russell called Cali and a chilled kitten called Gino, who between them have claimed most of the sofa. I wouldn’t have it any other way. My life is a lot different now compared to a few years back. I’ve come to believe that when you stop caring what people think and just choose your own lane, life becomes so much simpler. You begin to see the beautiful in the most ordinary things. Sicily keeps proving that.
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