Siamo in Sicilia ... and Brazilian festa 15/07/09
It is so hot now the only place to be is the sea. It’s about a 15-minute walk down the cliff upon which the Moorish castle of the borgo is built. Yesterday there was no air, and at 12.30 the air was so still and thick and heavy with humidity I dreaded the rest of the afternoon. I went out into the blazing yellow sunlight just after 4pm and used an umbrella for shade. In two minutes my whole body was covered in sweat. There wasn’t a sound in the borgo. Everyone comatose in the heat. By the time I had made my way down the crumbly steps of the cliff and down the lane to the sea I was baked. The shingle was so hot it burned the soles of my feet through my flipflops. I got a spot right by the water’s edge, pulled off my dress and dived into the water immediately. The salt water is the only way to face the searing heat of Sicily in the summer. I don’t know how I am going to get through August at this rate. I read my book for a while when I got out of the water, watched by various men, since ...