About Sicilian Girl
My name is Catherine and I’m of Sicilian decent. I was not born in Italy but have had the good fortune to visit many times. From her inspiring Italian lakes in the north to the sun drenched island of Sicily, I have eaten my way through many regions and savored every bite. Each time I returned home to the San Francisco Bay Area I recreated the meals of my travels to share with family and friends.
As time passed I found myself missing the luscious local markets that seduced my senses with the sun-ripened tomatoes and freshly picked zucchini flowers. I yearned for the captivating outdoor cafes where an entire afternoon could be spent with just my thoughts and an espresso. Life in Silicon Valley was busy and I longed for the simplicity of la vita quotidiana, daily life in Italy.
Reading Francis Mayes Under the Tuscan Sun didn’t help either. Aside from remodeling a house, (been there done that), who wouldn’t want to chat with friends sipping cappuccino, have leisurely multi-course meals al fresco and enjoy the quintessential evening passeggiatta to the piazza?
So, I wrote this prayer and placed it under my pillow and every night I would read it before I went to sleep.
Right here, right now, in this moment, in this breath, there is life and I am grateful. If it is your will and when the time is right, please let me live the Tucson life. Oh and by the way I’ll probably attend mass more often too … just saying.
Well, folks, life is in the details, God has a sense of humor and apparently I’m not that great at spelling.
Home is where your life is and for the moment my life is in Arizona … under the Tucson sun!
How I got here is another story that is in my book: