Dog Days in Sicily
The heat arrived with a vengeance today (Friday), with a hot wind blowing in from the south, and the sun burning off any morning clouds long before I woke up. The short walk to work had me sweating, and in the evening Palermitans were walking around groaning “Oh I can’t take this anymore!”
Go goodbye spring, hello summer, let’s all go to the beach and get burnt! At least, that’s what everyone seems to do when it gets hot, and skin cancer rates are shooting up – but jeez, don’t mention that to a Sicilian, they’ll block their ears and run away – not talking about something means it won’t happen, or didn’t happen! They’re good at that here, not talking.