Windy, narrow roads. Small, coloured cars with loud horns. Traffic.
The smell of fish and life. The sea licking the sides of the cliffs.
Me, sitting in the car exited, agitated and with every turn:
sweating, swearing, grasping and bracing myself, hoping the adrenalin
in my body is not affecting your development.
Then we walk surrounded by an eden of eggplant, lemons and tomato,
markets bursting around us like wild flowers, but the metallic taste
of pregnancy holds me from savouring anything accept for the thought
Today you sit beside me, perfectly formed Coco. On this hot night we
eat pasta alle sarde (sardines)as i dream of going back to those
Sicilian markets holding your hand and tasting Sicilia together.
Near Acireale, Sicilia, July 2007