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Another Day, Another Festival
Something big is going on here tonight. Streets are closed off and tents and giant flat screens are all over the piazza. Kicks off around 6. I can already smell the good food.
I'm learning Italian pretty fast... or, at least, the old-Sicilian dialect. It's funny because when we hit touristy areas and I order something e.g. a "taste" of a specific flavor of gelato, I use Sicilian words instead of their Italian counterparts. "Saiga" vs "Tasta" (spellings may be off). "Une" vs "Dove" (marks over the "e" on both words) when you're asking "where". Also, Sicilian requires a deep, booming voice and a lot of hand and arm gestures. Anyway, the servers usually ask where I'm from and then when I tell them New Orleans, they say I speak "mafia Italian". Fuck yeah, I fucking love it here!
I also hear that I have an "Italian face" and complexion all the time too. I guess it's because I carry that black gene. It's true, actually -- both sides of my mom's family have roots in Sicily -- the Martinos and the Tedescos. Interesting note: in Italian, Tedesco means German. So there you fucking go. Sicily is in my blood.
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