It’s winter in Sicily and I haven’t posted a thing for the last while as I ran into some website issues which refused to go away. But you are not reading this to hear about my problems, in fact you don’t care, nor should you. Your problems are far more pressing and concerning, as they pertain to you.
Now this wouldn’t be a blog in the conventional sense unless I posted some rambling, badly thought out, mush every now and then. So here I go.
It’s winter in Sicily and surprisingly for those who don’t understand seasons or weather in general, it’s actually cold here. So it may have been snowing in the north of Europe over the past while and you say how lucky you are that it’s nice and warm in Sicily.
Well as I alluded to, it’s not warm, well at least not at night. Daytime it can reach 19 C which, let’s face it, is not bad for January, but night time brings an altogether different reality. Our beautiful 19 C could drop to 4 C and a 15 C drop inside a few hours damn well makes itself known to you. The next few days here are set to be 1 C to 2 C at night which is colder than in Ireland at the moment.
Another factor that people forget when considering Sicily, is that central heating hasn’t been invented here yet. We suffer in unheated houses for the 2 month winter, feeling suitably sorry for ourselves. An essential purchase is a stufa, or heater which will drive your electricity costs into the roof, just where most of the heat goes also. Our 18-foot ceilings mean that a warm room is an impossibility, better just go to bed and have a cuddle, or hibernate if you’re single.
As I mentioned, we do feel quite sorry for ourselves here, especially as most expats moved to Sicily to escape the phenomenon of winter entirely. We just can’t accept not being able to sit outside, without those perpetually awful, gas heaters which singe you hair, make your face red and just sort of tower over you threateningly.
People, and I blame bar-owners, just can’t accept that when it’s cold, when it’s winter in Sicily, you should perhaps spend some time indoors. Nature dictates that we must huddle together for a few months of the year playing cards and drinking hot whiskey. It’s not a bad deal.
The time to wear speedos will come again, although there is really never an appropriate time to wear speedos. Until then we should eat seasonal fruit and veg, warm ourselves, and complain about politics, not because we know anything about it, but because we want to appear more intellectual.
So get your hot whiskey ready, become intimate with your stufa, and wait for this indoor season to pass. It’s winter in Sicily also.
John P Brady writes fiction, articles and a blog about life in Italy, where he has chosen to make his home. His first book, a collection, entitled Back to the Gaff has been recently published by Roadside Fiction. It concerns the wild happenings in Dublin by night and documents the attitudes of the youth in modern Irish society. Keep up to date with his writing by subscribing:
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