No ‘Turtling’ Here!

Even in Sicily, Winter is upon us!

Although in Modica, while the night-time temperatures have dropped (between 2c and 7c for the next 10 days), the daily temperatures are quite good (between 13c and 17c), and it can certainly feel nicely mild, at least in the sunshine.
You’re aware I cultivate cactuses and succulents, but you may not be aware the majority aren't at all cold-tolerant, given most are from the southern USA, Mexico, and South America in some cases. Which is why my cactuses enter a state of 'dormancy' during these colder months ... while my succulents will also slow down their growth and water requirements during this period too.
They're 'turtling', as I call it.
Now I've found some people also appear to display the same behaviour? As in: They'll also 'turtle' during the colder months; staying indoors or, at the very least, limit their travels about the place to the barest minimum.
I, however (and we), refuse to do so! This is our fourth Winter here, and we simply refuse to curtail our 'outdoor activities' during this period of relative cold.
Why would we, and why should we? In many ways, it's the best time of the year to be out-and-about the place. There are few if any tourists about, which means we often have the places we visit to ourselves. Case In point: Beaches are often bereft of all but a few dog-walkers.
And, given the sunshine, why wouldn’t you want to go?

Friends Can Help...

We recently had friends come visit all the way from New Zealand.
Over 18,000 kilometres away ... and big ups for that! Alright, they did visit other places first of course, but still...
Why am I bringing this up? Well, it’s because ‘virgin visitors’ to your wee corner of the world f’sure bring out the dormant ‘tourist guide’ in you! And I, for one, delighted in playing said ‘tourist guide’ for three first-time Kiwis.

Those drystone walls...

Now, before they arrived, I’d drafted up (I always do for most anything!) a list of ‘must-see’, ‘may-see’ and ‘if’n we have time-see’ sights I reckoned they’d all be interested in. An action vindicated by the fact they at least seemed to thoroughly enjoy themselves.
We took in the local sights first, of which Modica has many I’m happy to report, before branching out into the local countryside on excursions to 4,000-year-old burial sites, Byzantine-era cave-homes, and two nearby beaches! Then it was off on a road trip to the nearby ‘big city’ of Siracusa (Syracuse), for its Greek temple, medieval castle, sacred spring and so many churches.
The road trip itself also proved ‘educational’, as we were, after all, driving through the heart of the countryside to get there. Those drystone walls in our province are awesome!
While it was Winter, the weather god (that’s Zeus or Jupiter here) blessed us with cool and sometimes even warm, non-rainy days, which we were able to take maximum advantage of.
I thoroughly enjoyed myself!

Resigned

I’d been an Admin for the 596-member “Kiwis in Italy” Facebook page since last year.
This Facebook group being for those “Kiwis intending to be in Italy or partners / family members of potential Kiwis in Italy to swap stories, tips and support each other.” A worthy cause, and a well worthy group too, of course.

However, unfortunately (fortunately?), I had to let go because my “All Things Modica” Facebook page has really taken off! I created this page back in September 2023, and posted for the first time on the 15th September. Alice (naturally) was my very first subscriber/follower but, over the next four months, this grew exponentially to its current total of 51 ‘Likes’ and 70 ‘Followers’!
Updating this page daily now takes up a lot of time y’see ... as I set myself the (albeit self-inflicted) task of trolling through each-and-every local news website; other Modican (in Italian/Sicilian) Facebook groups; and even ‘stalk’ the Polizia Locale (Local Police) and the Sindica’s (Mayor’s) pages ... all to come to grips with what’s actually going on in my home city.
Why? Well, because I saw the so-obvious need for such a page, given the singular lack of anything like such a forum, in English, covering what’s happening in la mia bella città (my beautiful city): From a ‘local interest’ and ‘what’s on’ point of view.
It’s been both a journey and a revelation, I must say.
But one that I’ve been happy to make, given my wonderful audience!

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Time Goes By

2024? 2024!

As the locals here in New York City would put it: “Oh my God!” And you just read that in your head with an American accent, didn’t you?

Happy New Year from the US of A

Anyways: Whoa ... it’ll be 2024 tomorrow! I mean, how can that possibly be?
It seems like it was just yesterday the UK’s ‘Brexit Withdrawal Agreement’ was signed into law; Trump was elected President by American voters; and do you remember when ‘Y2K’ was a thing?
I guess what I’m trying to say is that as the years go by, time seems to speed up. Somehow.
To me, it seems like it was only the other day that I was holding our eldest son’s hand as he took his first tentative baby steps. Or making ‘aeroplane noises’ to get our youngest to eat that food he really wasn’t too fussed about having. And now they’re 32 and 29 years old respectively!
Oh, I so know I’m not alone here too. Far too many others around my age have made a catchphrase of: “Where have the years gone?” It’s a very familiar lament, of course, amongst us who’ve reached that ... certain age.
For me though, I’ll approach 2024 with a sense of wonder: Wonder that I’ve made it this far; that I’ve achieved what I’ve achieved; and that I’m happy.
All I wish for is that you and yours have as great a New Year as I know me and mine will…
Buon Anno! (Happy New Year!)

On The Road Again

They say travel broadens the mind?
And I do consider myself pretty broad-minded! Jokes aside though: Who am I to argue with the accepted wisdom?
Now we’ve travelled more that many over and down the years. Albeit a lot of the time because we felt the need to move country from time to time!
Okay, way more my fault this (ask my long-suffering wife!), as I’ve always had a somewhat low boredom threshold, and have always felt the need to keep moving. Both with my life in general ... and most often to hopefully further my career specifically.
‘Pastures new’ and all that!

One travel destination so worth it!

But, and of course, there comes a time when this becomes more hassle than it’s worth, and I do believe I’ve reached that threshold now. I mean: We’re not ever moving from our ‘kiwi4ever home’ in Modica. Nope. That’s f’sure a given! It’s just I’ve (finally) reached that time in my life when I find myself not enjoying the travel experience anymore.
I’m talking the travelling here ... not the destination. We’re here now in New York City with our youngest son, his lovely wife, and her wonderful family, so what’s not to love!
No. It’s the packing, unpacking, too-warm airports, same old same old hotel rooms, endless queuing, passport control, and so on. I’m so over it now.
Will we continue to travel and explore? Absolutely! That’ll never stop!
It’s just maybe I’ll leave the long-haul travelling to the younger ones now…

Apples and Oranges?

My previous entry spoke of travelling.

Let’s talk about destinations now. Because, human nature here, when you’re visiting a new place, you can’t help comparing it to where you’re living now. Now this could be problematic: Considering I’m in New York, right? But, ever up for a challenge, I’ll give it a go!
The streets here are no cleaner or dirtier than in Modica, and you similarly find yourself having to dodge dog poop. The people are less friendly, but that’s any big city for you.
Public transport is way better. Although, a side note here, not as good as in London. Modica has its churches, while New York has its skyscrapers. Both equally iconic, in their own way.
The bigger city is surprisingly green, so again equal there. Drivers here actually obey the traffic rules though, which is f’sure one up for “The Big Apple”!
The NYPD seem to be everywhere, which is another big win then. And the locals didn’t seem threatening: At least when walking about during the day. There are far too many of them though, and I do find myself yearning for a way less busy place.
This city is easy to navigate for ‘newbies’, with its awesome grid-pattern layout! But then, it’s nowhere near as old as Modica. However, New York is, as you’d expect, way more multicultural. Which I’ve always considered a big plus.
My final thought here though is that this city isn’t a place to grow old in.

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Greetings

Italian greetings can be warmer than I for one was used to.

Do remember, and of course, I was brought up in this uber-uptight very ‘Anglo-Saxon’ household. A ‘for instance’ here: When I passed my School Certificate exams in the sixth form, my dad congratulated me by shaking my hand: There was none of that ‘suspect’ hugging going on. Not in our household.

If Marcello and Sophia can do it...

But then, you’ll get a warm greeting here from a local only if you’re lucky enough!
While f’sure the ‘standard’, and much more common greeting (with either sex), is still that firm handshake, with direct eye contact and a winning smile, there’s a ‘next level’ greeting.
Excepting for family, it’s one that you’ll only be offered, and it must be offered, if you’re considered a good friend.
Now we in the non-Italian community (I’ve never liked the term ‘expat’) now commonly do ‘the Italian thing’ of air kissing on both cheeks, but to be offered that privilege, and it is, of doing so with a Sicilian?
Now that is something very special indeed!
What’s it mean? Well, it means you’ve ‘arrived’! That the local offering their (usually left) cheek for that air kiss is a sign that from now on you’re considered to be a close friend: Not merely an acquaintance; not a drinking buddy; and f’sure not a stranger any longer.
Despite its name, “il bacetto” (“the little kiss”) is therefore a big, and not little, thing here in Italy.
Even more so in Sicily!

Term of Unendearment

I mentioned that I dislike the term ‘expat’ just now ... and several times before this too.
And that’s despite the term being bandied about freely within foreign-but-resident communities both here in Sicily and throughout Italy.

Now Wikipedia defines an ‘expatriate’ as: “A person who resides outside their native country.” Now f’sure we fall into this category as retirees who’ve chosen to live here.
But does that make us expatriates? I don’t reckon so: In my humble opinion, we should more correctly be labelled as ‘immigrants’. Why so? Well, because that definition better fits our small communities here, don’t you think?
Here’s Wikipedia again: “Immigration is the international movement of people to a destination country of which they are not usual residents. or where they do not possess nationality, in order to settle as permanent residents.”
For me at least, the term ‘expat’ can be (and often is) seen as implying wealth and/or privilege. It implies an ‘otherness’ that I don’t want to be particularly labelled with. Not when my future’s here.
Okay, originally the word ‘expatriate’ basically referred to exiles. Thankfully a meaning now lost. Unless, of course, you consider some of us at least to be in self-exile from the UK post-Brexit!
An example from the “Expats Ragusa Province” Facebook page: “This is a group formed for English-speaking expats from various countries…” Which so smacks of that 'otherness' I was talking about.
With all that said: I’m an ‘immigrant’ … and a proud one too!

Local Policing

Back in February this year, I covered the various Italian police forces.
Now I only mentioned the local police in passing, so it’s time for a deep dive covering our very own ‘Polizia Locale Modica’.

Mid-morning ... business as usual...

The local police must enforce any instructions received from the national Judicial Authority, the regional Prefectural Authority, as well as the local comune. So, as well as traffic duties, they’re also responsible for: Judicial and public policing; enforcing building regulations; carrying out residential checks (as for us); as well as enforcing commercial premises checks when requested.
However, here’s the ‘crux’ of the matter: Do they actually do their job?
After living here for over three years, and my humble opinion only: No, they do not!
For a start, I reckon not one of the uniformed staff will ever see 60 again. So, they’re hardly a ‘dynamic’ bunch. Three are due to retire shortly too.
And just what they do all day is totally beyond me!
I’ve seen ‘em attending civic functions in their nice uniforms; I’ve noted them sitting in their offices; observed as they chat to friends in the street; and scoped their patrol cars parked up outside their HQ.
Have also seen them all leave at lunchtime; totally ignore speeding motorists (especially those damn scooters!); never once seen ‘em controlling traffic or on foot patrol during busy market days; and noted their laments in the local press about being under-staffed.
In short, they’re about as useful as a (Modican) chocolate teapot…

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Sun Seekers

Who doesn’t love the sun?

Especially as it’s late October and, although cloudy as I write this, it’s going to be between 15°C and 26°C today. So mustn’t grumble!
But am I here in Modica for the sun and warm temperatures? Well, to be honest here: That’s partially true. Of course. It is, however, just one factor amongst so many others.
Which brings me nicely to the point I’m trying to make: It’s just one factor. Not the only one.

Because there are fellow foreign residents here who are here, it would appear, for only that reason! And, that being so, they may as well be in the Costa del Sol, Côte d’Azur, or Mykonos surely?
I mean: If’n you’re not bothered with the local culture, language, history, events ... or the locals themselves ... then why indeed bother coming to Sicily? You may as well just rent or buy a holiday home, and split your time between here and wherever your ‘there’ is. Because the EU allows any non-EU/EEA national to stay in an EU member state within the Schengen Area for a maximum of 90 days within any 180-day period.
I know several fellow residents who fall into this category. My personal category of: “Why are you even bothering?” Bothering to go through the massive hassle of obtaining residency here, which it indeed is, when you’d clearly rather be there? Except, of course, for the aforementioned sun…
I will not apologise for holding such a view.

‘Crisp’ not ‘Cold’

Talking about the weather: This is our fourth Autumn in Sicily.
Autumn ‘officially’ occurs between September and November. And, as it is my fourth here, I’m now fully aware of all the telltale signs.
One of which is not the fact the clocks went back last Sunday. Nope. It’s more the little things that give it away.

Things like the evenings and early mornings getting ‘crisper’: Not ... exactly ... cold yet, just way cooler (although this could be me being in denial, of course!). Anyway, this occurred between the evening of the 1st October and the morning of the 3rd October.
What also happened on the 1st October, was our car being covered in dew for the first time since last Spring. Then there’s the fact the mirror in our bathroom is now steaming up following my morning shower. Yet another giveaway sign, I’m afraid!
Mustn’t grumble though, as we’ve been uber-spoiled with the weather this year. Here in Europe, September 2023 was the warmest on record: 2.51°C higher than the 1991-2020 average; and 1.1°C higher than 2020, the previous warmest September.
And, although the official stats aren’t out for October as yet, we f’sure went swimming several times this month.
There are other compensations. Most importantly: ‘La vendemmia‘ (‘The wine harvest’) is still ongoing! Then it’s also the month for lemons, chestnuts, pineapple, olives, eggplant, and fennel, amongst so many others.
Plus, I’m still doing my early morning walks in only shorts and a T-shirt!

Enhance Your Calm

‘Peace of mind’ is so a thing!
The Cambridge Dictionary defining this wonderful idiom as: “A feeling of calm or not being worried.”

No cloud-parting revelation...

Unfortunately, it’s f’sure not something that just happens to you one fine day: Like some cloud-parting revelation from above! Nope.
Entirely ironically, it’s something you must strive for. And it’s damned hard work, too. Then again, if’n it was easy, then everybody would obtain this particular state of mind, and the world would be a way better place for it, of course.
I have to admit to harbouring discontent and dissatisfaction when I first arrived in Sicily over three years ago now. Feelings of displeasure and disappointment with the world in general, and my chosen career and the people in it in particular.
Since then, though, I’ve striven manfully each and every day to achieve the ‘nirvana’ that is ‘peace of mind’.
Not through yoga, transcendental meditation, religion … or even alcohol! But through looking at each stress- and/or distress-inducing situation and then (sometimes forcibly!) asking myself: “Is this worth getting stressed or distressed over? Really?” Then, and hopefully, I answer myself with a resounding “Nah! It’ll be fine…” and move on with living and my life.
My wife, bless her, f’sure aids me in my valiant effort here. Always reminding me I shouldn’t get so upset or ‘shouty’ about this-or-that thing.
Or maybe I should be striving to believe that other great idiom, the one from New Zealand, that states: “She’ll be right…!”

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Love this Month

It’s September again.

And, before you say it: I do know it’s an annual thing! Regardless, here we are, in what is my favourite month of the year. And it’s nothing to do with the fact the Sicilian grape harvest is now in full swing! Although that doesn’t hurt, of course.

No. It’s rather that this month is the month of anniversaries. Both good and (somewhat) bad.
Let’s get the ‘bad’ out of the way first. This month marks eight years since I had my albeit mild, but uber-life-changing, heart attack. Not so bad really, as it led directly to us being here.
So on to the good!
The 24th marked our 35th wedding anniversary. A day to remind me, as if I needed it, just how very lucky I’ve been in life.
Then there’s the 25th September: My 65th birthday. Yet another reminder of the fortune I’ve had. For this I’m extra grateful, as my father died at 47; my grandfather at 58. I must make it to 75 to beat my great-grandfather, and I’m so up for that challenge!
The 26th marks a couple of other important milestones.
My first “kiwi4everhome” blog entry was uploaded on the 26th March 2020. And, during the last (precisely) three and a half years since, I’ve managed to scribe over 33,000 words!
Last, but f’sure not ‘leastly’, it was on Saturday the 26th September 2020, we boarded our 11:45 one-way EasyJet flight from London Gatwick to Catania.
Happy memories!

Advertising

Now advertising, and adverts, are something we don’t much like.
I’m sure we can all agree on that: A necessity sometimes, but...
It is, after all, an interruption and interference in our daily lives. However, there’s a time when it is f’sure a ‘necessity’. And that’s when it’s more about informing than product placement, of course! Think of that advert for your local theatre production, play group or sports club. Without which you may not actually know what’s happening in your own neighbourhood.

I bring this up because this type of ‘good’ advertising is sadly lacking here in Modica. Often times, it’s only when we’re passing that we see there’s something on. Or else they’re setting up a stage or exhibition, and we have to ask what’s going on.
It can get somewhat frustrating for us ‘non-clairvoyant’ residents! By that I mean: The locals instinctively seem to know what’s happening. Or going to happen. How they do that, I have no idea … but they do!
And before you say it, the internet’s about as useful as a chocolate teapot when it comes to finding out what’s on. Or not on, for that matter. I’ve spent many a frustrating hour trying to find out, for example, what religious processions are on in the coming month. There’s no one source: If’n there’s any at all!
Which is why I felt compelled to create my “All Things Modica” Facebook page.
For my own benefit as much as it is for others!

Little Health, No Safety

All Summer long we’ve seen guys working on local building sites in our neighbourhood.
This includes working on a large property observable from our terrace, as well as having workmen working on our property during that time. And what really got to me is the total lack of any form of safety measures. Although this is more from the nearby building site, rather than our own place.

Not even a hint of a sign either...

I mean, these guys are up two to four stories, either on scaffolding or on the roof, and there’s not a hard hat, safety harness or high vis vest between them. To be entirely fair here, these did appear ... once ... when an inspector, obviously from the comune, turned up with his clipboard. He, at least, was all ‘safetied-up’! But that was f’sure the exception that proved the rule.
Now the guys working on our place did wear hard hats and obviously had to have harnesses as they were abseiling up and down hard-to-get-to walls to fix ‘em for us.
All good then.
However, when they were chipping away at said walls to get them back to the original stone, not one wore any form of safety mask. The coughing and spluttering got real annoying!
Is it a ‘macho’ thing? Would an Italian or foreign worker be laughed at by his buddies for being a big girl’s blouse because he insisted on wearing a hard hat? Who can say?
All I know is: It’s hard to watch sometimes.

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Phases

It’s widely acknowledged there are several phases of retirement you’ll likely encounter.

I know. Been there, done that ... worn out the T-shirt!

Using an It analogy here...

1. Firstly, there’s ‘Realisation’: Your retirement date’s arrived;
2. Followed by the ‘Honeymoon Period’: No need for alarms or another commute. You can chill!
3. Then comes ‘Disenchantment’: The gloss of retirement wears thin. You may become bored, directionless, and maybe even suffer depression;
4. Succeeded by ‘Reorientation’: You find out some adjustments are needed to improve happiness and fulfilment; and
5. Finally, there’s ‘Stability’: You’re fully adjusted and acclimatised to this new reality.
And then, hopefully, you’ll find both contentment and confidence.
Why do I bring this up? Okay, because I’m retired, but also because it’s exactly like settling into a new country, y’see! I’ve seen it in myself ... and seen it with many others immigrating here. Whether in person, or on the several ‘expat’ Facebook groups I belong to.
Now I’m an old cynic (blame 35 years in IT), but believe me here: The ‘Honeymoon Period’ will not last forever. You’re so excited to be here? I get it. But it’s just a phase. One us ‘old hands’ have all been through.
Then again, the ‘Disenchantment’ phase shouldn’t last your lifetime either. Things aren’t like they were back ‘home’? It was/is so much better there? Alright. I get that too.
But then life’s all about adjustments: Good and bad … retiring or simply living. With that realisation comes inner peace.
You’ll find yours...

“Google it...”

There's an anecdote, attributed to Oliver Cromwell, that reads: “Trust in God, but keep your powder dry”.
It's a good maxim ... whether you have faith or not. You wouldn't jump out of a plane without first checking you needed a parachute, would you? So why is it so many seem to rely on (seemingly) blind faith when it comes to moving somewhere new?
I am, of course, talking about moving to Sicily.
As mentioned above, I actively belong to several ‘expat’ Facebook groups, and they can be a source of uber-frustration! I'm being polite here, but the downright ... naivety ... of some people is breathtaking.

There's the (anonymous) poster who asked about whether buying an olive-producing property in Ragusa (my) province would result in “any form of extortion, through organized crime members...” Then foolishly asked for comments.
Another, obviously fresh off the plane in Palermo, stated they’d found over-flowing bins, and “faeces all over the side walk”. And, because of this, went on to say they didn't want to “give up on my Sicilian dream just yet.”
Then there's the person who bought a 16m² ‘tiny house’ from a local company for €30,000. The workmanship was awful, so were legitimately complaining. Regardless, that's €1,875m², when the island average (2023) is €1,129m².
The lack of work here seems to somehow shock people too. While Italy’s jobless rate is falling, the unemployment rate in Sicily is over double the national average.
Don’t rely on blind faith: Google it!

End on a High

Time to focus on the positive...
It’s easy to complain about Italy’s infamous bureaucracy, the unnecessary hurdles sometimes placed in your way, and the many other ‘hiccups’ we’ve experienced post-move, but I don’t dwell on those.

Don't try this at home...

I saw a post recently on an expats Facebook page that boldly stated: “La Dolce Vita doesn’t exist. It’s just some delusional dream created by some IG [Instagram] content creator.” Albeit Fellini couldn’t possibly have posted about it in 1960.
Regardless, my reply was: “You just gotta look harder yeah…” Because it’s true, sorry. Not sorry.
Y’see, it takes work and dedication to be able to score your own personal “Sweet Life”. But it’s f’sure obtainable! And that’s no matter where you are on this planet. It’s always the little things, the more positive things, that stand out to me the most here in Modica.
Things like the naked beauty everywhere: The history, the Mediterranean, the wild flowers.
The church bells ringing from 8am to 8pm every day.
The patience of the locals with both me, and my (frankly) doubtful Italian!
The curiosity many have about us, and (most often) why we’re here. And their delight when we say we’re permanent.
The kindness and friendliness of the many people who’ve helped us along the way. Several of whom we now consider friends.
That feeling of safety when walking about, no matter the hour.
The creativity of the locals when it comes to overcoming obstacles.
What’s not to love?
Life’s sweet!

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Nonsensical?

There’s some weird stuff here!

Things that took some getting used to. At least, for us stranieri (foreigners).
Take shop sales.

'Saldi' ('Sales')

Unlike many other countries, here you’re allowed only two sales periods a year: One in winter; the other in summer; and between government-set dates! I mean: In NZ or the UK, if’n you wanted to celebrate your cat’s birthday with a sale? Fill your boots!
Not here though. These dates can vary from region to region, too. The 2023 summer sales period for Sicily runs between the 6th July and the 15th September, while in Lombardy (Milan), it’s 6th July and 30th August.
Go figure!
Then there’s the fact that, although we live in a city of 53,000, there are no traffic lights here.
Not one! Which makes us about a century behind the rest of the world. Now, it’s widely acknowledged Italy has far fewer traffic lights than roundabouts. And, to be fair, in Modica we do have a lot of the latter!
I have to say though, I don’t think it’d make an ounce of difference to the locals’ bad driving habits … so maybe why bother?
Writing of traffic?
I’ve noticed many drivers don’t bother with seatbelts. Which maybe is their concern, right? This, however, also extends to their kids not being strapped in! Don’t know how many we’ve seen bouncing up and down on mum’s lap … or standing on the back seat.
Given their love of children here … this is entirely nonsensical!

Quirks?

From the nonsensical ... to the quirky.
One, albeit welcome, oddity here is that you don’t have to pay for that coffee or aperitivo, at a cafe or bar, until you’re ready to leave. No matter how many you may subsequently order. Or, indeed, how long you choose to sit there!
For me anyways, when you’re so used to being asked to pay up-front for each beverage (or donut!) when you order it, this is such a refreshing change!

Then there’s the way Italians will say “Pronto?” (lit. “Ready?”), when answering the phone. Straight off, I noticed Alice naturally started doing this here. This, apparently, is to let the person on the other end of the phone know that you are, in fact, ready to talk to them.
And then, instead of saying “May I come in?”, as you maybe would in English when entering someone’s home, you say “Permesso?” (lit. “Permit?” or “Permission?”). Of course, they’re asking for permission to come in.
Then again, neither pronto nor permesso are actually meant literally, it’s more good form and common courtesy here.
On the border between nonsensical and (un)charming quirky Italian habit, f’sure there’s timekeeping!
A ‘for instance’ here? The other day we made an appointment with the local bank, and the guy we had the appointment with said 10am … then added the caveat “That’s 10 … Sicilian time, okay?” Meaning he’d be ready to see us at 10am … or maybe 10:05 … perhaps even 10:20.
Anything’s possible!

Rules?

There are f’sure some hard-and-fast ‘food rules’ not to be broken here.
Like never break spaghetti! That’s a ‘never ever’, alright? If’n you snap your spaghetti before putting it into the pot, you might just hear some nonna (grandmother) tsk-tsking away in the distance.
I kid you not! And don’t use a fork and spoon when eating said spaghetti: Only a fork is acceptable for pastas that ‘twirl’, okay?
And let’s not get started on the ‘pineapple-on-pizza’ crime against humanity...
Yes: Italians have a lot of rules when it comes to food!

'Filet-O-(maybe)Fish' with cheese? Nope!

Including not putting cheese (Parmesan or otherwise) on any fish-based pasta or risotto dish. Here the thinking is the cheese flavour would overwhelm the delicate taste of the seafood. However, many pizzerias will offer seafood-and-cheese pizzas, which don’t seem to raise eyebrows!
Then, don’t ask for a ‘salad dressing’ for your insalata (salad) either. You can forget about that “Italian dressing” so popular elsewhere, here you may dress your salad with olive oil and vinegar. Maybe substituting the latter with lemon juice or balsamic vinegar.
The practice of walking and eating, fairly commonplace elsewhere, is frowned upon in Italy. Food should be enjoyed slowly, with sit-down, sociable meals. Even street food should only be eaten standing up if there's no convenient seat.
Of course, there’s one notably delicious exception: Gelato. Now that you’re allowed to enjoy while strolling about the place!
The above rules are the tip of a very big iceberg.
Buon appetito! Enjoy your meal!

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The ‘When’

I can name the day when my attitude started changing.

Beginning to flip-flop from: “Everything’s fine...” to: “Y’know what? Life’s too short...”
It was Monday the 14th September 2015 when it started. A sunny day as I recall, only a week and a half before my 57th birthday.

Me in Auckland Hospital

It was also the day I was admitted to Auckland Hospital after two episodes. As in: Heart attacks. Albeit ‘minor’ ones.
At first, I was all: “It’s just a warning...” And I was back at work the next Monday morning. As I pointed out in my “About Me” bio for this blog, in doing so, I’d ignored my doctor’s, my wife’s, and even my sons’ advice. What a plonker yeah?
But, like any other insidious thought that gnaws away at your conscious mind, it began to dawn on me. Slowly at first, then with increasing clarity and urgency: What the hell was I doing here? With my so-called career? In this country? More importantly perhaps: With my life?
With such cheery questions firmly in mind now, I proceeded to lose it over the next year. Along with our kids, who’d both decided to leave the country for pastures new. Not because of me, I must hasten to add!
No … I’m talking about the will to work here. I wanted ‘out’: Out of the rat-race; out of my 32-year career; and out of New Zealand. I’d had enough. Life, I’d decided, was for living.
And I’m so doing that now!

Keep Busy

They say nostalgia is wasted on the young.
And it’s true! I mean: Why be nostalgic when you’ve way more future than history? You should be looking forward ... not back.
Looking back is something reserved for someone … say … my age! Now I have way more history than future to look forward to.
And I don’t mind that. ‘Cause that’s just the way life is, of course. Plus, I’m not quite ready yet to “rage against the dying of the light...”
So, now that I’m retired and got (apparently!) way more time on my hands than I’ve ever had, I can now ‘indulge myself’ and wallow in said nostalgia. Which I’ve taken to mean: Get on with those things you’ve been promising yourself (and others) you’d do.

Our sons ... in Kos, Greece

And for me that means scanning in all those old family photos so we have digital copies; getting on with my family tree; and (trying to) learn Italian.
The ‘family photos’ thing has been enjoyable and frustrating in about equal measure. Some are 60-plus years old, and haven’t aged well, given the old tech used to take ‘em!
My family tree has been full of revelations. Many not so good. For every war hero and heroic mum who raised a dozen children … there’s two drunks and loadsa kids born out of wedlock.
As for my Italian? I’m lazy, so the less said about that the better, I’m afraid!
The most important thing is to keep busy though, right?

Legacy Systems

One other thing that comes to mind, now I’m getting old(er) is ‘legacy’.
By that I mean: The lasting impact on others of events, actions, and so on, that’ve taken place in my life. Yup! I’m in that particular phase right now, and have been since my (early) retirement.

Such sweet memories...

Although, given my over three-decade stint in IT, perhaps the definition for ‘legacy IT systems’ would be a better analogy? As in: “A legacy system is any outdated computing system, hardware or software that is still in use.” With the caveat that: “Most legacy systems still function even if they’re outdated...”
Which is somewhat encouraging!
But analogies aside, legacy is something that does concern me. And many others of a similar age, I’m very sure. What are we leaving behind us, when we’ve gone? Oh, I’m not at all being maudlin about it, it’s just a fact of life.
Alice and I can count ourselves very lucky because we have that greatest of all legacies, of course: Our children. But what of the more mundane things? What footprint will I leave behind?
Well, this blog for one! Which is one of the reasons I started it in the first place. Then there’s the family tree I’ve already mentioned … along with scanning in all those family pics.
Of course, while these things are all important, as already stated, what’s even more so is the impact you’ve had on others’ lives down the years.
And hopefully still have even today.

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Licensing

Six months ago, Alice embarked on an arduous and frustrating journey.

A ‘campaign’ to obtain her Italian patente di guida (driver’s license). And I have nothing but admiration for both her tenacity and downright stubbornness!
So why does she have to do it?
Well, British residents in Italy with UK-issued driver’s licenses can still drive legally here until the end of 2023. Now, as we both have UK licenses, we’re likewise covered until the end of this year, just like them. Which is good news for us, of course!

She's aced it...!

However, the ‘extra’ good news for them is they can straight swap their licenses for Italian ones. They have until the end of 2023 to do so. The bad news for us though is that this exchange doesn’t apply to us!
Why?
Because we’d originally straight-swapped our NZ licenses for UK ones when we’d first arrived there many years ago, and the Italian authorities state that as our licenses were initially NZ ones … this ruling doesn’t apply to us! Or anyone in a similar situation to ours, for that matter: So any non-EU citizens who managed to do the same thing back in the day? They too must go through this process!
Why only Alice, you may ask? The theory test (which she just aced!) is in very ‘tricksy’ old-fashioned and obscure Italian … and my wife’s language skills are so very much better than mine, do y’see?
She did it though, and I’m so very proud of her!

Cost of Living

The cost of living is rising everywhere...
And we’re not immune to that in Sicily: We’ve noticed it during our weekly shop, and at the cafes and restaurants we frequent.
However, I do have to say it’s less noticeable here than in many other places. Including northern Italy, according to my research.

Breakfast of champions...!

You can, for instance, still get a caffè latte, a caffè americano and a ciambella (doughnut) as big as your palm for less than €5.00 if you ‘shop around’. As in: Stay away from the tourist areas.
Now, naturally, I’ve been here long enough now to know said places! Having said that, the above selection will set you back only around €6.50 even in the historical centre, which is still not bad at all considering.
As for shopping, while a kilo of, say, tomatoes will set you back up to €3.00 at a supermercato, dried pasta is still as cheap as chips.
And again, if’n you shop around, you’ll find bargains at a local fruttivendolo (fruit shop). Our favourite, for example, regularly has (‘okay’) tomatoes on offer at €1.00 a kilo! With the same price for melanzane (eggplants), oranges, mandarins, etc., all dependant on the season.
Now we’re incredibly lucky in Modica, given we’re in the centre of a prime agricultural area, so the transport cost from field-to-table is low, and they grow about everything you need locally, so we’re very spoiled!
So, while it is getting more expensive … I reckon it’s entirely ‘bearable’.

Housing

So, what’s the local housing market like?

Well, the average price for a property in Modica bassa (the lower historic centre) where we live, is only €871 per square metre. However, as with all ‘averages’, the prices and conditions vary widely, of course!

'Spot the Difference': €2.7 million and €4,700...

The most expensive property being this 2,000 m², 31-roomed farm house for €2.7 million. Which comes with about 17 hectares planted with citrus fruit, olive trees and vines. Which, okay, works out to a modest €1,350 m².
However, it isn’t even here ... it’s out in the countryside ... but then that’s the local real estate agencies for you! In fact, if’n you click on the map of its location, it only shows the agent’s office, which alright is in Modica bassa! Ha!

At the extreme other end of the scale, the cheapest right now is a €4,700, 24 m², ‘Detached House’! It’s actually here, and translates to only €196 per square metre. Not that you’d want to live there, especially as the agency describes it as: “Da ristrutturare” (“To be restructured”)!

So, what did we pay for our ‘kiwi4ever’ home back in 2021?
Well, it cost us €787 per square metre: ‘Un-restructured’. We, however, were very lucky, given it was an ex-B&B so liveable from the off, and we ‘only’ had to replace the doors and windows, fit a new kitchen, and furnish it to our taste.
All of which pushed the overall price up to €1,084 per square metre.
Which is very good, considering.

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Where’s Spring?

Mother Nature, you had one job!

This ‘Spring’, thus far, has been … somewhat … problematic, I’m afraid. As in: Where the Hell is it?
Unlike previous ones, this year’s been topsy-turvy weather-wise.
I write this because it’s 06:44, and only 9 degrees, with a high (low) of 19 predicted from 11am. At least it’ll be sunny all day. That, and the humidity’s dropping at last: Although it’s 75 percent right now, it drops to less than 50 percent during the day. So that’s something!

At least there's the wild flowers!

The flora and fauna are about as confused as I am too.
For instance, the swifts, those speedy and most acrobatic of birds, have arrived back from their over-wintering in sub-Saharan Africa, to their Modican birthplaces to breed and nest. They f’sure must be a bit shocked at how the weather’s turning out: Temperatures up; then down; and way more rain than usual.
Weird!
By the way, while I do love to see ‘em return, I don’t love the fact they poo on our terrace!
Then we had almond trees blossoming way back in the first week of February which, I foolishly thought, meant Spring would be arriving early this year. How wrong was I then?
Have to say though, the wild flowers don’t seem to give a toss, as they’re in full and glorious bloom right now. Which makes any walk and/or drive a real pleasure.
The long-range weather forecast talks of more rain, with warmer weather only arriving in mid-May.
Sigh!

Uplifting Experiences

As inevitably as those wild flowers appearing in Spring, ‘stagione delle processioni’ (‘procession season’) is upon us once again.
As in: Religious processions. I’ve said it before, it’s worth restating here that this is f’sure a thing here in this most Catholic corner of Italy. Of course, such festivals aren’t just celebrated in Sicily, but throughout the country. It’s just that on the island they have actual meaning for a sizable portion of the population.
On the understanding that they’re also a great drawcard for tourists: Both domestic and foreign.
As we witnessed for the two, arguably most famous, ones that kicked off this month.

The first (and more ‘touristy’) being the “Madonna Vasa Vasa” (“Madonna Kiss Kiss”) held on Easter Sunday. When the simulacrums of ‘The Madonna’ and ‘The Risen Christ’ are carried separately up and down the main streets here in the lower city, before meeting up, when the Madonna kisses her risen son.
It’s a very joyful occasion, and the mood is both light and festive.
Next up, it’s “La Festa di San Giorgio”, which happens on the Sunday following the 23rd of April, St. George’s Day. As San Giorgio is Modica’s patron saint, as you can imagine, this is an important one! The saint’s equestrian simulacrum, complete with dragon, is carried all about the old city: From valley bottom to the very highest point, taking eight hours plus!
While we love both festivals, it’s San Giorgio’s that makes the greatest impression.
An absolute joy!

Integration

Talking of ‘procession season’, I have a pet peeve here!
As an immigrant (I don’t like using the term ‘expat’), I’m both happy and thankful we’ve found our ‘4everhome’ here in Modica.
With this in mind, we’ve actively sought every opportunity to integrate ourselves into our now-community. Our Modican community that is. I mean: Why bother even being here otherwise?
We’ve sought to make local friends and acquaintances; and cultivated useful links into both the regional bureaucracy and business community. For a start, that’s the way things work around here. Because it’s f’sure who you know, rather than what, and I for one don’t mind that, especially as if’n you’re ‘in with the locals’, it makes things so very much easier.

Why make it more difficult for yourself?
I mentioned processions?
If you’ve chosen to live here, at least try to make an effort to attend them! But … you’re not religious?
If you think that’s a good enough reason to simply not bother, then you’re missing the entire point of being here, I’m afraid. These are occasions that bring locals together in celebration of their community: Demonstrating pride in themselves; their history; and their place in the world.
Remember that although a higher percentage of Sicilians regularly attend church than elsewhere in Italy, that percentage is still way less than half. Which means the majority of those attending these processions aren’t amongst that core faithful.
In short: Get off your arse, out of your comfort zone, and integrate!

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