Sicilian Valentine

I spent the weekend in Sicily, home of the Mafia and the cannolo. Didn't see any mafiosos (at least that I was aware of) but I did see and eat many cannoli. Our first night we wandered over to the Teatro Massiomo and found this charming trattoria. We all ordered food and when I ordered a pizza for myself, the waiter gestured and explained that a pizza was too big for a girl like me. I proceeded with my order, determined to prove him wrong.

I ate that whole damn pizza, and had room for dessert. The pizza was yummy, but the taste of victory was better.

Sicily was freezing the entire time that we were there, but we enjoyed ourselves nonetheless. We were in Palermo, which is Italy's 5th largest city. I actually preferred Palermo to Rome in some ways because it is so much more authentic. There aren't guys walking around in gladiator outfits, taking pictures with tourists. Instead, there are old ladies who will give you the Sicilian stare-down (a more hard-core version of the Italian stink-eye).

Now, I'm sitting on my Roman couch, waiting for my laundry to be done and procrastinating a museum report. There's a rhythm to my life here and it's comfortable. I guess that means it's time to shake things up. Who wants to go dancing?