la festa di venerdi.

we drive fifteen minutes out from ortigia, giuseppe drives like a maniac and listens to easy listening, cheesy italian music. past rivers and cane and vast fields of dirt ready for planting. i keep saying 'voglio vivere qui!' 'i want to live here!'
we arrive at a house party on a ranch, complete with sound system for guest performers, many of which are old and famous, and servers for little dishes of food, glasses of water, vino. this was a my grandfatheràs land, we made the walls out of sontes we dug out of the fields.

sun sets in an ever clear sky cotton candy bands melt into the field behind a green finger tree. three children, maybe 11 years old, perform a play and they are incredible actors, and i envy their mastery of this incredibly beuatiful language. i want to speak it perfectly and await the day. i am falling in love with this place.
i have seen one fast food restaurant since i came.


a kitten roams around here and i pick it up, then notice it is missing an eye. a fresh'looking wound.
i find the incredibly nice outdoor bathroom to wash my arms and hands, sticky with eye goo and take with me the skeleton key that was in one of the fancy stall doors.

karaoke ensues, waltzes, 'poker face' which iàve heard so many times since i've been here and it always makes me think of the drag show at the bar in lexington. they play beyonce's 'halo' and of course i laugh at you, adele, and sing along and think of home.

projected is a video of the last party at the summer solstice and it is low quality, home'edited, and makes me laugh because the music is so terrible and it is so poorly edited, they keep playing music like celine dion's song from the titanic.

i get a little drunk off the free white wine and plates and plates of amazing food. i accidentally eat octopus, and stuff myself on tables of amazing desert.