Postcards From Sicily

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Notes to Jow
MamaFran phrase of the day: “It’s a Cathedral to Saint. . .Someone!”
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Me (figures out she’s staring at a reliquary) (immediately presses herself up against the gate) (hisses): Let me in! Let me in! Oh please let me in!
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I’ve remember I have the right to escape. I’m remembering how much I like the sound of many languages mixed together. I’m remembering that with money, I can ranger without google.  I’m remembering slowly that I’m capable.  I can see the sky. That’s why it feels cold.
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My sister had two pieces of cake and two cannolis for breakfast. Like a goddamn champion.
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Our local Palermo tour guide is scooping all the cream out with a knife and eating it off the knife. It’s everything you want it to be
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My sister re going inside the opera house (for a fee): let’s go to Sephora and think about it.
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Over here it’s mimosa Mary Mary Mary red wine Mary Mary Mary plate of fried food Mary Mary Mary blood orange juice Mary Mary Mary cannoli
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Also do you know how much astrological crap they put in churches here? Like, just shy of a ouija board.  Like if there’s dress up and astrology and major incense just on a regular Sunday, I’m interested.
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It’s interesting to hear our tour guide talk about the unification of Italy in 1860. He calls it the beginning of the end. He says it’s what caused everyone to leave southern Italy, the mafia and poverty.
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Doggy literally led us on a tour through the (small archeology) island. Mom named her Foufou and fed her crackers.
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Whenever Mom asks us to explain something we have no way of knowing, I start with, well! From my extensive knowledge base from having been here so much…Also my sister has the most epic eye roll ever when the olds get rowdy on the bus. Like. Kardashian level.
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They let me near the ocean without being dressed for it. I am now back in my sneakers wearing soggy yoga pants. There’s sand all over the bus. I have a deep toddler level of satisfaction in the chaos I have wrought. My mother is only somewhat pretending not to know me.
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There was a boy at the valley of the temples who was clearly god touched. He walked barefoot and kept blowing smoke offerings everywhere.
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So far on the trip while taking pictures I’ve been called “the lady of the house” and “the goddess of the temple”. Also at the bikini babe (4 AD) mosaic site we had our hottest tour guide to date. He’s a local politician. And we spent a solid ten minutes of intense eye contact and when he made a point he touched my arm and I managed to stay upright.
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We did these steps today that were brutal and slanted weird and tall. 146 of them. I don’t think I could have done them before i started working with Xina.
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No one is out by the pool. It’s literally just me. I’m drunk on solitude lol.
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They are having a festa to st George around here ❤ we went to his basilica and saw his relics and his fancy carryable status which are both only out once a year for festa. Each is 800 pounds and carried by eight guys who rotate out in teams.
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I feel like I am having some kind of bookish Madonna experience where I’m conceiving my next book here. I’m taking in information, salami, scenery, books I’m reading, churches, temple ruins and it’s going to be…something.
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Like I have so few fucks to give. Not in a mean way just in a well if you want to do that, that’s not going to be my problem and then I think about lemon ice or the cake I just had or salami.
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I saw a bride get married at a bascilica. Her dress was amazing. They rang the bells for her. Hilariously we were at a chocolate tasting at an artisan shop with the most beautiful copper double boiler and a tiny woman making it by hand and slamming the pans to settle it, we were dressed in scrubs as we watched.
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We started calling my mother Senoria No Pesce because our director told a waiter that she didn’t want fish and she keeps saying she doesn’t want to eat this and she doesn’t want to eat that. We have people on her tour calling her that too lol.
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So, today’s experience was that we were in the ruins of demeter’s temple which is basically a cave with amazing acoustics. Our tour guide launched into some opera to St. Lucy and I had never heard anything like it. Ever. The sound echoing off the cave was unreal. Doves flew while he sang.
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I have never had an experience like this. We went into a villa and they showed us this super fancy jewelry workshop. They fed us this beautiful huge spread with champagne. They cleaned our rings. And then they had jewelry from $18 Euros to Tiffany high levels. They didn’t care what you bought. I wanted a pink rose coral charm with a lava stone. It was not even $30 euros. They changed the setting to sterling silver for me right there! While I ate! So I was in a daze and I bought my mom a gold Sicily charm and two lava bracelets with stones. I’m tax exempt and I didn’t even spend $150! I spent most of it on my mom!
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Oh!!! At the huge Saint Agnes church, they had saint vending machines. For real.
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There are super pushy street salespeople in this town and with everything going on right now…there was a dude bothering us at our table to buy a toy. Like whining. And we didn’t make eye contact. And then we shook our heads and said no politely. He still kept bothering us. I finally had it and I said very loudly and firmly, “We said NO!!!!” And he backed off. He repeated it mockingly but he stopped bothering us and no other dudes had nothing to say to us after that. I’m discovering my power in weird ways here.
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Deborah Castellano
Deborah Castellano's book Glamour Magic: The Witchcraft Revolution to Get What You Want is available for purchase through Amazon, Llewellyn and Barnes and Noble.

She is a frequent contributor to Occult/Pagan sources such as the Llewellyn almanacs, Witchvox, PaganSquare and Witches & Pagans magazine.  She writes about Charms, Hexes, Weeknight Dinner Recipes, Glamoury and Unsolicited Opinions on Morals and Magic here at Charmed, I'm Sure.

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In a previous life, Deborah founded the first Neo-Victorian/Steampunk convention, SalonCon which received rave reviews from con-goers and interviews from the New York Times and MTV.

She resides in New Jersey with her husband, Jow and their cat, Max II. She has a terrible reality television habit she can't shake and likes St. Germain liquor, record players and typewriters.  

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2 Responses

  1. Rolanda Gilbert-Eyke

    Like, the vending machine gives you a saint? A little statue? Or it gave cards about saints?

  2. A card for the saint the machine was near. One euro got you a very nice laminated prayer card.
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