"It does not exist that..."

"It does not exist that you come to Italy and don't come to Sicily". These were the words, directly translated, when I told my Sicilian friend that I was coming to Italy this summer and I didn't know if I was going to see her. For the last few months, I would recall her email and think "who in their right mind would deny a Sicilian woman after that kind of "request""?! 

Well, I've made it to Sicily and all I can say is "I'm glad I gave into her demand". As the bus slowly approached the familiar area of Taormina, I could feel my level of anticipation rising rapidly. When I finally got off the bus and saw her standing there, all we could do is hug, kiss and cry! 

We came back to her house and it was like I've never left.  We had a great time catching up. Now, don't think that catching up means going back a year. No, I'm only talking about a month which is the longest we've gone without talking and the only reason it's been a month is because the last two weeks I didn't have Internet access. 

The crowning touch of our first few hours together- she pulled out a Diet Coke and gave it to me after dinner! She remembered that last year I had to have my addiction every night so she made sure to have one chilled and ready to go for me tonight. And that beautiful little gesture,  my friends, is a sign of Sicilian love.