And then there were two...

Trip Start Jan 02, 2011
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Trip End Sep 14, 2011


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Monday, September 12, 2011

The title of this entry will be slightly misleading, as in fact my last remaining goodbye is now over, but anyways you get the jist. After seeing Caterina off at the airport yesterday the dragged out series of farewells that has been going on since June has officially come to an end. I suppose I could breath a sigh of relief that I don't have to say bye to anymore of these wonderful people, but I can't honestly say that leaving my Sicilian sister was in any way relieving. Believe it or not, after living with the girl for over 8 months there was not one ounce of me that was sick of her, and more than that I would gladly smuggle her in my suitcase and bring her to Canada for another year or more.

For my the sake of my cholesterol levels and other such things, it's probably not a bad thing that I am going back to normal living circumstances. That's right, after two and a half months in the deep south of Italia, not only did I acquire a nicely bronzed belly, but also an additional layer of squishiness to keep me warm for the upcoming winter. This however, I knew was inevitable and luckily it's all from excessive amounts of olive oil, which is healthy right?

The bright side of saying goodbye to Cate, and having not a ton of things to do in these last couple days, is that I have some solid time to absorb those little unique Italian traits that I will soon be deprived up. To elaborate, Let's take for example my 'short' stop in the supermarket last night.

All I wanted was to buy some olives and there were many people waiting ahead of me for the butcher to buy their meat, cheese, etc... But of course, being a good polite Canadian citizen, I patiently waited my turn. Little did I know, this simple task would involve standing while a man slowly ordered his salami, of course discussing something about what their family would eat for dinner that night. As the butcher simultaneously chatted back and cut the meat at a painfully slow pace, I realized that in no way does it work to my benefit to be the polite Canadian in Italy however I can't help but be entertained by what's going on. And if they weren't already being 'Italian' enough, of course the kids go involved and things got even more awesome... As one of the mans young children tried to make her way behind the meat counter, the butcher intervened with the ultimate weapon - fresh parmigiano! I guess he felt a little bad for the random foreigner waiting as he passed a box of cheese around to the whole family, and ended up giving me the rest of it. Karma indeed! Despite this happy ending, Italy wasn't ready to give up yet... The next morning I had an epic fail with city buses, and ended up doing a one and a half hour tour of Catania while a local chav blew kisses in my face and couldn't seem to comprehend why it wasn't getting my attention. What can I say, it was a suitable way to say goodbye to the world renowned Sicilian public transport system ;)

Anyways, saying goodbye to the country where food is more important than work, gelato is cheaper than drinking water, and grown men still worship their mama's is undoubtedly sad. In the end I believe that, as a country, I was much more attached to Italy than France, and I was only just starting to get the hang of the language. However, the remaining non-brainwashed parts of me are anxious to get back to a more fast paced life and accomplish at least a little more on a daily basis.

Heading back to Canada will be probably a record setting transit time for me, so expect another whiney blog entry involving sleeping in airports very soon! Ciao ciao ciao for the last time from Sicilia!
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