Whole streets without light on all your travel, buildings with lights out and blinds down, the few street lamps that illuminate some of the streets are of low intensity, a Dim Orange.

Police Service smoking and smoking in the street vending machines, within the reach of somebody, arranged the 24 hours.

Street vendors roam its aires, with their fixed posts, seated in any corner or sidewalk, without hiding, piracy is widespread in Sicily.

Dogs and cats wander aimlessly around the city, most without owner, in search of leftovers of restaurants or any client with the belly already filled.

Cleaning services it seems that they have never been in these parts. The waste bins are overflowing and people, in general, they are not aware with the urban hygiene, everything is thrown to the street, empty bottles, papers,… Civility is not the order of the day, the music from the bars and restaurants may be full speed into the wee hours of the morning. Take care much for hanging clothes, It is not necessary to have flue to open a Brasserie in the heart, It can be that the next day those clothes hanging the previous day smell meat to grilled, ideal for attracting all the fauna of the city.

Sicily seems anchored in time 30 o 40 years, the buildings are unrestored and eventually fall, It seems that they prefer it this way, use the buildings until they collapse and then build another. It sometimes seems that the cities have been bombed, without rebuilding them.

The streets and roads are generally little marked, but that does not matter, cars and motor vehicles are the Kings of the island, Park where want and want to, No matter it is in double, third or fourth row. One-way lanes become an ass of bottle where flock cars, waiting for the neglect of another driver to get the nose, each position is fighting tooth and nail.

Here they still leave open car, with the lowered window and some with the keys on, Although it is no longer so common in Palermo or Catania can be seen on the island.
It is very common to let a few chairs in the street, where to sit and learn about everything, talking to people, life of neighborhood. The fruit bowls and fishmongers are every day houses to sell the genre, whether in motorized tricycle or typical work truck; the fishermen or farmers sold their gender, without intermediaries.

In the malls and places crowded train or bus stations installed chapels for the most devout, they are enough believers and it is not more to pray a few prayers before boarding the bus.

Women must compete with men to see who is more handsome. „ 90% men are metrosexuals and women are almost obliged to arrange so that they do not confuse them with their husbands. In truth women love dressing and make-up, even to buy bread or jogging, don't leave home before bypassing the vanity.

Parents are overprotective and children play ball or any other game in the corners or square outdoor, no unattended, small already learn to become self-sufficient.

Sicily reminded me of Argentina in all aspects, even in the food. It is not surprising that same Argentines say they are descendants of Italians but Spanish-speaking.
As happens in the beautiful Argentina, Sicily is filled with hustlers, at a time when they open the trunk of the car and gets to sell watermelons or some grids are installed with hot coals on the street and make sandwiches. In summer the family are uploaded to the car, sandwich in hand and planted the sunshade on the beach for a day.

The people are nice and friendly, always try to help in everything they can, they are honest with the return of the change and are delighted that people are interested in their island, they are somewhat lazy and live every day. For me to visit Sicily was as a travel back in time to my childhood. An unforgettable trip to this island and my memories.

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