Sicily | That Golden Morning in Ragusa βοΈπ
The courtyard smelled of freshly baked cornetti π₯ and bergamot πΏ as Nonna Maria shuffled across the terracotta tiles, her apron pockets jingling with espresso spoons. β A Breakfast to Remember β’ Sun-drenched table π: Local honey π― dripping over ricotta toast β’ Soundtrack πΆ: Distant church bells π + hissing Moka pot β β’ Non-food highlights β¨: The hand-stitched linen napkins (Nonna's 50-year-old dowry) π§΅ That lemon tree π dropping petals into my cappuccino "Southern Italy doesn't perform la dolce vitaβ it lets you wear it like yesterday's sundress π, still warm from the sun βοΈ." β Why This Stays With You π β The way Sicilian light transforms at 7:32AM β°: First white-gold on limestone walls ποΈ Then amber through persimmon leaves π β Realizing you'll never brew coffee the same way again β€οΈ #SlowTravelSecrets #ItalianMornings