05/06/2026
The first few months drove me crazy.
You walk into a shop and the owner is talking to someone. They don’t even notice you right away. It’s almost as if you don’t exist 😅
No rush.
They finish the conversation, smile, and only then turn to you — as if time itself doesn’t exist.
I came from England.
A place where every minute is scheduled. Where being late is considered disrespectful. Where “fast” is a virtue.
In fact, being 5 minutes early is often considered arriving on time.
I remember when I was pregnant with Zara and had a routine appointment at the hospital.
I arrived 5 minutes late because I had been waiting for a parking space. I had even planned extra time for it, but the wait was longer than expected.
I was 5 minutes late.
Not only did they refuse to see me, they wouldn’t even reschedule the appointment.
They simply said:
"We'll see you at your next scheduled appointment."
Three months later.
I ended up paying for a private visit.
And then I came to Sicily.
Here, it feels like a different planet.
People actually get annoyed when you rush them because you're creating stress for everyone else 🙈😁
Lunch is an event, not a break.
A neighbour stops you in the street and it's completely normal to stand there talking for twenty minutes.
And people don't seem tired in the way I was used to seeing people tired.
At some point I stopped fighting it and started observing.
And I realized something.
These people aren't lazy.
They've simply decided what matters.
And they don't apologize for that decision.
And rushing definitely isn't on their list of priorities 😅
Sicily isn't for everyone.
But for the people it is for... it changes something inside you.
Not overnight.
Slowly.
I've been here for almost three years now.
And honestly, I'm still learning. It's not easy 😅
On our personal consultation we'll be talking about this too — not just properties and paperwork, but what it actually means to live here.
If you'd like more information, send me a private message and I'll reply right away 🥰