STOP 7 | Sicily: Weddings + 10 years in Google

Dedicated to Sergio & Cristina and Verdiana & Giuseppe, who just got married. And to all the people I met in Google over these past 10 years.


The last couple of days have been characterized by a lot of emotions and a lot of thinking. Unfortunately Sicily lets me think a lot every time I go there: it's like a love and hate relationship, it's a wanna-be grow-up environment that has never been like this, due to my scattered life. I cannot live here anymore, but I love coming back.

Today I spoke to Lucia, a good friend of mine, asking her if she found her place in the world. I am still searching, for sure. And what's a place? Is it a location? Is it a workplace? Is it a social group? Is it the sublime of the heart or the sublime or the earth?

Instead of describing what I did over the past 4 days, probably I would focus more on grouping life by emotions, which is more suitable for this post. But first, let me share the transition pic I was able to take in the main square of my town: me wearing the Casablanca t-shirt, posing in front of the sign of my home town.



August 28 was the day of the first wedding, as well as the day I cut my shamanic post-diet, eating a granita at the famous Bam Bar in Taormina. Honestly there are so many better places nearby where to have a granita, cheaper and better, however this is the famous one, visited by many VIPs each season.




Celebration of Love

Sergio, a friend of mine from High School and Verdiana, daughter of my father's brother, got married, respectively with Cristina and Giuseppe. Before their celebrations, the first accomplishment is mine, as I was able to drive with no issue, a lot of kms on my own. I have rarely driven at home lately, due to various reasons, so kudos to me.

 


When entering a Church, I become emotional, as I start thinking about my grandma, all the time. Also both wedding masses were entertained singly by Carla, a really famous Church-singer, who happens to be Sergio's sister. Carla's voice exceed the sublime, in my opinion, and she also sang at my grandma funerals.


 


Their weddings were 2 days apart: I haven't weighted myself yet, but for sure I gained a couple of kilos, but couldn't care less. Weddings location were about 1 hour from where I live and both of them were gorgeous.

 

I also managed to take a pic with my brother; I believe the last pic we got together dated back to 2010...11 years ago...


Weddings were lovely, I wish I can get get married soon just for the sake of touchy celebrations.

 



10 Years in Google

As discussed in a past post, a couple of weeks ago I celebrated the 15th anniversary of my grandma's death and she was like a second mother to me. Such emotions were inflated by another anniversary: on August 29 I celebrated my 10th year at Google, as an employee. It was not a turning point, I have been with the company for quite a while, sometimes I am bored, sometimes I am excited, but nothing extraordinary. But I started thinking about all the people I met over these years, all the people I hired, all the people I trained, all the people who joined after me and left before me. All the people I learnt from, all the people who coached and mentored me, all the people who loved me as well as who disliked me and whom I did not learn a freaking thing from. And I thought about the best friends I could have ever asked for and the people who are not with me anymore, geographically, at work, or emotionally: it fucking hurts. Especially if you are the one who created a mess, due to your scattered life.

Sometimes being sorry is not enough, sometimes realizing a relation is soaked with fear is too late: but still, you have hope, that things can get fixed. And you wish your common friends can do something about it, seeing you heart in deep pain.

And you wait, but for once, you don't go crazy, you wait, hoping for the best, with a huge weight on your heart and your scattered soul crying for forgiveness.

But it's late, still late. I celebrated my anniversary, looking at the sea, drinking an Italian coffee in the cup of my parents' old restaurant.



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