Sicily had a different light.
It was all coastlines and Catholicism. I remember a church square, a boat; clear, azure waters lapping gently against solid surfaces leaning gently into the water. It was 2006 and I flew to San Vito lo Capo with Paola, who knew the language, arranged accommodation and had friends on the island.
From there we took a boat to the smaller Favignana island and stayed on the beach front there for a few hours. Clear blue water and a row of brightly coloured houses made for a vibrant backdrop to the Sicilian sun.
I’d just gotten a job at Tearfund and the Sicily trip was about trying to let go, lean in and rest before I began. I came back with golden caramel skin and panda eyes and walked into my first job in International Development. There was no looking back after that. I had come home to an industry that I’d always belonged to. And discovered disaster risk reduction policy work. I also discovered that I believed in the work I was doing – training others to do their own advocacy at the community-level. I never returned to Sicily but I’ll always have those memories steeped in golden light of the few days of rest before I entered a whole new world of awakening for me.