“Buon giorno,” I said spiritedly.
Buon giorno“Bon giornu,” Vito said in his Sicilian dialect.
Bon giornuI fidgeted a bit in my chair, so full of questions and wanting to get the conversation going, but I could see that my new mentor moved at a slower, more studied pace. I decided to bide my time and let the older man get his coffee first. So, I was surprised when Vito jumped in with a question himself.
“Why do you want to know about my people?”
I had covered that the day before, about my father growing up in Sicily, the World War, and how the Sicilians had endured that conflict. Before answering, though, I also considered all the new information that Vito had given me, and how the millennia of migrations had brought myriad different cultures to the island.
“I want to study the Sicilia
