Hands. That’s the prompt word for FiveMinuteFriday today.
We take hands for granted don’t we. I need my hands to type this story for FiveMinuteFriday. With our hands we touch and feel. Steer a boat. Tie a mooring to a cleat. We type and write, turn pages of books. Plant lemon trees. Pick lemons. Make delicious candy. Like this man in the photograph.
Yesterday I walked in a candy shop in Sorrento Italy. I walked in because they make all kinds of candy from lemons. The Amalfi Coast and specifically Sorrento is famous for its lemons and lemon products. Lemon trees cling for dear life to the terraced steep mountain slopes that disappear into the azure sea. Even the sidewalks are lined with lemon trees. The air fragrant with the yellow citrus smell of lemon.
James, my husband, waited outside in the shade. Resigned as usual as I like to browse. The owner, a big and cuddly looking guy with an infectious grin stood behind the counter. The shop bright in green and yellow of all kinds of yummy candy filling the shelves. An attack on your senses. He offered me some candy from a shallow glass dish. I noticed his hands. Big, hairy with stubby fingers. As he chatted away in Italian, I just nodded and smiled, not understanding anything he says. The Italians love using their hands while they chat. They throw them in the hair, wiggle fingers, touch an arm, to make a point.
He took a bright yellow ball about the size of a nicker ball from a glass container. He said in Italian; “Look here” and he broke it in two. A clear liquid dribbled from the two halves. The bright yellow candy coating concealed a hollow chocolate ball filled with limoncello.
He hands me one to taste. The hard yellow outer shell melting in your mouth. Then the sharp burn of the lemon scented liquor on your tongue. So fleeting you think you’ve imagined it.
I beckoned James to come and taste one two. The man pointed at James and said; “Papa?” I smiled and said “Si”. He winked at me.
James hands me a euro note and I pay for my candy. At the door the man wiggled his fingers and waved.
“Ciao Ciao. Arrivederci papa.”