You’ll never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.
For the majority of my life, I’ve been interested in learning about Italian culture but I’ve always been extra curious about my Italian family history. In fact, I can’t remember a time where I wasn’t curious about it. On my mother’s side, finding information was pretty easy; I had countless conversations with my Nana about her family, their culture, and her childhood. After she died, although … Continue reading Finding my Roots in Mosso Santa Maria
My first week as a solo traveler was pretty discouraging to say the least, and not only do I blame my anxious head for this rough start, I also blame coffee. Yep, you definitely read that right… Continue reading Solo Travel: Anxiety & Coffee