It’s become obvious I have a bit of an obsession with Italy. Recently, I asked myself: Why do I love Italy so much? I’ve come to realize the answer is deeper than I studied in Florence during my junior year of university. The tagline after–I even met my husband there, but he’s not Italian. This hasContinue reading Why I Love Italy
I always joke that when I get reincarnated and come back to this world I wanna come back Italian. There’s just something about Italians that has always intrigued me. This seed was most likely implanted in the fourth grade Annie (around 1982) when Silvana from Florence, Italy babysat us while my mom and dad wereContinue reading When I Come Back, I Wanna Be Italian