My grandfather was a tailor-he made suits by hand—a dying profession today. He was also a philosopher. He had always a proverb, a quote, and/or a life lesson to teach. His lessons were quiet and interwoven with metaphor or an allegory—you had to read between the lines. One afternoon in November (it was a hot year that year) he took me swimming at a remote spot in Sicily. It wasn’t a beach with sand or umbrellas and lounge chairs; it was rugged, rough with rocky cliffs and stones, which made it so much more natural, real and beautiful.
I would love to hear from you, hear your story, hear about your experiences as an Italian, as an American, as an Italian-American or simply just as a lover of all things Italian. I would love to share your story and connect with others that share the same passion and love for this charismatic and enchanting country known as Il Bel Paese.