My grandfather came to the United States in 1905. From childhood, I was surrounded with the spirit (and volume) of my Italian heritage. When the opportunity arose to visit Italy, I jumped at the chance. It was no surprise to find the people to be incredibly warm and gracious. And, at the risk of repeating the cliche – a feast for all the senses.
Six months after my my mother had open heart surgery, we took my parents to Italy. My mom and dad would never had made this trip alone. Returning to some favorite spots and finding new ones, we all shared adventures that they talked about for the rest of their lives. These photographs are dedicated to them.