Italia is in my blood somewhere. Dad is 50 percent Italian and I feel like this gives me somewhat of a stronghold in this background. I can claim it. I am Italian. This side of my heritage calls to me. Whenever someone asks, I say I’m Italian. I leave every other piece of my background out.
I do not know why.
After living in Italy as a kid, I feel even stronger towards claiming this piece of my identity.
Something about this place, the culture, the history, the food, the beauty of the architecture in Florence, the entire country really; it calls to me.
I remember sitting in the villa gardens in our rented home; just taking it all in. Writing in my journal and never wanting to leave. The beauty of the hills, the random horses who wandered in and scared the gardeners half to death… chasing my cat out of the neighbor’s gated yard….
Ghost hunting in our friends home, the castle. Literally, they lived in a castle.
Devouring pizza to myself. Eating as much Pasta Carbonara as I could get my hands on.
I could never get enough.
Much to my delight, I discovered another Italian Market in my new city.
With shelves upon shelves of pasta….
And of course, my weakness, CHEESE.
Would it be weird if part of my food buget was just allocated to cheese?
What part of your background do you feel most connected to?