My parents met at a bar, in Rome, in the 1960's. My mother lived in Washington, D.C. and was visiting family that had moved to Italy. My father was from a tiny town near Viterbo called Grotte di Castro. Little did they know, while sipping wine one warm Roman evening that their two worlds would collide and they would become one.

After they married, he convinced her to move to Grotte. She was a cosmopolitan working woman and felt confined. The compromise...live in D.C. but spend carefree summers in Grotte on the Lago di Bolsena. This is how my love affair with Italy began.

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