Back when I lived in the US, I couldn't have imagined that I would willingly move to a village in the south of Italy with a population of just a few thousand people, but that's exactly what I did. And I have zero regrets.
Several years ago, I decided to completely untether myself from my American life by moving to the south of Italy. Though I planned everything down to how to ship two cats by plane, what I couldn't plan for was falling in love with a Calabrian man and his family. I met Francesco nine months after moving here. I'd worried that his family might not accept a divorced non-Catholic American into their fold, but they've welcomed me with open arms.
