These are the places that call to me; tug at me; captivate my imagination; set my soul ablaze. Road-tripping in a Fiat 500 with my oldest and dearest friend. From Siracusa up the Eastern Coast of Sicily. Ortigia. Taormina. Via ferry across the Straight of Messina to Reggio-Calabria. Weeks on the road immersed in the most fertile land and robust culture imaginable. No hotel reservations. No internet. No destination. Only now. Up up and away through Tropea, Salerno, Positano…these are the times. Tales which I will tell my son. Experiences I wish for him to someday have for himself. This is my Mother’s land, my Father’s land. Questa e Italia:
