My home is northern California, but my heart is European. As much as I adore my native golden state, I feel an incredible pull from Europe, especially Italy. My paternal grandparents emigrated from Lombardia, the region of Italia north of Milano, in the early 1900’s. I always wondered why they left, what they left, who they left. I knew someday I would retrace their steps and find out.
After years of dreaming, in 1996 I finally made my first trip “over to the other side.”
I have had many incredible experiences on these amazing trips: exploring the Amalfi Coast on my 50th birthday, finding relatives in Italy that we knew had to be there somewhere, watching my dad embrace first cousins for the first time…and noticing they were dressed exactly alike! It’s been a wonderful dream.
On this most recent trip — our eighth — we continue our explorations of the inexhaustible treasures that Italy offers. We dig deep, plunging below the surface of modern-day Rome to explore an ancient Mithraic temple and to tread past long-buried tombs far beneath the Vatican. We ponder the tragic events of a massacre perpetrated by the Nazis during World War II and peer into the bleak cells of the former SS and Gestapo headquarters.
But we also drink copious amounts of heavenly Guinness in the green of Ireland, in search of living cousins and those who lived centuries ago.
Join our journey as we land in Dublin and head north…but wear your seatbelt. The steering wheel is on the right and I’ll be catapulting through Ireland’s leprechaun-sized lanes on the left.
Enjoy the ride…