In October, my mom put together and booked a family trip to spend about two weeks in Italy. It was our second time traveling outside the US but our first time in Europe.
It was time for us to get a better taste of our culture.
Growing up in an American-Italian lifestyle, I knew and practiced only some of my culture. I spoke a couple words in Italian, I knew a little bit of the history and where my ancestors came from, and ate some traditional Italian food. My great grandparents came to the United States in the early 1900s to seek the opportunities they were told they’d get in the US. My family originated from Palermo, Calabrese, and Sicily. When they arrived in the US, they wanted to be accepted and they conformed, causing future generations to know less about their culture. When I was younger, it wasn’t a huge concern for me but as I got older and started to meet friends from around the world, I wanted to share my experiences and preach the beauty of the Italian lifestyle.
In South Philadelphia, the area is scattered with Italian-American families who embrace and take great pride of their nationality. You can learn some things about Italy but it’s a whole different experience when you actually step foot in the motherland.
My peers knew I was proud to be Italian but what good can that be if I can’t provide them a list of stories and knowledge about the Italian lifestyle?
My family tried to visit Italy before but something always got in the way. When my mom showed us the travel packets and what our hotels looked like, I internally screamed.
We left the end of May and stayed in Rome for a few days then the Amalfi Coast for a few days. I can’t even begin to describe the beauty of the country and how much of a wonderful time we had.
We walked a LOT, visited many towns, tried different food, drank fanastic wine, went to a private beach, shopped, had gelato just about everyday, picked up some words in Italian, swam in the sea, went to church, and enjoyed the night life.
I could go on and on but that’d be too much to read. I didn’t take a picture for everything I did but I put together a list of the towns and places I visited with some pretty neat photos attached.
It’s sort of the visual story of what I did on vacation, minus the eating and drinking part haha.
Sant’Eustachio: (One of my favorite’s)
One Fire Beach: