On April 25th, Italians celebrate their freedom from the Nazis. By celebration, I mean food and family. For us American students, family means the Italian friends we've made and food means pasta. We gathered together at a friends country home in the hills of Tuscania for Spaghetti con frutti di mare (muscles and baby shrimp).
Our original plan was to conclude the evening on the beach with a falò, bonfire (not to be confused with fallo, pronounced deceptively similar), but our idea was squelched by the tramontana north wind ever plaguing the area this time of year.
Spiaggia di Tarquinia The Beach in Tarquinia
Regardless, It was therapy to my Southern California soul to smell the salt air and hear waves, no matter how piddly they were.
Mia Famiglia Italia My Italian Family