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When I meet other foreigners married to or dating an Italian, at some point we always swap the old “How did you meet?” story. It’s interesting to see the colorful array of responses, from meeting randomly in a bar in Boston to those who were so in love with Italy itself, that they uprooted everything and…
*Updated 20 February, 2018* Part 2 – The Return To Italy After I met the short guy who smoked on my first trip to Italy in 2008 (you can read about that here), I returned home to the States feeling intriguied but not smitten. Italy was fun for six days and although I did find…
*Updated 20 February, 2018* In part one of my story, I discussed my first visit to Italy and how a friend introduced me to a certain young man during my six-day adventure. While our initial meeting didn’t yield any sparks or fireworks, I remained in contact with him throughout the year, including my rather disastrous…
Part Four – Back and Forth Traveling and seeing the world has really helped me find myself. That may sound a bit corny and cliché, but I feel that for who I am and for what I was sent on this earth to do, my place just had to be somewhere overseas. And here I…
Part Five – America I moved away from home in 2006, when I was 21; a fairly common age for an American to head out into the great big world all alone. I should mention, however, that I didn’t actually move very far: a three-minute drive and I was parked in front of my parent’s…
Part Six – The Future? Writing my story down and sharing it with you is a humbling reminder of how I ended up here in Italy and that everything happens for a reason. My decision to study abroad in Spain in 2005, for example, happened for a reason. Although I could have never known it…
Part Seven – Questions and Surprises I returned to Italy on March 19th, 2011. Even though we weren’t engaged yet, our intentions were serious, so I purchased a one-way ticket. My flight path took me through Amsterdam, where, naturally, I had to pass through customs. The customs agent asked me what I would be doing…