I grew up in a suburban neighborhood just outside of Boston. My parents were Italian immigrants and left the sun-soaked island of Sicily for cold
winters, the Red Sox and yes, the American dream.
I grew up speaking Italian (and Sicilian dialect) at home, English (no Bhaston accent) in school. Every summer I spent with my family in a small town perched high in the Eastern hills of Sicily. Itala is its name and there I would sip on lemon granita with sticky sweet brioches in the morning and sing Italian songs as my grandfather played the accordion in the evening.
Growing up with two roots, one in Boston and one in Sicily, taught me an appreciation of different cultures, languages and people - something I retain to this day. |