Growing up Italian- Two Doors and a Key, My Journey back to my Roots
Growing Up Italian- Two Doors and a Key My Journey Back to my Roots IG: @mangia.con.elena Pinterest: mangia con elena My father lived in the small room at back of house The house they moved into My Mother's house where she was born and raised My parents took us back to Italy several times as children. My first visit was when I was three years old. I remember bits and pieces of those visits such as my cousin's First Communion and the festivities and the food! So much food. We would stay at my paternal Nonno and Nonna's house in the tiny village of Supino that is located in the Lazio region about a few hours drive from Rome. It is nestled in the valley surrounded by the Lepinni mountains and hills. My father was born in a tiny space at the back of a house and it is where he lived. Later, after my father immigrated to Canada, my Nonni were able to move into another house right next door and that is where I stayed when we would visit. It had one bedroom, one bathroom and a k