Until the day I die, I will never forget how to count to eight in Italian. Only to eight, with overdramatic emphasis on each number, and kilt-wearing Scottish dancers doing the jig in my memory. Sound bizarre? It was, completely. But it also had a rather deep significance to my family and me on our […]

scottish dancers in a pavilion

April 9, 2018

Family Heritage with a Twist in Maori, Italy