What is it with Italians? No sooner do they learn my last name, they ask me where my people are from.
"Umm...Canada?" Wrong answer.
"Huh? Your name is Savino - you're Italian. Napolitano?"
"No, I married an Italian." Blank look.
"But, my children are Italian", I say engagingly. Big smile.
I was at a cocktail party last night, talking to a couple of Italian people. One of them had kept the original spelling of his name and was obviously Italian; the other had had his name anglicized at Ellis Island.
|Swimming in the Meditrranean near Licata|
|Dinner al fresco at the Adoninnos|
After that trip, I was anxious to share my love of Italy with others. I turned into that person who asked "Italian? Where are you from" and I was proud to tell people that my kids were Italian.