It took a 3-hour taxi ride to get there, but we finally made it to Canicatti! This is the town where Frank’s mother was born and he has molto molto famiglia. 

We have had such a great visit.  LOTS of good food, wine, and talking and laughing into the wee hours. 

We stayed with Mirella, Enza’s daughter (Enza is Frank’s first cousin – it was Enza’s father that took Frank’s mother to the ship in Naples to sail to Ameirica.) 

Their home is like a palazzo!

This is just our first evening.  I will post more pictures and stories.  Frank and I love to look back on these memories. 

We are exhausted now!  I have all kinds of Italian phrases running through my head.  I also am not sure I will be ready to eat for another few days!

And this was just the start . . . .

P.S.  They make their own limoncello and arancello (from their own lemon and orange trees), plus a special version called Verdello, which is limoncello with cinnamon and cloves.  VERY strong, leading to much laughter.