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Julie Rogers (00:05):
No one ever said
life is easy, but I believe by
giving yourself permission, youwill find you have more control
over your life than you realize.
I'm Julie.
I hope you will join me bytaking responsibility for
yourself, by only controllingthe things you can and letting
go of the things that you can't.
By doing this, you will havediscovered the secret to having
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happy, healthy and morefulfilling relationships.
This is Nearest And DearestPodcast.
I'm Julie Rogers and you arelistening to Season 2, Episode 9
, Discovering M y Italian Roots- Part 2.
The six of us took a fast trainfrom Rome to Guardia.
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Visiting Guardia was all aboutfamily.
We spent five days with Joe andBecky's familia, who live in
the Calabria region, located inthe toes of southern Italy.
Cousin Agostino made our hotelarrangements at the Katisan
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Hotel and Pizzeria Bar.
Guardia is located along theTyrrhenian Sea.
We were just a few blocks awayfrom the seafront and the
surrounding area is known asGuardia Marina.
From the moment we arrived atthe Katisan, we all felt like
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family.
Joe and Becky had been herebefore years prior, but let me
tell you, the warmth they gaveall of us, felt more like
visiting your favorite aunt anduncle, who you hadn't seen in
forever.
Amalia, one of the owners, wasespecially friendly and
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welcoming.
She was always checking in withus to make sure we were happy.
She greeted us every day withnot just a huge smile but also a
genuine hug and Italian kisses.
I totally loved that, because Itoo give big smiles and hugs,
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and I absolutely felt connectedwith those two part kisses on
the cheeks.
Because we were there in earlyMay, the summer crowds were not
vacationing yet.
We had the whole hotel toourselves.
The only time we saw otherlocals was during the late
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afternoon and evening hours whenthey would come in for meals.
I have never experienced suchpersonal attention and, above
and beyond, hospitality from ahotel before.
One day we all came back fromvisiting family and it was cold
and rainy.
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Amalia gave Becky and I asweater and a jacket.
We really appreciated thekindness and when we tried to
give them back to her before ourtrip ended, she let us know
that they were gifts.
That was so sweet of Amalia.
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This was when I started torealize that this quiet,
tranquil sanctuary was going tocapture my heart.
Rome was amazing and full ofwonderful sights and sounds and
history, but coming down tosouthern Italy, meeting our
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friends' families, taking in thenatural beauty of the sea and
mountains connected mepersonally.
When I discovered I was 50%Italian in 2017, through 23 And
Me DNA, I felt validated.
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But when I found Joe, mybiological father, through
Ancestry DNA in 2019, I feltcomplete.
This journey of discovering myItalian roots really began in
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2017.
I was purposely choosing tolearn more about who I was.
It wasn't until I was 51 yearsold before I had been able to
have proof of my Italianheritage.
I believe it was a gift fromGod when finding my biological
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father,I put together a small vision
board about traveling to Italyafter I read a book called The
Magic by Rhonda Byrne's while Iwas in Mesa, Arizona, with Woody
in 2020.
I wanted to manifest this goalby putting this bucket list trip
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out into the universe.
I still have it hanging in mylittle studio in our New York
home.
Now, realizing that I was goingto be staying in parts of
Calabria where my ancestors'roots are was even more than I
could ever have hoped for.
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It's one thing to read about orseeing photos and videos about
someone's own heritage, but toexperience the culture, history
and, dare I even say, theslightest possibility of finding
family connections was makingthis once in a lifetime trip a
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spiritual journey.
Agostino also arranged a rentalcar for the six of us.
It was a Fiat that had twobench seats.
It even had a little trunkspace in the very back.
Woody was the driver and heknew how to drive a five-speed.
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The weather while we were inGuardia was damp and rainy.
We didn't let that stop us.
Our first outing was to driveup the huge mountain where
Agostino's parents, Francis andFrancesco, live.
We all fit snugly in the Fiatand we were making our way up
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and up and up to the very top ofthis mountain, which, by the
way, is 514 meters, which, whenI looked it up to see how many
feet that equals, is 1685 feet.
The views were absolutelyspectacular.
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The higher up, the smaller theimages down below.
My ears kept popping and wewere all hoping that the rain
would stop soon so we couldenjoy really seeing the true
natural beauty all around us.
The rain stopped long enoughfor us to take in the
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surroundings.
The panoramic views were likenothing I have ever seen before.
Between the lush greenlandscapes, skies and historical
stone buildings, along withcobbled walkways, I felt like we
were transported back in time.
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A little history about GuardiaPiemontese.
It was a strategic place for awatch tower as part of the
coastal defense system that grewand became a town.
The stone watch tower stillstands today, visible from the
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hotel we stayed at and thebeaches along the marina.
The interesting history beganwhen a group of refugees from
Piedmont, who were fleeingpersecution, and came to these
hills for a tranquil life alongwith their own religious views.
Freedom of religion has alwaysbeen a fight since the beginning
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of time.
Italy is no different.
Imagine how hard that plightmust have been.
Piedmont is a region of Italybordering France and Switzerland
, sitting at the foot of theAlps.
Over 1,157 kilometers or 718miles away.
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That was quite a hike.
Introductions were made when wewere warmly invited inside
Francis and Francesco's home.
Joe was the interpreter.
It was clear that the familywas so very happy to see each
other.
It had been around eight yearssince they saw each other last.
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Before I left for this trip, Imade a copy of my
great-grandparent's family tree,just one page that listed both
paternal and maternal names anddate of births.
From what Joe, my biologicalfather, has told me, his
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grandparents were born in theCalabria region, both sets of
grandparents.
I thought how interesting thatwas to have both sets from the
same area in Italy.
Because I knew we were going toGuardia, I thought our friends'
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cousins could be familiar withthe towns my great-grandparents
are originally from.
So on that first day we werevisiting them, I asked Joe to
interpret for me about thoseareas they're from, which are
Fagnano and Malvito.
Earlier I put in Google Maps ifFagnano or Malvito were within
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driving distance from Guardia.
To my surprise, Fagnano wasonly 10 miles and Malvito is 20.
Francesco offered to come withus the next day to show me the
town.
It was very generous of him tooffer.
I didn't expect that theseareas were going to be so close
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by.
Later that day back at theKatisan was another surprise.
This time it was for Joe andBecky.
Linda, Joe's sister, who we metin Rome, along with her husband
Bob, were coming to join us fora few days in Guardia.
They too wanted to spend timewith their family.
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The surprise was that Joe andBecky's son, Anthony, who lives
in Philadelphia, flew to Rome,where Linda and Bob picked him
up to bring him along tosurprise his parents for
Mother's Day.
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The next morning we headed backup the mountain, Anthony rode
with us and he sat in the veryback in that little trunk space.
He was a trooper and made itinto a funny memory to look back
on.
Agostino also was going to meetus up on the mountain at his
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parents' home.
We also got to meet his sister,Milva, who lives right next
door to their parents.
The ride up was foggy and misty.
The windshield wipers workedbut were very screechy, another
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part of going with the flow.
But no worries, Woody did agreat job with navigating
through the mountain safely.
Since Agostino was there, Ishowed him the copy I had with
my great-grandparents' names,along with the towns.
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He recognized the Storino name.
He offered to show us the wayto Fagnano and stop at the
Fagnano Castello municipality toask for assistance in possibly
finding some present-dayrelatives that still live in the
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area.
Totally did not expect that tohappen, so we made new plans to
make this opportunity happen thenext day, based on his
availability, Li nda and Bobwould come along as well.
Her fluent Italian would assistme with talking with the staff
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at the municipality.
It was going to be so exciting.
Francesco wanted to take a walkwith us and show us around his
town.
We got to go into his winemaking room.
It was a short walk justoutside and into a separate
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stone building.
When we approached the door, itwas a weathered turquoise blue
wooden door with a number 16carved out on a small piece of
stone right next to the doorway.
I had that feeling that we allwere going to experience
something special.
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It was a rare chance to beinvited inside an authentic
Italian wine making room, not acellar.
It was clear that this room hasbeen here forever.
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The only modern piece ofequipment that I saw was a
stainless steel tank that holdsthe wine in the fermentation
process.
I also saw the wooden barrelwith a mechanical hand press
with a wooden screen hangingjust above it.
There were a few shelves thatheld numerous glass jugs of
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juices, the good stuff, as mybiological father,J oe, always
says, that was going to becomewine from local grapes.
As I looked up, I noticed areal animal horn just dangling
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down from one of the old beams,with only some wire stopping it
from falling.
It was attached to a large nailhead.
I thought it was a little odd,but cool.
I found out what the meaningwas to have such a thing hanging
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in this room.
It's called a cornicello, andit means horn that brings luck,
or to protect against the evileye or bad luck in general.
It also means to promotefertility and virility.
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We continued on with our walkand thank goodness the light
rain stopped, but it was stillcloudy.
Joe wanted to show us the homewhere he lived with his family
until he was seven years old andthe family immigrated to New
York.
He also took us inside thechurch he attended with his
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family.
He shared some of his childhoodmemories and I could tell by
his smile and how his eyessparkled just how much it meant
to him to show all of us.
He was so proud of his Italianroots and we all were honored to
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experience it with him and hisfamilia.
Strolling along the cobblestonewalkways, looking at the ancient
stone buildings with variousdoorways, some that were
untouched from the firstconstruction, to beautiful
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refurbished wooden doors withgolden, warm tones, along with
brass, ornate knobs and flowerfilled balconies, you couldn't
help but feel a sense of truepeacefulness.
There would be an occasionaldog who roamed the alleys
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wagging his tail, and a few catsperched on top of parked cars.
It all seemed to blend togetherin harmony.
Francesco showed us his garden,not as large as it once was,
but still producing freshvegetables.
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This kind of lifestyle isn'tfor everyone.
The majority of families whoreside full time here are older
generations.
However, there are still someyounger families along with
their children.
You have to want the simplicity, quiet surroundings, in order
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to make this lifestyle choiceyours.
Later that afternoon, back downat the Katisan, we were invited
to visit Augustino's lovely homeand meet his beautiful wife, L
ucia.
It was close by and the rainwas keeping its distance, so we
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all decided to walk there.
I couldn't help but notice theabundance of lemon trees
everywhere.
It was still spring, so therewas also native flowers blooming
and you could smell thefreshness of the sea, so close
by.
Lucia embraced all of us and wewere offered a few glasses of
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their family's homemade wine,and I chose a German beer, a
light barbarian lager with afine, hoppy note.
That was delicious.
We sat around their tableenjoying each other's company.
Linda translated an Italianpassage that was proudly
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displayed on a wall in thedining area.
It says Rules of the house - Behappy, don't complain, laugh a
lot, be sincere, keep thepromises, believe in yourself
and to love each other.
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Very similar to the rules ofthe house wherever you call home
.
We ended this amazing day bydriving along the waterfront
beach and having a wonderfulItalian style seafood feast.
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It only took a quick phone callfrom Agostino to let the
restaurant know we were comingand the tables were set up to
accommodate the nine of us.
The sun had set and we allenjoyed the sounds of the sea
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against the rocky coastline.
We walked along the boardwalkand took in the thousand lights
blinking along the shoreline aswell as on top of the mountain,
clearly seeing Torre di Guardia,the tower, where, just a few
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hours ago, we all had left ourfootprint.
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