Bio
Toasting Nonna
My late grandmother was a military wife, bound for decades to go wherever the U.S. government sent her. With what now looks like extraordinary grit, she wound up raising her six(!) daughters on four different continents, in eleven different cities. With such a window onto the world, you'd think a favorite place would be hard to select. But she had one: Florence, Italy. Grandma would actually get misty-eyed, talking about the view from the Ponte Vecchio, or the feeling she got "beholding the David."
Though she always dreamed of taking her six(!) grand-children back to the land of DaVinci and crostini and filigree gold, unfortunately, grandma passed away years before any such plan could materialize. But last summer, in an attempt to emulate her indomitable traveler's spirit, my family pooled our resources and got ourselves to Firenze. We beheld her beloved David, then toasted her memory on the piazza with aperol spritzes.
