I am still here and I guess, forever! Italy gave me a wonderful new life.
I knew very little about Italy except the PASTA stories. I knew they speak Italian, but I never knew here, you hardly find ANY English!! I didn’t speak a word of Italian (I was connected with the German language) and I started from scratch to learn Italian from the street, by force. I learned from the grandmothers to cook real Italian food. I was lucky to end up in the North near Milan (Lombardia), so I am close to the magnificent Lakes Garda and Como, The Alps, Venice, etc. Finally: every time an Italian asks me where am I from? I respond that they will never guess! They start from America, France, Switzerland and Germany. But when I say “NELSON MANDELA!” they are shocked. Were my parents from Italy? Nobody believes I am South African!
