My Babbo

Meet Babbo, my grandfather who is Italian…at heart. I grew up hearing stories about how he and Nonna explored Italy together. I remember seeing everything they brought back and displayed in their house. The minute we told him we were going on this trip, his first response was, “Go to Italy!” 

Oftentimes, when we go to Babbo’s house, we make or order Italian food. In fact, our last meal before we left was carbonara from Papa Joes! When we’ve called him from Italy, he always asks, “How is the food?” He has given us numerous restaurant recommendations in Florence, Rome, and Venice. 

On our trip, I’ve been learning Italian on my own so that I could understand and speak basic Italian words.. I told Babbo I was learning Italian, and now many of our text messages  are in Italian! When my sisters ask if they could see who I was texting, I say “sure,” because they have no clue what I wrote!!

I hope when we get back home, we can sit on your back patio, Babbo, and talk about how much we love Italy together! Love you, Babbo!