I’m doing it again – selecting a country rather than a city as a destination since I have to go where my photo library takes me.
For this post, I decided to veer away from the typical Italian tourist spots and head into the countryside.
In 2013, we took our third trip to Italy – this time to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary. Although we had spent the bulk of our time in Rome, we devoted a handful of days to wandering south into the province of Calabria where my father was born.
As a North American travelling in Europe, I never tire of all the old architecture everywhere I turn. It often feels like I’ve stepped back in time.
That feeling was certainly very acute when travelling through Calabria.
Away from the tourist crowds, the Italy we discovered had a grittier edge, almost bordering on neglect. It was apparent we weren’t locals and we were openly stared at.
In the city of Cosenza, after eating the best Italian meal I’ve ever had, we explored a very old residential section of the city with roots going back to the early 1700s. It looked every bit of it.
I was feeling a little shell-shocked while walking these streets. Earlier that day, I had very unexpectedly found family on my paternal Grandmother’s side and I was still trying to process what had just happened.
The term “Old World” suddenly weighed very heavily.