Wednesday, 15 November 2017

at last

In 1960 Nicola DiCooco arrived in this strange land as a 19 year old. In 1988 I married his intoxicatingly beautiful daughter. Tomorrow I fulfill a decades old promise to travel with her to Polutri, the little village in Abruzzo where the DiCoccos still live. Tonight we drink some of his home made liquor to honour his memory.


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