Rome

As you guys know F and I are in the U.S. for a bit. But I have enough Italy posts saved to keep this blog going until the end of days. And I could probably even keep it going after…

This story has two parts. Here is part 1: My Persian Father And My Italian In-Laws Part 1 The next day after my dad woke up AT FIVE A.M. and F, my dad, and I, sped off towards the Rome airport…

My father was born in Iran. He moved to the US when he was eighteen and I came along shortly after that, as my father says, “if I even touch a woman she gets pregnant, it’s a gift, mostly.” Judging…