Are you Italian?

Giordi payed me the ultimate compliment by asking if I am Italian. I spoke to him when we entered the restaurant. Couldn't have been what I said because, despite an Italian class at home, my vocabulary couldn't fill a thimble. So, I'm thinking my accent did it. He was the first of several who asked the same thing.

I surely don't look Italian. My mother's grandparents came from Italy. My grandfather's family came from Naples and my grandmother's from the Avellino region, a little inland from Naples. My brother and sister both got the dark good looks and thick, wavy hair. Not me. I try not to hate them for it.