As a kid, I spent an inordinate amount of time in airports. I'd make a fortress out of my family's suitcases, curl up on the floor, and take a nap. We were making our bi-annual trip from the U.S. abroad to visit my maternal family in Sicily, and I was completely unappreciative of what a privilege that was.

We'd bounce from city to city on mainland Italy seeing my aunts and uncles in the north, but the longest and most dreaded part of the trip for me was heading south to my nonna's tiny village on Sicily's eastern coast.

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