My wife and I have an enduring connection with Italy that transcends our love of pastas, cappuccino, the compelling voice of Andrea Bocelli, or timeless art like Botticelli’s “Primavera.” Of course, there’s the visceral thrill of a Ferrari exhaust note at speed, the artistically sculpted body lines of a Lamborghini or Maserati, and the Italian attraction of an Alfa Romeo or smile-inducing Fiat 500e.
All this beckons us back to Italy, where we have appreciated first-hand the art, the food, the cars and the culture. We have experienced the Italian Grand Prix in Monza, witnessed artisans hand-stitching Ferrari seats in Maranello, and visited Lamborghini’s production facility in Sant’Agata Bolognese.
