Cosa bevevan i nostri nonni? VINO, VINO, VINO!
Cosa bevavan i nostri padri? VINO, VINO, VINO!
E noi che figli siamo? Beviamo, beviamo!
E noi che figli siamo? Beviam, beviam, beviam! Eh!
Every night for a week in April 2022, with terracotta wine cups raised high, this lively toast was sung by a group of Calabrians and a handful of Americans and a Spaniard — some who hardly spoke any Italian — who never would have been brought together if not for an American with a passion for filmmaking and his Calabrian wife with an even fiercer passion for her roots.
Could anyone have predicted that what began pre-pandemic as a lighthearted joke — making videos of an Italian woman’s reaction to Italian American food — would result in strangers traveling thousands of miles to break bread in Dasà, and unexpectedly encourage growth in this southern Italian village?
