But my heart is a gipsy and always wonders around the world. I cannot help but going back to beautiful memories of travelling with my family, the memories we create every time and the beautiful experiences we share with our kids.

Last Christmas we went back home in Cesena (Emilia Romagna – Italy). The flight is long, but the excitement and the anticipation to see my family, my friends, and taste the best foods and wines… makes it worthwhile.

As much as I appreciated Italy when I was living there, I now adore it even more. I miss that deep red Sangiovese wine, those small Osteria (rustic restaurants) that are hidden away from the touristic crowds, they are the real deal of rustic tasty foods, often with a grandma in the kitchen who yells “E’ pronto” – It’s ready.

Especially over Christmas, lunches and dinners are long, and I mean very long, they last hours. In my family, grandma makes all the food on Christmas day, and you cannot even offer to bring anything or she gets offended. So much connection, love and laughter happens around that dinner table. It is a memory I go back to, every time I am nostalgic.