My father, Santo Rizzo, was born in Ciminna, Sicily in 1948. He came to the U.S. as a young boy in 1955 as his parents wanted their children to achieve what we all know colloquially as the American Dream. My father has achieved so much in his 60 years in this country and has truly accomplished what many immigrants can only hope for. One thing he hasn't done, however, is visit his hometown since he left so long ago. Growing up, I heard the stories of Ciminna regularly. Sometimes the tales of him as a young free spirit in the Sicilian countryside were my bedtime stories. Other times, the detailed anecdotes of my other family members about "the old country" enchanted me. All I knew is: I needed to go. I yearned to see my roots with my own eyes. Finally, after 36 years; it was about to happen.
My wonderful boyfriend, Jay, knew how important this was to me, so we decided to plan our summer vacation to include this monument of nostalgia. While we were at it..why not spend an extra week in the Greek Islands??!! So our trip went like this. 4 days in Santorini, 3 days in Mykonos, 4 days in Palermo (and Ciminna), and finally 3 days in Rome. Read on to see all the highlights, "must visit" locations, and of course, restaurant recommendations.