Italy Part I: The Birthplace of Craviotto

I'm a proud Craviotto by marriage!

But I never imagined the 11 day adventure to Italy in 2017 our beautiful Italian name would lead us on.

What gave us the idea to go to Italy in the first place?

Two life events propelled us off our comfortable couch.

The first, was a trip to New York and a delicious meal in Little Italy (Pesto Gnocchi to be specific). After that experience, we knew Italy would be a good place for us.

The second, was the darkest Winter of our lives so far in 2016.

We began to realized the true importance of family after our baby son Anthony died. The grief pushed us to open our hearts to our family members and friends. We began to feel a new connection with the Craviotto legacy. We started to ask questions like, "where did the Craviotto name come from" and "can we visit that place?"

Upon investigating, we realized the only other Craviottos in the USA run Craviotto Drum Company!

(If you are reading this and your name sake is Craviotto, PLEASE reach out! LOL)

We used the mighty powers of Facebook to find some string to unravel in Italy and found a man named Mario who claimed that the name originated, and still exists, in the coastal city of Varazze.

How could we pass this up???

If we hadn't planned to go then and there, we probably never would've.

Kyle and I didn't see ourselves as "world travelers" since we're such creatures of comfort in general.

I guess, because life had tossed us out of our comfort zones already, we were itching for a "good discomfort," or at least a self inflicted one.

I think that's my definition of an ADVENTURE.

But how could we possibly go without Kyle's parents?! They were both nearing their 70's at the time and we thought we'd enjoy the trip more with them.

For those who don't know them, Harry & Terry are a faithful Catholic couple- born travelers with a dream of seeing the Pope in person!

To our delight they barely let us finish uttering the words of invitation! They were in.

And so the pilgrimage began!

We started planning like MAD.

My goal was to avoid looking at pictures so I could see the sights for the first time in person.

I tend to binge search locations so I can imagine what it will be like (a tactic of an anxious mind), which makes the whole experience less majestic.

So Terry (my beautiful mother-in-law) and I planned the itinerary of the trip. We were the heart behind the operation. We learned as much about Italy and its history/language as possible before we left.

Kyle (husband) and Harry (father-in-law) were the logistics team. They told the money where to go and booked all the stays.

We made an AWESOME team if I do say so myself!

The trip planning came together like magic.

I mean, sure, we made some mistakes along the way booking hotels for the wrong dates and all that, but for every question we had, there seemed to be a miraculous answer.

For instance, our good friends had just returned from their own trip to Italy and were able to inform us on what was worth doing. We also "just happened" to run into a missionary couple from Italy at a church bbq we ALMOST DIDN'T ATTEND. They connected us with a Christian camp on a vineyard just outside of Florence.

It was clear that we had come from a season of great loss and stepped into a season of ABUNDANCE. That filled our anxious hearts with joy and chased out all the travel jitters...or at least most of them.

Fun side note:

We sold our house right before we left and had my dad sign our purchasing agreement for our new home WHILE WE WERE IN ITALY.

That wasn't the plan, but it did work. Thanks dad! lol

Flying to Italy was... intense.

A certain Airliner nearly made Kyle have a panic attack.

They disregarded our assigned seating, reseating us in the middle of the middle of the biggest airliner I have ever been in.

It was old, cramped, and they gave Kyle that sweet electric BOX under his seat so he couldn't move his knees from his chest the whole way to France.

Real cool (NOT).

While I enjoyed sitting shoulder to shoulder with my father-in-law for 10 or so hours on a plane with outdated technology and terrible snacks, we were ALL glad to be boarding the rickety puddle jumper plane to Italy!

Would you believe we had 3 times more space on that little plane than on the large one?

I digress.

For our trip to Italy, we did something very...bold (we'll just call it that).

We chose to rent a car and DRIVE to every destination.

This seemed like a cost effective choice since our car rental was only going to be a low price per day. Both men were more than willing to drive and the ladies, willing to be respectful passengers.

All was right with the world till we were given the news we should have seen coming: insurance on the vehicle would nearly triple the initial price.

No WAY were we gonna skip out on that since apparently "theft" is a thing in big cities and we were planning to go to a few of those.

We also learned almost immediately that there were things called "tolls" that we don't have to deal with in our mostly rural area of the US.

It seemed like we were CONSTANTLY stopping to pay a few dollars to the little automated voice behind the blockades that littered the countryside.

We would soon become all too aware of the many unique ​​and fun driving experiences one can have on Italian roads including secret police boxes, miles of tunnels, complete lawlessness, IMPOSSIBLE parking situations, and being reversed into by a little electric Panda car.

If there are traffic laws in Italy, no one knew about them. The "right of way" was TAKEN not given. If I could have written the traffic laws by observation, they would be as follows:

1. Scooterists may drive however, wherever they want at any speed they so desire.

2. Buses and all other vehicles may drive whenever, where ever, however fast they can get away with.

(No need to honk, signal, or yield)

My face showed panic while Kyle's face seemed to say "I am confused...there are NO RULES??? AWESOME."

For a driver like him, it was a dream. For me, it was like Hell.


It was like a cool fresh breeze filled our emotional sails. After a nap at our hotel in Turin, we were buzzing with new excitement.

Turin is a large city in Northern Italy that reminded me of New York. The people there didn't seem as "Italian" as I had imagined they would. They walked quickly, heads down, and didn't seem to be very warm or inviting. We shrugged it off and set our minds to learning how to order coffee and read road signs.

The complimentary breakfasts more than made up for the less than "warm welcome" we received that first day.

Gosh... that's an understatement. I can't help it! How can I put words to such a beautiful spread of freshly baked pastries, hand squeezed juices, and professionally prepared coffee beverages???


I actually realized after this trip that Italy does food right EVEN in the complimentary breakfasts at hotels.

Anyone who has had a bagel at a Motel 6 knows what I mean when I say I was expecting a cardboard bagel and some juice from concentrate.

Walking around Turin, there were no shortage of beautiful government buildings.

We also found ourselves at the home of "The Shroud of Turin" aka St. John the Baptist Cathedral.

The reverence and quiet there was astounding!