When I was 18, I took my first trip to Italy. It was not your traditional trip to Italy! My dear high school friend, Rocco, had moved there to live with his family, so the morning after I landed in Rome, I immediately went to visit my friend. That actually meant another flight to the tip of the boot (Reggio Calabria), then 2 1/2 hours on a rickety old train to a tiny little village in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere. A little town called Gioiosa Ionica.
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