Preparing for my Ukrainian roots

Damn, my butt hurts. I’ve been sitting in Pasticceria Vittoria here in Alba Adriatica, Italy for two and a half hours without moving. Staring at this computer. Manipulating names. Understanding data. Entering family members into my family tree. Trying to figure out who is who.

I leave for Lviv, Ukraine this Thursday, April 9. I can’t wait. The weather in Alba Adriatica vacillates between sun/warmth and rain/cold. But when it is sunny, it’s glorious and reminds me of how much I adore Italy. Continue reading