Not long after my grandfather passed away, my mother, uncle, and I took my grandmother on a trip to her favorite country, Italy. We began in the South, where we visited the little town my grandmother hails from, moved north to beautiful Florence, and finished our trip in Venice. While traversing the Venetian maze, a little sign outside an ancient church mentioned that Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons” would be performed there that evening. My grandmother grew misty eyed and mentioned that it had been my grandfather’s favorite piece. To make a long story short(er), we secured tickets and enjoyed what will be my most beautiful, lasting memory of that trip. It is safe to say this is now my favorite piece of classical music because of that night shared with Nanny. Please enjoy!

Hakuna Matata