The idea of fate fascinates me: that a thousand tiny decisions–even things that happen before you were born–conspire to lead you down one path in life instead of another. I started this story by describing the unexplainable pull I have always felt toward Italy, without which it’s virtually impossible that I would have met my maritino. Perhaps it’s more of a stretch to think that finding my great-great-grandmother’s wedding ring somehow had an influence on my destiny, but that is how it seems to me.
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