Retiring from my career position at Eugene Water & Electric Board in late 2008, my immediate inclination was to travel to Europe -- Italy, in particular. My mother and grandmother had maintained a 50-year correspondence with their cousins, the Sanguinetis, and I was intrigued by the notion of attempting to locate the family in their somewhat remote location in a small village called Isolona in the Commune of Orero.
My sojourn to the Motherland, however, would need to wait. When my just-graduated daughter chose to teach English in South Korea for a year, and I procured a fellowship to teach public relations at Sojang University in Seoul, it was a done deal. After some initial culture shock, I adapted nicely and enjoyed every minute. My daughter visited from Busan, and I connected with several former UO students living in Seoul.
Though retired from EWEB, I would continue to teach public relations full time as a non-tenure track instructor at the University of Oregon School of Journalism and communication during the school year. The best part? Summers off. By spring, I had airline tickets and hotel reservations booked for Italy in summer, 2010. But still a rookie at international travel, I would have much to learn, and some of it the hard way.
My first mistake was flying into Milan late in the afternoon. As I waited outside the terminal at the bus stop, a cab driver took pity and told me: "No bus to Genoa." He then pointed me to a bus bound for the main Milan train station. "You take train to Genoa." Negotiating with the ticket office, I secured a ticket to Genoa and barely made the train in time for the two-hour trip in the dark, arriving in Genoa at midnight.
After that experience, a bus trip to Isolona in the Commune of Orero would have been nigh impossible. My next trip to Italy, in 2013, would be slightly more productive. Thanks to our hotel proprietor, we hired a cab driver who spoke both English and Italian, and was proficient in Genovese, the local dialect. Unfortunately, as luck would have it, Liguria has more than one Orero, and we chose the wrong one.
Then, in 2014, my brother and his family visited Italy and they not only found Isolona, but also found the son-in-law of Anna Sanguineti, mayor of the small village. He pointed out the Sanguineti home, but unfortunately, no one was home that day. But armed with new information, we ventured to Genoa once again in 2015. This time, with help from our cab driver, Andrea Giovanelli, we connected with the Sanguinetis.
We returned to Italy once again in 2018, and in addition to enjoying the sights, sounds and cuisine of Genoa, we took the boat excursion to Portovenere and made yet another pilgrimage to Isolona to see the Sanguinetis. Then, before we knew it, we were all sidelined by the global pandemic, abruptly ending our annual excursions to destinations like Genoa, Barcelona, Munich, Zurich and Geneva. Now, in 2025, we were finally back.
