The best parts of our short two-day stay were our dinners in the evening. The first night we ate on the second-floor terrace of La Rotonda, a restaurant overlooking the tiny harbor, and we talked about our families and our lives as we watched the evening unfold in the little piazza below us.
The next night we went to Taverna Rovita, a great little restaurant with wood beamed ceilings, hidden away up an alleyway in the old village. It was a great place to have dinner, with local Lucanian / Basilicatan specialties created from ancient recipes. Like most of the other places where we ate or wandered, we were the only non-Italians in the place.
We really enjoyed those two days with our “new” cousins. And it was a fantastic feeling to find a bit of myself in a little village so far from home.
The Search for My Family Roots in Italy