Fast forward… a few years, a move to a new state and a new Italian teacher and this is where we pick up today’s story.
My new Italian teacher asked me if I planned to get my Italian passport. To get dual American and Italian citizenship, by jure sanguinis, there are a number of criteria that have to be met, followed by a long long list of documents and then a long wait for your appointment with the Italian consulate. Having always been curious about my own lineage + my love for the Italian way of life (the food and wine, the culture, the great art of “dolce far niente” ) made the challenge of this idea very enticing. I just turned 56 and the likelihood of me having my Italian passport on my 60th birthday is quite slim… But I love a challenge, so I decided to take the first most important step.
Was I a candidate? Is my lineage clear enough and more importantly, can I prove it? This question was the first step. If I could prove it, then off we go. If not, then the challenge is over.
This blog is a history of what I learned and how it all went.