Every year I have the opportunity to travel back to Italy with my family to visit my relatives and the region that my pedigree comes from. I have experienced the lifestyle in miniscule villages scattered throughout the mountainous regions of Teramo. I have even spent time tracking down a Marsicano bear in the Abruzzo wildlife reserve. This year, I veered off the path of trails and trees to the open ocean.

I am not too fond of the sea. The idea of endless kilometers of empty (and far too deep) waters is not something I particularly dwell too much on, so one can imagine my first thoughts when my uncle proposed a fishing trip on the