As children during the hot, sunny days of summer, Tiziana and I spent most of our time with our grandfather in the countryside. He would fill our days with magic tales, teaching us the wonders of the world. Our father Evelino often accompanied us on holiday trips with his sailboat made entirely of fragrant wood. We would cut through the seas on this boat, with bright eyes and an eagerness for new discoveries, getting to know the infinite beauty of the Italy we loved. Just a few miles from our city, there is an enchanted mountain that hurls itself against the sea, creating a breath-taking scene: Mount Conero.