This will be my fourth summer in Maine. When I first set foot in Maine, two friends of mine, Berno and Laura Hamilton, welcomed me into their home, a cottage behind a row of pine trees off the Sommes Sound. Berno drove me around the island in an old-fashioned convertible car, along a road cutting through magnificent forests and suddenly opening upon breathtaking views of the sea around us, dotted with colourful lobster boats and sparkling brilliantly in the Maine sun. It was then that my love for America and its glorious nature began, and the connections between my Italian soul and an American one were established. Nostalgically, I found Mount Desert Island, Maine, and the island of Giglio, where I was born, similar.