At the home of our friend Anamaria outside Naples, my husband Maurizio sharpens the knife to cut off the lemon peel of a mound of lemons for our 2010 batch of limoncello. We begin our batches each year when we visit in the summer, then finish the process back home in Tennessee. We are creatures of habit as regards limoncello and always prepare the lemons in Anamaria’s kitchen. It was on a cross-country skiing vacation with Anamaria and her late husband Ezio, our dear friend, that we first visited Opi, where When We Were Strangers begins.
Pamela Schoenewaldt, historical novels of immigration and the search for self in new worlds: WHEN WE WERE STRANGERS, SWIMMING IN THE MOON, and UNDER THE SAME BLUE SKY (all HarperCollins).
pamelaschoenewaldt.com 
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