The Gift My Best Childhood Friend Gave Me

As an adult, I have had the unique joy of being told many times, when I meet non-Americans, that there is something different about the way I carry myself.

They tell me I carry myself more like a European than an American. They explain that I have a certain worldly refinement not often found in Americans.

I explain to them that was because I was reared half of my childhood by an extraordinary German family.

I remember the dinners I attended that were as delicious as they were meticulous and beautifully presented.

I remember the education I got about the world from a different perspective, sitting in the family room with Betina's amazing parents, Steve and Katie. (With Steve sitting in his classic Eames lounge!).

I remember the love I was shown by all of the Illy family, as if I was as much a member as any of them.

I remember Betina's mom, Katie, showing me the beauty of sleeping under a down comforter and how to get the damned thing properly into a duvet cover!

I still know how to make Katie's chocolate mousse by heart, although she had to send the recipe to me about five times!

I feel like I owe my impeccable table manners to this second family of mine.

I feel like I gained my European flair from them.

I remember learning how to apply mascara by watching Sylvia, Betina's older sister. ! I still think of her every time I apply it!

I remember taking newborn Neeko to see Katie, and her cooing and giggling over him like he was her own grandson.