Matteo's parents live about an hour north of Chicago. The cosmopolitan, bustling city with all its high rises and concrete slowly gives way to wide-open spaces scattered with red-barned farms as the limo travels down the highway. Trees in the middle of turning fiery red, breathtaking orange and deep, rich yellows dot the landscape. It's an idyllic sight. I'm reminded of how much I missed the change in seasons while living in Seattle. Driving through the countryside during autumn is one of life's little pleasures.
Leaving the freeway, we head east on country roads toward Lake Michigan until we turn onto a private road flanked by mature trees. We stop at the guardhouse to gain clearance. The driver speaks with security before the gate is opened, and we're allowed on to the property.