Antonio Sersale’s Bio

I was born In London from an American mother and Italian father.

Most of my youth was spent between Milan, where my father lived,  and Taxco Guerrero in Mexico where my mother and step father lived.

At the age of 16, I was sent to a boarding school in England called Millfield where I completed my “A” Levels.

I then followed in my families footsteps and went to the “Ecole Hoteliere of Lausanne” in Switzerland.

In 1990 I married Carla Sersale with whom I have two lovely boys, Aldo and Francesco.

After spending 4 years working both in the United States and Italy in various Hotels I moved in 1995 to Positano where I now manage my families Hotel Le Sirenuse.

Having spent all my life traveling, first between my two divorced parents and then with my father who took me on some of his trips to remote destinations I slowly developed a passion for travel.


One response to “Antonio Sersale’s Bio

  1. Brent Hippler

    Dear fellow traveler,

    My greatest journey happened when I was 21, I had been raised in the late 1940s in a library in the small town of Ocala, FLorida. Beginning at age 3, my mom began dropping me and my sister, age 4, off at the local library on weekdays, where usually women read to us for a few hours, then they helped us find the books we wanted to take home and read.

    When I was 21, had finished serving in the military, and had worked as a deckhand on Mississippi twoboats for a few months, I proposed to my sister and her editor-husband, that I would give them my entire savings, and in return they would let me read all of the great masterpieces of world literature, in their attic on their 600 acre farm. They had been hired to look after this farm by an old farmer, and in return they would have a rent-free home for themselves and their five children, and this was at a beautiful place in Kentucky, near a major river.

    My family agreed to my proposal, and I began reading the works of Homer; I would read 17 hours daily, babysit the five children for 2 hours and eat and sleep during the rest of the day. I did this 7 days a week, and would only miss one day of this regimen during my reading adventure.

    I knew I didn’t know much about the world and I figured if I could get to understand the reality of the great writers, I’d at least gain a basic knowledge of how the world had evolved through the ages.

    After awhile, a friend drove his car up to our farm, he was returning to where we both had been born and raised, in Florida. He told me that I should come with him, that I had wasted my time living in the past, that it was time to return to the present. I began laughing, my mind had been engaged with some of the most powerful perceptions of humans ever recorded, I hadn’t had one moment in that time of just past 18 months that I would consider boring, I had read probably between 1800 and 2000 books, sometimes as many as 5 books a day. I looked at my friend, and thought, yes, I have read enough and felt I had learned the beginnings of what it takes to investigate my own time. I packed my bags and my friend put the top down on his car, I hugged and kissed my dear nieces and nephews, and my loving sister, good-bye; and except for the births of my own children, that 18 months and three-day experience was the greatest journey of my life, for it created in me a curiosity that has led me to go the distance to find truths I’d never have even imagined, were it not for those great seekers I came to know in the attic of a farmhouse that was surrounded by my loving family.

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