Having previously traveled to Florence and Venice I looked forward to experiencing these two cities again (11 years later) and showing them to my daughter and her family. Sometimes it really is good to set memories of a place aside and try to see what new things can be discovered when you return. Sometimes it is better not to return and just enjoy the memories!
On September 16th we left Casperia by taxi van and headed to Florence where we would stay for four nights. We opted to stay in in a charming village 20 minutes above Florence called Fiesole. It was an easy 20 minute bus ride into the madness of the big city but seemed like we'd stepped back into another time and space when we were there. Much of Fiesole's history predates Florence as this was where, in the 900's people settled and a government was established. There are still remnants of a coliseum, Roman baths, and a museum full of antiquities found buried here. The town is small, hilly and full of charm. It is easy to get to know the friendly inhabitants and everything travelers like us needed was within a few steps of our lodging. Five adults and one energetic three year old boy stayed comfortably in a three bedroom, two bath, Air BnB home, owned by a charming woman of Casa Sofia who made every effort to see that we were happy and comfortable. When we couldn't find a taxi to get to the train station for Venice, our host drove us there and refused any renumeration!
In this quaint village there is a laundromat and fruit and veggie stand two steps from our front door. There is also a grocery store one block away. Within a couple of blocks we could find gelato, yummy pizza, delicious dinners, and a sumptuous, hard to resist bakery. Every Saturday there is a group of people who put up stands to sell their wares in the town square. Fresh fish, being cleaned while you wait, whole chickens, cheese, and fruits can be purchased there along with antique bells, door knockers, clothing, and lamps to name just a few items. It was very pleasant to return from several hours in the big city to this much cooler less crowded town.
We were only there for four nights and on the third night Page got Sebastian's hair professionally cut for the first time. The fact that his long blond curls were gone did not go unnoticed by several of the locals and shopkeepers who came out to lament over the loss of his sweet curls as he charged by each open door. Many thought He was a girl until the until the curls were gone. I must admit both looks suit Sebastian well. I am sure it won't be long after he returns to Nosara that the curls will reappear. Once a surfer dude, always a surfer dude!
As for Florence, well let me just say that my memories of the fair city are far grander than I found it the second time around. The Duomo is still gigantic and overwhelming in size but it's beauty is covered with years of a black soot like substance that mars the vivid colors of the green and pink marble. In an effort to clean the outside, large portions are covered in scaffolding and cloth. The Pontevecchio was not nearly as picturesque as I'd remembered and in the heat of the day, with crowds so thick you couldn't move, it was difficult to find much I wanted to do except wander away and find the #7 bus back to Fiesole. One day Page treated us to a carriage ride through the town where sights were pointed out. Then we had a wonderful lunch and afterward Page and Seb. headed back for a nap while I wandered the back streets until I found a very enjoyable Di Vinci exhibit that had only a handful of people wandering through.
Then, to return to the bus stop, I made my way down the streets that have all the high end shops. Because they were nearly empty and free of crowds, it was easy to navigate freely. Florence is the home of too many to name fancy Italian fashion labels that are lovely to look at but, ridiculously expensive and beyond my tastes indulge. When I was in Florence 11 yrs ago, I don't remember seeing as many leather stands, kitchy souvenir shops, and stores that we have at home. Back then, to me at least, Florence was a city packed with history, delightful statues, fountains, and grand churches with beautiful facades. Now, as you push past crowds, and everything leather, and locals on cell phones, with the musical sound of their voices, it seemed so reminiscent of Latin masses I heard as a teen visiting catholic churches, just grander and with the smell of leather instead of inscents.
Venice is a city worth visiting twice but, now that I have, I find it is unnecessary to return ever again. The canals are still grand, getting lost on winding narrow streets was fun again, and seeing Page and her family enjoy it was wonderful. But again, like Florence, it is all about tourism, selling goods, filling blocks and streets with shops filled with things ranging from touristy junk to high end fancy stuff with the same pushing crush of crowds. St. Marks church in San Marcos square was massive and grand as all the churches in Italy seem to be. It is amazing to see the undulating marble floors that seem to endure yearly floods and yet still feel solid and strong. We did a lot of hopping on and off the water taxi's and Page treated her honey and son to a gondola ride that they loved. Carol and I visited The Gugganheim museum where Peggy lived for many years, courted gondoliers and artists, and buried all her much loved little dogs. Arrivederci Venice, Gratzie for NEW memories!
It has been lovely exploring Italy again. I have visited places I've never been, fallen in love with Rome all over again, and discovered that sometimes it is best to just enjoy fond memories and skip places I have already been!
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Monday, September 21, 2015
The Last Horse Ride and Other Pleasures
During our stay in Casperia we were encouraged to sign up for other activities in addition to the Pilates classes that Page taught. We could go to the massage-spa, take a cooking class, a couple of hikes, a horse back ride of an hour or two, go to a hot springs, and go to an olive oil tasting and lecture. In addition to the massage of course, I chose the cooking class, hot springs, and the horse ride. Since most of our gang, including Page, chose the two hour ride I opted to follow along. Call me crazy!
My experience with horses dates back to my high school years when my father bought a farm, moved us from Seattle to Kentucky, and used the fact that the farm came with two horses as an enticement. Since I was new, had no friends, didn't understand the language, I had no choice but learn to ride Midnight. An experienced Tennessee walker, Midnight never needed to strut his fancy footwork because I was a novice and scared to death he would deposit me easily within a few gallops. I quickly discovered that riding bare back was far superior to the English or Western saddle that hung in our barn. Without a saddle I could always feel one with the horse and knew what he was thinking. Midnight and I became close buddies. In the evening I'd call to him and he'd run from the field to be petted and lay his head in my lap.
While I have ridden a horse occasionally since those days it was never for as long and never with a western saddle. Unfortunately, this activity really did not live up to any one's expectations. We had no idea we'd travel a third of the time on steep, slippery paved roads with motor cycles and cars whizzing past, another third up and down slippery red clay paths, and the rest of the time on unsteady gravel roads. Nor did any of us know that along the eay there would be thorny vines and tree limbs smacking us in the faces, arms, and necks!
Worst of all my horse, Luna, a real sweetheart of a horse, had a right back foot that she dragged lazily at times and she slipped several times nearly loosing her footing and falling. All that was bad enough, but the worst part by far was the rock hard saddle that bumped and ground my sit bones into my flesh. I would have opted for labor pain over this experience. After one hour I was practicing Lamaze breathing! My knees ached from the short stirrups, my sit bones screamed, and if a morphine drip had been available I'd have taken it.
Everyone was complaining about the pain, the terrain, brambles tearing at our skin, and wanting to shorten the ride! We all longed for open pastures to run the horses so at least half the time our butts would be in midair. Page just wanted to run her horse. But no, we had to get back the same way we came, loping along two by two at an agonizingly slow pace. My horse and I slipped and slid through much of it. When we came to the last steep paved road going straight down, I could not risk falling nor could I manage the pain any longer. So hopped off my gentle beast and carefully led her the rest of the way home. Luna seemed grateful and my legs and butt stopped screaming at me! I realized that there's a market for gel-foam or memory -foam saddles.
Page's Pilates classes were wonderful. The massages were good, the hot springs were not so hot, and the cooking class taught me how to make pasta that I'll probably never make. But over all we had a lovely time here in the tiny city of Casperia. Florence awaits!
My experience with horses dates back to my high school years when my father bought a farm, moved us from Seattle to Kentucky, and used the fact that the farm came with two horses as an enticement. Since I was new, had no friends, didn't understand the language, I had no choice but learn to ride Midnight. An experienced Tennessee walker, Midnight never needed to strut his fancy footwork because I was a novice and scared to death he would deposit me easily within a few gallops. I quickly discovered that riding bare back was far superior to the English or Western saddle that hung in our barn. Without a saddle I could always feel one with the horse and knew what he was thinking. Midnight and I became close buddies. In the evening I'd call to him and he'd run from the field to be petted and lay his head in my lap.
While I have ridden a horse occasionally since those days it was never for as long and never with a western saddle. Unfortunately, this activity really did not live up to any one's expectations. We had no idea we'd travel a third of the time on steep, slippery paved roads with motor cycles and cars whizzing past, another third up and down slippery red clay paths, and the rest of the time on unsteady gravel roads. Nor did any of us know that along the eay there would be thorny vines and tree limbs smacking us in the faces, arms, and necks!
Worst of all my horse, Luna, a real sweetheart of a horse, had a right back foot that she dragged lazily at times and she slipped several times nearly loosing her footing and falling. All that was bad enough, but the worst part by far was the rock hard saddle that bumped and ground my sit bones into my flesh. I would have opted for labor pain over this experience. After one hour I was practicing Lamaze breathing! My knees ached from the short stirrups, my sit bones screamed, and if a morphine drip had been available I'd have taken it.
Everyone was complaining about the pain, the terrain, brambles tearing at our skin, and wanting to shorten the ride! We all longed for open pastures to run the horses so at least half the time our butts would be in midair. Page just wanted to run her horse. But no, we had to get back the same way we came, loping along two by two at an agonizingly slow pace. My horse and I slipped and slid through much of it. When we came to the last steep paved road going straight down, I could not risk falling nor could I manage the pain any longer. So hopped off my gentle beast and carefully led her the rest of the way home. Luna seemed grateful and my legs and butt stopped screaming at me! I realized that there's a market for gel-foam or memory -foam saddles.
Page's Pilates classes were wonderful. The massages were good, the hot springs were not so hot, and the cooking class taught me how to make pasta that I'll probably never make. But over all we had a lovely time here in the tiny city of Casperia. Florence awaits!
Friday, September 18, 2015
Pilates Retreat Casperia, Italy: Guests of Countess Julianna Forani
On September 10, 2015 we traveled from the beauty of the Sorrento coast to a quaint village one and a half hours N.E. of Rome, once known as Umbria until the borders were moved. Casperia is tucked neatly up against the undulating hillsides that surround this area. Casperia is safely contained behind mid evil walls to protect from barbarian invaders. This town was originally known as Aspra meaning bitter. The philosophy of this name was to discourage anyone from coming to destroy or take over the village. Like all mid evil villages of it's time, Casperia had a noble family the Forani's . It is believed that countess Julianna lived to be 100 years old and never had any children. Upon her death the castle went to remaining Forani ancestors. Just walking the twisty cobblestone streets that are narrow, with up and down stairways, beautiful wooden doors, and flowered balconies, it is easy to feel that you have stepped back into a different time and space.
As I wandered the deserted streets I half expected people in period appropriate clothes to appear or come out of the homes. I did find a prince, but alas, he was only three, and with long golden curls, and big brown eyes, he looked deceptively like my grandson! Prince Sebastian was in his glory running wild up and down the ancient paths, slaying stray cats, chasing the fair maidens of the Pilates group, and just enjoying all the attention of his papa who was in charge for the week.
Preservation of homes and buildings is constant and necessary to maintain the beauty of these ancient 1000 A. D. structures. The section most of stayed in was part of the original royal castle. Many of the rooms had enormous, heavy, dark wood and velvet tapestry covered furniture. The massive armoire in our room was at least 10 feet tall and six feet long of intricately carved dark wood. A lovely wood floor studio and modern baths, with bidets of course, were the only really modern enhancements. Every effort is made to retain Casperia's original beauty.
Not much historical information about the town was available to me except from Alan, the owner of Sunflower Retreats. He grew up here. He told me that over his childhood he was scuttled about from this area back and forth to Rome and London to get an education. Alan has been running this retreat center with his wife for 18 years and seems to love what he does. Another interesting character was Johnny who is half owner of the Vigna restaurant in the village. Johnny told us that his real love is giving talks on the good vs bad olive oil. One evening, while we dinned there, he gave us a very brief introduction to his much more formal and longer lecture on virgin olive oils. One humorous detail of note is that the other co owner of the restaurant could really care less about the restaurant business. His true love are Lego's, Leonard Nimoy, and the Starship Enterprise. There are framed copies of the specs for the Enterprise and a life size cardboard cutout of Spock in the bar area near the bathroom. It is easy to get startled by Spock staring at you when you walk out of the bathroom. This guy also has a well stocked Lego store with all the latest Star Wars Lego packages. Sebastian spent a lot of time there.
It was only fitting that Page would have a Pilates retreat here where the possibility of mid evil torture seemed very likely. The retreat was Page's first attempt at hosting a retreat far from her Costa Rica home and it was wildly successful with all the available spots filled with a uniquely international mix of students. I met many beautiful women. One from Lisbon, Portugal, one from Nice, France, (ironically, both places I will visit this trip) Manhattan Beach, Ca., Chicago, LA, and Costa Rica.
Page's classes were challenging and difficult at times but not too far above my ability. However, it wasn't her classes that caused me the most pain. I was humbled by another instrument of mid evil times, a horse!
As I wandered the deserted streets I half expected people in period appropriate clothes to appear or come out of the homes. I did find a prince, but alas, he was only three, and with long golden curls, and big brown eyes, he looked deceptively like my grandson! Prince Sebastian was in his glory running wild up and down the ancient paths, slaying stray cats, chasing the fair maidens of the Pilates group, and just enjoying all the attention of his papa who was in charge for the week.
Preservation of homes and buildings is constant and necessary to maintain the beauty of these ancient 1000 A. D. structures. The section most of stayed in was part of the original royal castle. Many of the rooms had enormous, heavy, dark wood and velvet tapestry covered furniture. The massive armoire in our room was at least 10 feet tall and six feet long of intricately carved dark wood. A lovely wood floor studio and modern baths, with bidets of course, were the only really modern enhancements. Every effort is made to retain Casperia's original beauty.
Not much historical information about the town was available to me except from Alan, the owner of Sunflower Retreats. He grew up here. He told me that over his childhood he was scuttled about from this area back and forth to Rome and London to get an education. Alan has been running this retreat center with his wife for 18 years and seems to love what he does. Another interesting character was Johnny who is half owner of the Vigna restaurant in the village. Johnny told us that his real love is giving talks on the good vs bad olive oil. One evening, while we dinned there, he gave us a very brief introduction to his much more formal and longer lecture on virgin olive oils. One humorous detail of note is that the other co owner of the restaurant could really care less about the restaurant business. His true love are Lego's, Leonard Nimoy, and the Starship Enterprise. There are framed copies of the specs for the Enterprise and a life size cardboard cutout of Spock in the bar area near the bathroom. It is easy to get startled by Spock staring at you when you walk out of the bathroom. This guy also has a well stocked Lego store with all the latest Star Wars Lego packages. Sebastian spent a lot of time there.
It was only fitting that Page would have a Pilates retreat here where the possibility of mid evil torture seemed very likely. The retreat was Page's first attempt at hosting a retreat far from her Costa Rica home and it was wildly successful with all the available spots filled with a uniquely international mix of students. I met many beautiful women. One from Lisbon, Portugal, one from Nice, France, (ironically, both places I will visit this trip) Manhattan Beach, Ca., Chicago, LA, and Costa Rica.
Page's classes were challenging and difficult at times but not too far above my ability. However, it wasn't her classes that caused me the most pain. I was humbled by another instrument of mid evil times, a horse!
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
The Amalfi Coast: It's Magic "Dahling"
If you travel to Italy, touring the Amalfi coast is a must. I highly recommend you take a tour rather than going on your own as the roads are narrow, twisty, horns honk, Vespas whiz by and there are very few guard rails. Besides, if you had Giovanni as your guide as we did, you would definitely be entertained!
Giovanni was wonderful, the views spectacular, and he loaded us down with historical information! We saw homes that once belonged to Sofia Lauren, Sting, Roger Moore, Gore Vidal, Greta Garbo, Bill Gates, and George Clooney to mention only a few. We toured by bus, took a boat ride of the coast, took walks around Rafaello, the town of Amalfi, and had a lovely lunch in a charming restaurant overlooking hills and the sea. Giovanni entertained us by singing all the familiar Italian songs, "That's Amore," "Valaree," "Oh Solo Mio," and others that were songs he grew up with as a child. Giovanni would tell us things then end with "It's Magic Dahling! It is difficult to describe the energy and beauty of this tour. And it was definitely the highlight of the trip so far.
Sorrento was beautiful but is definitely a touristy town with lots of hotels built over kitchy shops that line the narrow roads. Balconies are filled with flowering plants that droop decoratively into mid air. The best flower we found there however, was in a restaurant that we ended up going to two nights in a row. It was the flower of the zucchini filled with a creamy concoction of ricotta cheese, parmigiano, and herbs. Then it is dipped in batter and deep fried to perfection. We loved it so much that we ordered it the second night in double the portions. I hope to find a recipe for this back home.
After two lovely nights in Sorrento it was time to head back to Rome and on to Casperia where our Pilates retreat would take place. To accomplish this we avoided the trolley train and opted for the lovely hydrofoil to Naples. Then a taxi through the crush of Naples traffic, a train to Rome, and a small commuter train to Casperia. Then we hopped a bus to the village and got a car to take us the rest of the way. The anticipation grew when we viewed the 12th century walled city built into the mountain. It was a scene right out of mid evil times. Somewhat reminicent of the town from "Pillars of the Earth." The castle awaits and perhaps even a handsome prince!
Giovanni was wonderful, the views spectacular, and he loaded us down with historical information! We saw homes that once belonged to Sofia Lauren, Sting, Roger Moore, Gore Vidal, Greta Garbo, Bill Gates, and George Clooney to mention only a few. We toured by bus, took a boat ride of the coast, took walks around Rafaello, the town of Amalfi, and had a lovely lunch in a charming restaurant overlooking hills and the sea. Giovanni entertained us by singing all the familiar Italian songs, "That's Amore," "Valaree," "Oh Solo Mio," and others that were songs he grew up with as a child. Giovanni would tell us things then end with "It's Magic Dahling! It is difficult to describe the energy and beauty of this tour. And it was definitely the highlight of the trip so far.
Sorrento was beautiful but is definitely a touristy town with lots of hotels built over kitchy shops that line the narrow roads. Balconies are filled with flowering plants that droop decoratively into mid air. The best flower we found there however, was in a restaurant that we ended up going to two nights in a row. It was the flower of the zucchini filled with a creamy concoction of ricotta cheese, parmigiano, and herbs. Then it is dipped in batter and deep fried to perfection. We loved it so much that we ordered it the second night in double the portions. I hope to find a recipe for this back home.
After two lovely nights in Sorrento it was time to head back to Rome and on to Casperia where our Pilates retreat would take place. To accomplish this we avoided the trolley train and opted for the lovely hydrofoil to Naples. Then a taxi through the crush of Naples traffic, a train to Rome, and a small commuter train to Casperia. Then we hopped a bus to the village and got a car to take us the rest of the way. The anticipation grew when we viewed the 12th century walled city built into the mountain. It was a scene right out of mid evil times. Somewhat reminicent of the town from "Pillars of the Earth." The castle awaits and perhaps even a handsome prince!
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Arrivaderci Roma. Hello Sorrento
Leaving Rome: We had walked many miles in Rome and loved our experiences there. Rome by day, Rome by night, it was all one delicious experience after another. From the historic sights, gorgeous men, wonderful clothing shops, and street vendors, and the authentic food, Rome captured our hearts and fed us well. One lunch of note was at a charming, Italian restaurant where the food was delicious and Cesar, our waiter, was charming and flirty. He even brought us champagne and an appetizer "on the house. " He kidded around and posed for photos with us and we practiced the "air kisses" with him cheek to cheek as we departed. We played right into his hands and rewarded him with a handsome tip! I am sure the group of Italian women in the other room were not so easily charmed.
On September 8th, Carol, Rosie, and I began our journey to Sorrento. Unfortunately, Carol had back spasms as the result of the horribly firm mattress in our accommodation and had to travel in pain. This journey would have been taxing for even a healthy tourist. The best part of the trip was the Rome metro and the high speed train. Rome's subway system is clean, on time and makes sense, if you can read Italian. We had some difficulty figuring out how to buy a ticket until we asked a local. Even with help it is not easy. Buying a train ticket was also a bit of a challenge too until we figured out how to use the kiosk. Then it was a relaxing one hour and a half ride through the Italian countryside of green rolling hills, one marble quarry carved into the mountain side, undulating flax colored fields where hay sat rolled up and in other fields sheep grazed. Then there was the intermittent olive groves and vineyards. So wonderful was this part of the trip that we were not prepared for the next crazy train experience.
In Naples it is necessary to take a local commuter train to Sorrento. We were on a tight schedule and didn't want to stand around 30 minutes for next one to arrive. We had heard horror stories about pick pockets so we rushed to figure out where to go, where to buy a ticket, what direction to go to get on the train, and do that all within 5 minutes. Then we had to push and shove to get on the dirty, graffiti clad, tiny trolley-like train just to get to stand shoulder to shoulder, tilting to and fro with everyone for the hour and 15 minute ride to Sorrento. Just watching Carol trying not to move in back spasms was difficult. All I could think of was how good it would be to have her lie down.
It was a long morning but we made it to the delightfully charming Sorrento in time to check into our hotel, grab a pizza to go, and jump on the boat to Capri! This was a lifelong dream for Rosie who had a grandfather who was born there. The boat ride was a smooth Hydro foil that glided over every wave with ease. From port, reminiscent of Catalina, we grabbed a 25 euro convertible cab ride up the twisty, Cliff clinging road that was so narrow the cars and buses coming in the other direction had paper thin passing room. And yes, we did the tourist thing and shopped, rode the chair lift to the top for the amazing views. We could not resist the gelato and cappuccino at local cafe where we watched the world go by. Tomorrow we tour the Amalfi coast!
On September 8th, Carol, Rosie, and I began our journey to Sorrento. Unfortunately, Carol had back spasms as the result of the horribly firm mattress in our accommodation and had to travel in pain. This journey would have been taxing for even a healthy tourist. The best part of the trip was the Rome metro and the high speed train. Rome's subway system is clean, on time and makes sense, if you can read Italian. We had some difficulty figuring out how to buy a ticket until we asked a local. Even with help it is not easy. Buying a train ticket was also a bit of a challenge too until we figured out how to use the kiosk. Then it was a relaxing one hour and a half ride through the Italian countryside of green rolling hills, one marble quarry carved into the mountain side, undulating flax colored fields where hay sat rolled up and in other fields sheep grazed. Then there was the intermittent olive groves and vineyards. So wonderful was this part of the trip that we were not prepared for the next crazy train experience.
In Naples it is necessary to take a local commuter train to Sorrento. We were on a tight schedule and didn't want to stand around 30 minutes for next one to arrive. We had heard horror stories about pick pockets so we rushed to figure out where to go, where to buy a ticket, what direction to go to get on the train, and do that all within 5 minutes. Then we had to push and shove to get on the dirty, graffiti clad, tiny trolley-like train just to get to stand shoulder to shoulder, tilting to and fro with everyone for the hour and 15 minute ride to Sorrento. Just watching Carol trying not to move in back spasms was difficult. All I could think of was how good it would be to have her lie down.
It was a long morning but we made it to the delightfully charming Sorrento in time to check into our hotel, grab a pizza to go, and jump on the boat to Capri! This was a lifelong dream for Rosie who had a grandfather who was born there. The boat ride was a smooth Hydro foil that glided over every wave with ease. From port, reminiscent of Catalina, we grabbed a 25 euro convertible cab ride up the twisty, Cliff clinging road that was so narrow the cars and buses coming in the other direction had paper thin passing room. And yes, we did the tourist thing and shopped, rode the chair lift to the top for the amazing views. We could not resist the gelato and cappuccino at local cafe where we watched the world go by. Tomorrow we tour the Amalfi coast!
Sunday, September 6, 2015
An Appointment With Superman
When in Rome...what is the top Sunday attraction for visitors and Romans? If you guessed standing shoulder to shoulder in the heat of the late morning sun in St. Peter's Square waiting for Pope Francis to appear then you would be correct. No matter your religious persuasion, this man stands out as a refreshing change from the inflexible previous leaders of his kind.
According to Wikipedia, Pope Frances was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina December, 1936 with the given name of Jorge Mario Bergolio. He studied and got a degree in labratory chemistry and did work in a lab for a time as well as being a bouncer and janitor for a night club. He is the first Jesuit, first from the Southern hemisphere, and first non-European to become Pope since 741. He gets his papal name from St. Frances of Assisi. Frances seems particularly interested in the plight of humankind and the needs here on earth as much as finding path to heaven. He speaks out about the environment, strife in other countries, and is a champion for world peace. He seems to be listening to the need for church reform. Also, of note, it is said that he had a hand in restoring full diplomacy between the U. S. and Cuba.
It was an exciting day to be in St. Peter's square. Hundreds of thousands of people gathered in a very jovial manner just to have a chance to see this great man appear from a window high in the ethereal sky and hear his message to the world. My three year old grandson, a boy raised to have the freedom of running along nearly deserted beaches, has never seen a crowd do large. The biggest crowd he has ever experienced is when the inhabitants of the small town of Playa Guiones, Costa Rica go to the beach to watch the waves roll in as the sun sets. Even then he runs free splashing in the waves and chasing after friends. So keeping him contained in St. Peter's square was not easy until the velvet banner was lowered from the window where the Pope was about to appear.
To keep him engaged his mother said "Watch Sebastian any minute superman is going to appear. Maybe he will use that cape and fly down to see you." This tactic worked until the promised flight did not take place and a boy's fantasy was dashed. He kept asking, "When is superman going to fly down mommy?" I explained that he was so important he couldn't fly today but was off to take care of people in his big house behind the windows. When we arrived back to our accommodations our little superman put on his cape and flew around on his own.
While the other adults took off for a tour of the coliseum and ancient Rome, Sebastian and I enjoyed an afternoon that included a nap and an outing for gelato. We played a game of "stop" where I let him run ahead along the sidewalks but when I yelled "stop" he had to stop immediately and stand like a statue. This boy is a quick learner and loved the game so much he wanted to play the game with his parents later that day. I realize, as I see him experience the big city, how different his life is on the unpaved sandy roads of his little beach town.
According to Wikipedia, Pope Frances was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina December, 1936 with the given name of Jorge Mario Bergolio. He studied and got a degree in labratory chemistry and did work in a lab for a time as well as being a bouncer and janitor for a night club. He is the first Jesuit, first from the Southern hemisphere, and first non-European to become Pope since 741. He gets his papal name from St. Frances of Assisi. Frances seems particularly interested in the plight of humankind and the needs here on earth as much as finding path to heaven. He speaks out about the environment, strife in other countries, and is a champion for world peace. He seems to be listening to the need for church reform. Also, of note, it is said that he had a hand in restoring full diplomacy between the U. S. and Cuba.
It was an exciting day to be in St. Peter's square. Hundreds of thousands of people gathered in a very jovial manner just to have a chance to see this great man appear from a window high in the ethereal sky and hear his message to the world. My three year old grandson, a boy raised to have the freedom of running along nearly deserted beaches, has never seen a crowd do large. The biggest crowd he has ever experienced is when the inhabitants of the small town of Playa Guiones, Costa Rica go to the beach to watch the waves roll in as the sun sets. Even then he runs free splashing in the waves and chasing after friends. So keeping him contained in St. Peter's square was not easy until the velvet banner was lowered from the window where the Pope was about to appear.
To keep him engaged his mother said "Watch Sebastian any minute superman is going to appear. Maybe he will use that cape and fly down to see you." This tactic worked until the promised flight did not take place and a boy's fantasy was dashed. He kept asking, "When is superman going to fly down mommy?" I explained that he was so important he couldn't fly today but was off to take care of people in his big house behind the windows. When we arrived back to our accommodations our little superman put on his cape and flew around on his own.
While the other adults took off for a tour of the coliseum and ancient Rome, Sebastian and I enjoyed an afternoon that included a nap and an outing for gelato. We played a game of "stop" where I let him run ahead along the sidewalks but when I yelled "stop" he had to stop immediately and stand like a statue. This boy is a quick learner and loved the game so much he wanted to play the game with his parents later that day. I realize, as I see him experience the big city, how different his life is on the unpaved sandy roads of his little beach town.
Conquering Rome in a day
It is impossible to make the push to absorb all this ancient city has to offer in one day but we made a valid attempt to do so. Morning down pours initially thwarted our first attempt to find a famous Roman market that is just a few blocks away. No sooner had we all finally breakfasted, dressed, corralled the jungle boy, and walked a couple blocks, than the heavens opened up and chased us back inside. But, eventually we all ventured forth and discovered a bountiful market where numerous vendors compete for business. There was fresh fish of all sizes resting on ice, several meat markets where fresh prosciutto was being sliced right off the smoked pig. Gorgeous baskets of fruit, vegetables, and even housewares adorned other booths. Cheeses of all types and wine by the liter at 1.79 euros was impossible to pass up. Each of us bought what looked the most delicious and brought it back for a bit of a lunch time feast.
Next we headed in the direction of Piazza Navona famous for the beautiful 17th century Santa Agnes church, enormous square, and Bernini fountains. Here is where great chariot races were once held. To get there we wandered twisty roadways, crossed the Tiber, passed and stopped in many clothing stores, stopped for gelato, and finally reached our destination. The oblong square was filled with tourists, locals, and street entertainers. At times it was difficult to tell which of these were more fun to watch. Tourists acted like clowns at times engaging handsome Italian accordion players in a flirt and a picture. Street performers dragged willing spectators from the crowd and made the crowds laugh as they subjected them to act in a very foolish manner. Page and Chandy put on a "dinner" show when they were inspired to take the dance floor and strut their stuff for the adoring crowd. Had they had a hat to put out I am sure it would have been filled with coins.
Today was Sebastian's third birthday. We celebrated it with a delicious dinner and topped it off with a celebratory slice of Tiramisu back lit by three candles that this energetic boy had no trouble blowing out once he was captured and brought back to his seat. Then HE insisted upon all of us having filling our glasses with wine or some type of liquid and raised his glass in a toast "Salud" he cheered! The birthday boy was given a colorful contracting and expanding ball meant more for mental contemplation, but this would be soccer star took it to the plaza and immediately challenged other small boys to a game of "football." These darling boys quickly became the center of attention and amused the crowd for at least a half an hour. The boys gave each other a hug when the parent referee's finally called the game a fair tie.
Dinner was taken at yet another charming street side restaurant where the cannelloni, lasagna boulganase, and eggplant parmigiano was cooked to perfection and the best I've ever tasted. Fueled with our delicious meal and completion of a shared bottle of wine, we set off down narrow curving streets in search of the famous Trevi fountain. On the way we stumbled upon more piazzas, more old Rome where charming buildings had flower filled balconies. There were also many street performers. One man took center stage singing some recognizable but hard to name aria. As night descended the monuments lit up exposing thousand year old marble facades, carefully carved columns, and more sculpted figures depicting a Roman scene. The massiveness of the Pantheon, the President's palace, the coliseum, and so much more made us gasp with awe as we traversed from one section of town after the next. Even the Trevi, sitting dormant in the midst of much needed cleaning and repair, was still spectacular given its enormous size and beauty.
We are walking mostly on streets paved with what appears to be thick black 4x4 square stones set unevenly. Even with the best walking shoes I found that the miles of walking on this surface is very hard on the body with my feet suffering the most. We must have walked for miles today and returned home by taxi exhausted. But after three hours of sleep I find I am now unable to sleep. Still not acclimated to the nine hour time difference I imagine. Add a cycling air conditioner, a party going on somewhere above us, playing what would be, at any other hour, fun, danceable Spanish music. But, at 3 am, I wonder if it will ever stop. It is tempting to find the source and beg to have it stop or perhaps be enticed to dance. However, the saying "When in Rome" comes to mind and keeps me safely behind the apartment doors. Tomorrow I will have a date with my handsome handful of a grandson while the others take what they hope to be a very informative tour of ancient Rome.
Oh my, as I bring this entry to a close the music is revving up and the DJ seems to be encouraging everyone to take the dance floor. Guess I should look for my dancing shoes!
Next we headed in the direction of Piazza Navona famous for the beautiful 17th century Santa Agnes church, enormous square, and Bernini fountains. Here is where great chariot races were once held. To get there we wandered twisty roadways, crossed the Tiber, passed and stopped in many clothing stores, stopped for gelato, and finally reached our destination. The oblong square was filled with tourists, locals, and street entertainers. At times it was difficult to tell which of these were more fun to watch. Tourists acted like clowns at times engaging handsome Italian accordion players in a flirt and a picture. Street performers dragged willing spectators from the crowd and made the crowds laugh as they subjected them to act in a very foolish manner. Page and Chandy put on a "dinner" show when they were inspired to take the dance floor and strut their stuff for the adoring crowd. Had they had a hat to put out I am sure it would have been filled with coins.
Today was Sebastian's third birthday. We celebrated it with a delicious dinner and topped it off with a celebratory slice of Tiramisu back lit by three candles that this energetic boy had no trouble blowing out once he was captured and brought back to his seat. Then HE insisted upon all of us having filling our glasses with wine or some type of liquid and raised his glass in a toast "Salud" he cheered! The birthday boy was given a colorful contracting and expanding ball meant more for mental contemplation, but this would be soccer star took it to the plaza and immediately challenged other small boys to a game of "football." These darling boys quickly became the center of attention and amused the crowd for at least a half an hour. The boys gave each other a hug when the parent referee's finally called the game a fair tie.
Dinner was taken at yet another charming street side restaurant where the cannelloni, lasagna boulganase, and eggplant parmigiano was cooked to perfection and the best I've ever tasted. Fueled with our delicious meal and completion of a shared bottle of wine, we set off down narrow curving streets in search of the famous Trevi fountain. On the way we stumbled upon more piazzas, more old Rome where charming buildings had flower filled balconies. There were also many street performers. One man took center stage singing some recognizable but hard to name aria. As night descended the monuments lit up exposing thousand year old marble facades, carefully carved columns, and more sculpted figures depicting a Roman scene. The massiveness of the Pantheon, the President's palace, the coliseum, and so much more made us gasp with awe as we traversed from one section of town after the next. Even the Trevi, sitting dormant in the midst of much needed cleaning and repair, was still spectacular given its enormous size and beauty.
We are walking mostly on streets paved with what appears to be thick black 4x4 square stones set unevenly. Even with the best walking shoes I found that the miles of walking on this surface is very hard on the body with my feet suffering the most. We must have walked for miles today and returned home by taxi exhausted. But after three hours of sleep I find I am now unable to sleep. Still not acclimated to the nine hour time difference I imagine. Add a cycling air conditioner, a party going on somewhere above us, playing what would be, at any other hour, fun, danceable Spanish music. But, at 3 am, I wonder if it will ever stop. It is tempting to find the source and beg to have it stop or perhaps be enticed to dance. However, the saying "When in Rome" comes to mind and keeps me safely behind the apartment doors. Tomorrow I will have a date with my handsome handful of a grandson while the others take what they hope to be a very informative tour of ancient Rome.
Oh my, as I bring this entry to a close the music is revving up and the DJ seems to be encouraging everyone to take the dance floor. Guess I should look for my dancing shoes!
Friday, September 4, 2015
Rome:The Vatican; Smoke and Priceless Art
Today, Our first in Rome, came early. After a long nine hour flight from my connection in Chicago, and very little sleep, it was time to visit the Pope's palace, at 8 am. Nothing like starting off with the most extravagant and extensive collection of antiquities and priceless paintings first thing! The Vatican and it's amazing museum is indeed beyond description with the priceless abundance of frescoes, sculptures, and enormous tapestries, some dating back many years B.C. and several pieces circa 15th century. The weather, here is somewhat humid and warm so in the confines of the museum it was stifling at times. However, we still enjoyed the beauty of the Raphael's and Michelangelo paintings adorning the walls and ceilings throughout. Each one more stunning than the next. It was wonderful to have a guide who brought the stories of the paintings to life. I was not aware that it took twenty five years to clean the walls and ceiling in the 500 year old Sistine chapel.
I was also unaware that every time the papal conclave takes place there is a potbelly stove installed at one end of the chapel and the various cardinals, who participate in electing the Pope, must stay inside until the final decision is made. I got to thinking that no wonder the ceilings got dirty with all the soot from the stove over the years. Perhaps, on one or more occasions, that stove's flue was accidentally left closed causing smoke to fill the room and dirty the walls. But as most know the smoke, piped up through a round transom window, gives the waiting public the signal of when a new Pope has been elected. Imagine the cardinals, tired from usual church duties, welcomed the retreat to possibly have a little wine, "play a few hands of poker" ( they just color the cards white for yes, black for no) and tossing the bad hand into the stove and one by one until the most clever guy wins the final hand and it is time to finally stop playing games and decide! Just speculating!
Then it was on to the grandest church of all, St Peter's Basilica. The size is overwhelming with endless alcoves, ceilings reaching to the heavens, and more marble adorning the floors, columns, walls than I have ever seen before. In addition, there were yet more sculptures and sarcophagus placed thoughtfully throughout. I began to wonder how many hundreds of quarries it took to complete this church. Then we also wondered how many slaves and skilled laborers it took to bring this all to fruition.
After a pizza lunch and a nap, we took off walking through town to the Spanish Steps where expensive shops line the streets. There we found a wonderful restaurant with delicious salads, ravioli, chicken in lemon sauce, and white wine. Any thought that I'd loose weight on this trip quickly vanished with the taste of the olive oil, pasta, pizza, breads, wine, and most importantly, the gelato. I am learning the language quickly. Words that are most important are definitely gratzie, per favore, olivo, vino, and gelato!
One important point for future travelers, especially women, bring a small, nearly empty suitcase packed with only one or two changes of clothes or maybe just underwear. There are street vendors on every corner selling lovely hand bags, darling blouses and dresses, and slacks. Why not buy a couple fun things here at ridiculously inexpensive prices and have just the right outfit for the city and the weather. Even the chic stores have unusually reasonable stylish clothing that would be fun to bring back home. It seems like the whole of Rome is on sale and I am charmed with the history, the Michelangelo nudes, the handsome men, and stylish beautiful women with long bare legs who strut down the streets in 5 & 6 inch heels.
Tomorrow we are shopping at the famous outdoor market to gather a bunch of fruit and possibly even have breakfast from one of the vendors. Yesterday we did find a small but adequate grocery store where we found delicious wine for 2.50 euros, creamy brie, silky Greek yogurt and roasted chicken which combined made into a tasty dinner for weary travelers. Our apartment is perfect, our host a doll and the driver she hired for us was perfection on wheels. We could not have found a better location for twice the price.
Tonight we work off our jet lag with some much needed sleep. There are many more miles yet to walk and many more sights to be discovered. I am overjoyed to be sharing this experience with my daughter, her partner Chandy, and Sebastian, and my friends Carol and Rosie. In addition to all we have planned tomorrow, there will be an evening birthday celebration for Sebastian, who, with his long blond curls, and dimpled cheek could easily have been a model for one of Raphael's Michelangelo's cherubic figures. It is hard to believe this jungle boy is already three!
I was also unaware that every time the papal conclave takes place there is a potbelly stove installed at one end of the chapel and the various cardinals, who participate in electing the Pope, must stay inside until the final decision is made. I got to thinking that no wonder the ceilings got dirty with all the soot from the stove over the years. Perhaps, on one or more occasions, that stove's flue was accidentally left closed causing smoke to fill the room and dirty the walls. But as most know the smoke, piped up through a round transom window, gives the waiting public the signal of when a new Pope has been elected. Imagine the cardinals, tired from usual church duties, welcomed the retreat to possibly have a little wine, "play a few hands of poker" ( they just color the cards white for yes, black for no) and tossing the bad hand into the stove and one by one until the most clever guy wins the final hand and it is time to finally stop playing games and decide! Just speculating!
Then it was on to the grandest church of all, St Peter's Basilica. The size is overwhelming with endless alcoves, ceilings reaching to the heavens, and more marble adorning the floors, columns, walls than I have ever seen before. In addition, there were yet more sculptures and sarcophagus placed thoughtfully throughout. I began to wonder how many hundreds of quarries it took to complete this church. Then we also wondered how many slaves and skilled laborers it took to bring this all to fruition.
After a pizza lunch and a nap, we took off walking through town to the Spanish Steps where expensive shops line the streets. There we found a wonderful restaurant with delicious salads, ravioli, chicken in lemon sauce, and white wine. Any thought that I'd loose weight on this trip quickly vanished with the taste of the olive oil, pasta, pizza, breads, wine, and most importantly, the gelato. I am learning the language quickly. Words that are most important are definitely gratzie, per favore, olivo, vino, and gelato!
One important point for future travelers, especially women, bring a small, nearly empty suitcase packed with only one or two changes of clothes or maybe just underwear. There are street vendors on every corner selling lovely hand bags, darling blouses and dresses, and slacks. Why not buy a couple fun things here at ridiculously inexpensive prices and have just the right outfit for the city and the weather. Even the chic stores have unusually reasonable stylish clothing that would be fun to bring back home. It seems like the whole of Rome is on sale and I am charmed with the history, the Michelangelo nudes, the handsome men, and stylish beautiful women with long bare legs who strut down the streets in 5 & 6 inch heels.
Tomorrow we are shopping at the famous outdoor market to gather a bunch of fruit and possibly even have breakfast from one of the vendors. Yesterday we did find a small but adequate grocery store where we found delicious wine for 2.50 euros, creamy brie, silky Greek yogurt and roasted chicken which combined made into a tasty dinner for weary travelers. Our apartment is perfect, our host a doll and the driver she hired for us was perfection on wheels. We could not have found a better location for twice the price.
Tonight we work off our jet lag with some much needed sleep. There are many more miles yet to walk and many more sights to be discovered. I am overjoyed to be sharing this experience with my daughter, her partner Chandy, and Sebastian, and my friends Carol and Rosie. In addition to all we have planned tomorrow, there will be an evening birthday celebration for Sebastian, who, with his long blond curls, and dimpled cheek could easily have been a model for one of Raphael's Michelangelo's cherubic figures. It is hard to believe this jungle boy is already three!
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