To the Sea

During travel, there is the anxious excitement of visiting new places and the happy comfort of returning to places you love.  Today, Avery and I return to a place we love- Monterosso al Mare.  Monterosso is the cinque terra of the Cinque Terra as you enter from the south.

My first visit to Monterosso was with Mom and Jim (1999).  It was my first time to “swim” in the Mediterranean Sea and actually, my first visit to any seaside Italian village.  When the kids and I returned to Europe with Mom (2007), it was no doubt their favorite stop.  That trip gave us funny, sweet memories we still refer to today.  Even Avery getting her bangs cut for the first time, in a small fishing village (not exactly a fashion mecca), where we did not speak the language (what WERE we thinking)…we can look back on and laugh at now.

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So when Avery had to think long and hard about where she wanted to go during her fairly short visit, Monterosso was at the top.  We packed our bags and said ciao for now to Firenze and made our way to the train station.

Last night, after our Vespa tour, my throat began to hurt quite a bit.  I was worried, but did not want to dampen Avery’s spirits.  During the night, the pain escalated and a fever developed.  By morning, I was pretty miserable.  Our first train from Firenze took us to Pisa.  At Pisa, I visited the farmacia in the stazione purchasing some spray of sage oil recommended by the guy behind the counter.  He said that was as strong as he could offer without a doctor’s prescription.

When it was time for us to board our 2nd train to Monterosso, we had to rush to get our tickets validated.  At the last moment, we looked around the platform we were on and there was no machine.  Avery went into “Amazing Race” mode.  I stood with the bags in the underground tunnel, she ran trying to locate the validation machine as our train pulled up.  When I saw her running towards me again, validated tickets in hand, she said, “Go, Go!”  I quickly drug my suitcase up the steps to the platform and she followed shortly after.  We were safely on the train, moments before it pulled away.   In the condition I was in, I could not have done it without her.

From Pisa, we arrive in Monterosso and all I can think about is getting to the B&B and asking our host where I can find a doctor.  At this point, I am having to brace myself each time I swallow.  I have a memory of only two other sore throats being this bad.

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There definitely was a comfort feeling the way I did and coming to a place I knew.  This is my cinque visit to Monterosso.  However, the B&B I stayed in for my last due visits was not available, so a new place was secured.  We arrived to a small piazza I was very familiar with, but had to look closely to find the street leading us to Casa di Zuecca.

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As we listened to Stefano, the owner, give us the particulars of our home for the next tre notti, all I could think of was asking him about a doctor.   When I did, he told me I could have a doctor come today, but the fee would be 50 euro, but if I waited until tomorrow morning, I could go see the doctor at 8:00am for free.  I figured I could make it another night.  I felt awful doing so, but I told Avery I needed to lie down and that she should go out and explore seeing if Monterosso was what she remembered.

I tried to rest in between swallows, drowning my throat in salvia oil.. which did zero good.  Avery returned in good spirits a few hours later and I rallied for dinner.  We both had specific places we wanted to eat while here and to get them all in, we had to begin now.

Il Casello has been a favorite since our first visit, although the fare has changed quite a bit.  During our first two visits, they offered panini and and little more, basically beach fare.  Since my visit in 2013, it has been a full scale restaurant.  This disappoints Avery because she has a memory of a favorite panino there.  However, the disappointment did not last long.  I ordered my go-to,  Fritto Misto and she chose a shrimp and zucchini pasta.  Both were enjoyed on the cliff looking over the old town spiaggia.

During dinner we reminisced and planned our stay.  It was decided I would wake up early in the morning, visit the medico, hopefully get some stronger meds and then we would spend a day at the beach.  There are two main beaches in Monterosso; the one in old town that includes a free beach area as well as paid chairs and umbrellas and the beach in the “newer” part of town by the train station.  We made a plan to hang out at the old town beach tomorrow and the new town beach (my favorite) the day after.

The sun could not rise quick enough for me the next day.  I was miserable all night.  These past two nights were the worst I ever remember physically feeling.  At one point, I got up thinking it had to be close to sunrise and it was only 3…

At 7 I gave up, threw on clothes and headed to the city hall building which houses the medico.  I thought I had better get there as early as possible and secure my place in any line that might form.  I figured on a Saturday in a small seaside village, people might bring their goats and such.

I have to say, getting up and out that early was very nice.  I made my way the short distance to the City Hall building,IMG_1970

and found the red cross on a side door.  I had arrived at 7:15 so I had a bit of a wait in front of me.  At about 7:50, a man passes by me briskly, walks over to the clinic door, tries it without success, and then looks around.  I raise my hand trying to convey, “Yep…I am waiting too.”  He approaches me and says, “Do you-a need-a a doctor?”  I nod and squeak out, “Si”.  He stands a bit straighter and says, “I-a am-a a doctor.  I need-a the key.  I can-a help you-a soon-a.”  This medico is wearing, jeans, flip-flops and a fishing shirt.  He’s about my age.

He looks around a bit and then approaches a little old lady who is busy sweeping the entrance to her shop.  They have an exchange and the only thing I can get from it is that it is about the key.  He scurries off, she goes inside her shop.

She comes out a few minutes later, key in hand, and looks around.  Walking over to me, she asks where he went.  I tell her I think he went to get a key.  She replies in italian, “I told him I had the key!”  I just shrug.  Exasperated, she tells me to follow her.  She walks to the door of the clinic, unlocks it, opens it, sits me down and hands me the key with a shrug before walking out.  So…the clinic is now open I guess.

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I sat, alone, taking in the “ambience” as I waited.  About 10 minutes later, my medico returns a bit confused at how I got in.  I handed him the key and this time it was his turn to shrug.  He puts a little white coat on over his fishing shirt, goes behind a desk, opens a box, pulls out a couple of pad and a pen, closes the desk, sits up a bit straighter, folds his hands on top of the desk and announces, “Okay-a…I am ready-a”.  Although I feel horrible, I’m getting a kick out of the memory I am making.

The “appointment” lasted all of 6 minutes.  He began to ask me what my issue was, then realized he had not done some formalities…my age, my overall health…OK…with this behind us, we begin again.  He takes a look at my throat and he feels the swollen glands and announces his diagnosis, “infezione grave”.  I try to ask him about Strep and it is obvious we are not communicating, I think he thinks I am saying it is a medicine.  He writes out due prescrizioni, one for an antibiotic and one for a throat spray, stands up and briskly shakes my hand and I am off to the farmacia by the stazione.  I feel things are really going my way as the farmacia opens right when I walk up.  I get my meds taking one antibiotic and spritzing my grave throat before walking out.  I pray these will make a difference by the end of the day.

I return to our room where Avery is up and enjoying caffe and a bit of breakfast.  Normally breakfast is served on the rooftop terrazzo but Stefano advises us to stay in our rooms because a family with kids who are a bit unruly has taken over.  You can tell he is not happy with the situation.  This however works to our benefit.  He lets us pack some focaccia for the beach and gives us the towels that you usually have to “rent”.

We spend most of the day relaxing and reading at the spiaggia.

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After a day of salt and sun, we decide to get dressed and catch a train to Riomaggiore.  I really want to share one of my favorite aperitivo spots with Avery.  Riomaggiore is the first of the terras so it is a 10 or so minute ride away.

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If you have followed the blog before, you have been due times to A Pie De Ma with me.

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It is a little bar nestled in the rocks above the sea, located up a series of stairs right after you exit the stazione.  If you do not know it is here, you’d probably miss it.  The service is not my favorite and this time it was even more disappointing than usual.  When I was ordering at the small bar, the regular workers were on my side enjoying a break and the girl behind the bar seemed totally lost.  She was having to ask the others how to make each thing I ordered.  In the drink Avery chose, I noticed it was missing a key ingredient which was listed on the menu.  I asked her about it and she blandly replied, “We-a have used-a eeetta” which translates to we are out of it.

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With this Spritz I realize the bubbles are not good for the grave throat, but the company and the view are good for the soul.

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Joy Ride

Although yesterday was our last full day dedicated to Firenze, we still have another before we pack up and move on.  Today, we are taking a road trip.  Avery’s first choice of activities while in Italia… a Vespa tour…Andiamo!

I scheduled this full day tour with Tuscany Vespa Tours.  I did a little bit of research and these guys received great ratings.  The meeting location was (once again) in the Santa Croce area.  We arrived at about 9:30 for a 10:00 departure, checked in, loaded in a couple of vans and made our way out of town to meet our motorbikes.

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The drive took a while.  Now I am beginning to understand the “7 hour tour”.   We first stopped at a castle/winery to take advantage of the bagnos and grab our helmets.

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Back in the vans we are off to our second stop which looks kinda like a rec center parking lot.  There are plenty of cars in the circle lot, but this is where we get to know our scooters.  I will admit, the first spin around I was a bit nervous, but to their credit, they make you do many.  While we are all doing laps, they observe.  There is one lady they advised to enjoy riding on the back of a scooter as a passenger and not as a driver.  Luckily, Avery and I both made the cut.  I will be touring with “Spiderman” today.

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We are in a small townish outside of Florence, but there is still traffic.  They split us up into two groups and give us a bit of information of how we should follow the leader.  There are six or so of us to a group.  I am number 4 in the line and Avery is 5.

We start off having to merge into traffic, take a couple of roundabouts then head into the hills.

It was such a thrill to putt through the Tuscan hills.  It was difficult to take all the beauty in.  I found myself trying to commit each view to memory, but then the next would rush in.  Varied greens and golds, patchwork sections with vines and orchards creating the pattern play.

During our roam, we made two or three stops to touch base with the leader and take in the views.

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At our stops, Avery would have to remind me, “Mom…take off your helmet.”  “But I am just going to have to put it back…..”  “Mom….take OFF your helmet.”

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At each stop, we learned a little bit more about the land, the grapes and the towns in the distance.  However, our pace prevented me from taking any notes.  All the more reason to take a tour again on a return visit.

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Hopping back on our bikes after a brief stop the air was warm but welcome.

The footage I am sharing here is not the most beautiful we saw.  This was towards the end when I was determined to capture at least a glimpse on film.

You know my family is FULL of suggestions, well I have a suggestion for Tuscany Vespa Tours.  They really should have an employee between the two groups with a GoPro on their helmet.  They could zip in and out capturing video as well as still shots.  Then we could pay a bit extra for a copy of the priceless footage….Hey…maybe I just invented a summer job for me.  This is something Dalton would be great at.  Avery and I know he would LOVE this experience and he would have his GoPro clamped and ready.

I do not advise zipping in and out of your spot in line as a novice though.  I found myself sucking in several times as cars, and my favorite, little transport trucks passed us as we putted.

After about an hour and a half of touring, we stopped for lunch.  A small, roadside trattoria had been chosen.  We parked, raising our seats as to not burn our posteriori upon our return and were welcomed with a lovely, traditional Tuscan summer spread.

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You could tell our tour leaders had a fun rapport with the owner/chef.  Our guys kinda double as waiters and hosts.  Towards the end of our lunch, as the last bites and sips were being claimed and plates were being cleared.  I saw the owner come out, prodding Angus, our guide, along.  The owner was laughing about something and began pointing at Avery.  Angus said, “Each time he picks someone to stay behind and help wash dishes.  He has chosen Avery.”  We all laughed as Avery gave prankster the smile he longed for.

Nourished and hydrated, we hit the hills again.

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Andiamo!!

This Vespa tour was SO much fun and definitely fulfilled Avery’s expectations.  If you  knew your surroundings a bit and could roam around on these for a day, visiting teeny towns and wineries…what an adventure that would be.  Perhaps there is a company that does custom tours.  Gee…I keep coming up with sound reasons to do this ancora!

But before we are able to be independent…we (both Avery and I) need to be master getting our scooter up on their kickstands!  I only accomplished it once.  Angus mentioned he knew he “had arrived” when during his first few days in Italia, he witnessed a women perform this in stilettos.

We made our way back to the “rec center” and returned our bikes.

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Such fun memories with Avery in my rearview!!

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Once our bikes were stored, we boarded the van again and returned to il castello.

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We concluded our time together with a brief tour and tasting of vino della casa.

Later that evening we talked about our time in Firenze over un altro bicchiere di vino at Le Volpi e l’uva.

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As we passed Vespa after Vespa on our via, Avery throws back a knowing glance…until we meet again…

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Cibo e Arte…Italian Staples

During yesterday’s roam, Avery and I roughly zeroed in to the meeting point of today’s cooking class.  We were to meet our instructor in front of Teatro el Sale at 9:00 am.  We left the appartamento a little after 8:00 in order to give us a bit of time to grab a bite and a caffé.

Walking through the heart of the historic area at this time of morning was far less crowded and far less hot.  When we arrived outside the teatro, we noticed a couple about my age milling about as well.  Avery assumed correctly they were part of our group.

Our instructor arrived right on time, she is a Florentine food and wine journalist and shares her knowledge with others in the humble cucina of her casa.  Joining in this culinary adventure are Kerstin and Mikael from Sweden.  After very brief introductions, we begin our walk to Sant’ Ambrogio Market.  On the way to the market, basically the same speech about the authenticity of Sant’ Ambrogio I gave you in a previous post, is shared with us.  It is our instructor’s opinion that San Lorenzo Market is now overrun with tourism and so much is for show and of lesser quality.  During our walk and talk, one can gather that Kerstin and Mikael and myself know a bit about Italian ingredients as well as our way around a cucina.

When we arrive at the market, Avery is waning a bit (we did not deviate from our course to the teatro to get a bite to eat…as we all know at this point…I have issues of wanting to get to a place before a designated time and then get…let’s see, what can I use instead of “nervous”…I am then reluctant to leave), so I quickly return to my little pane guy who I bought those beautiful small “figlio” schiacciata from the other day, grabbing Avery a couple while she snags a peach or two.

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We then gather around, discussing what our menu might be for the day.  Mikael throws in that he would like to explore making a stuffed pasta.  Ravioli stuffed with spinach and ricotta makes the list.  I mention squash blossoms are in season and making fiori fritti would be great.  Mikael and Kerstin are all over that.  I also mention Salvia fritti and sage leaves are added to the mental list. We then decide we are more interested in exploring pasta than a traditional meat dish, especially in this heat, so it is decided we will make due pastas adding Tagliatelle with pomodori freschi e basillico to the menu.  When dessert is brought up, choosing fresh fruit and cutting it up seems to be a seasonal solution.  I hesitate for a second and then say I can cut up fresh fruit at home. In fact, with Elisa’s mom Mara, we made this light dessert in 2015.  I seem to remember a couple tablespoons of a liqueur of some sort being drizzled over the top.  For this class I would like to explore something needing a bit more techniques.  A traditional Crostata con la Marmellata is agreed upon.  Our instructor says she has homemade cherry jam perfect for this at her home.  I am excited to create this dessert I’ve seen in the window after window of the pasticcerias we pass.  This homemade tart was served when I cooked with Costanza and her family in 2015, but they had made it ahead of time.

The stroll through the outside market begins.  It is pointed out that 2/3 of the vendors buy their produce and are simply reselling.  I mention I  had noticed condensation on some of the vegetables which to me indicated they were not farm fresh.  (Mikael is impressed with my discerning eye.)  So we head over to the smaller section of farmer’s stalls.

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In this photo, the farmer is sharing the virtues of his melanzana…I can’t believe we left the market without one, but as I am assuming true Italian cooks do, we stay focused to our list.

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It was fun watching (and listening to) our needs being discussed with the local farmers.  This guy was my favorite.  It was obvious he was very proud of his produce.

Can’t you hear his, “eh, eh, eh…..” promoting his pomodoro?

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How could you have told that face “no”?  But we did.  We left without his pomodori or melanzana.

We went inside the market for our ricotta, uova, parmigiana and then wove our way to our instructor’s casa.

Walking through the streets look who I found…the Female version of the Male painting I loved yesterday.  If I ever had a Men’s and a Women’s restroom…I would use these photos as the signage.  Still haven’t found anything about the artist and never saw more than the two.

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These are the doorknobs of the building we enter.  Like most “houses” in Florence, the entire building once belonged to a noble family.  Now they are segmented off into purchased “homes”.

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When we enter, and first stop is down to the basement to grab a jar of the marmellata di ciliegie.

We then climb a couple sets of stairs and enter our instructor’s casa.  No time for tours, we wash our hands, grab a glass of water to keep near us and get started.

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The windows you see there over look the street the Accademia Gallery is on.  So we are currently neighbors with The David….not too shabby!

Because the sun blasted through those windows…they were not open, but just parted a bit, allowing a little air to move through the cucina.

I mentioned earlier that in looking for a cooking class, I was wanting a hands on one.  Although our instructor did much of the work,  she would ask during a task, “Does anyone want to try?”  Of course we all did.  It was agreed that no matter how many times you have done a task, you can always learn something new from someone new. Interesting discussions were sparked by one of us sharing a different method we had previously explored.

The sequence of the menu’s preparation was this-

Because the market did not have spinach, chard was chosen.  Our instructor even shared she has made this recipe before with dandelion greens.  The green was cleaned, taken off the stem, then blanched.

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Next the crostata was made.

 

And popped into the oven to bake as we work.

Time to make the pasta.  We start with the tagliatelle.

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One egg for every 100 grams of flour.  360 grams of flour was OO and 40 grams was “hard” or “strong” flour.  The metric measuring always throws me off a bit, but i just listen and follow along as best I can knowing I can convert later.

The eggs were mixed with the flour, then we all helped kneading it until smooth and elastic.

Next came the pasta machine.  Mikael, Kerstin and I have all used one before but this was Avery’s first experience…a pasta machine is now on her “want” list.

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Once we had individual pieces the thickness desired, we cranked it through the tagliatelle teeth.

 

 

While the tagliatelle is drying, we cut the small, cherry tomatoes in half as the garlic and a bit of dried pepper simmers in the olive oil.  We are informed that in an Italian cucina, the garlic is never pressed.

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Once the garlic has cooked a bit, it is announced, “What the aglio has to give-a…eeettta has-a given in this moment.”

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In go the pomodori e basilico, simmering as we work.

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The chard has cooled and Mikael has squeezed all of the water out.  “At this moment” (that term is used a lot as well as “listen” when our instructor is about to answer a question we have.  At first Avery wondered if she were being reprimanded, but it is just a segue word much like “allora”.  Taking a cooking class, any class, in a different country is more about culture than simply about the food preparation.)  Anyway, “At this moment” we add a bit of the chard to the pasta dough set aside for the ravioli and add ricotta to the squeezed out chard.  It is explained that this step is a very personal one.  She likes more spinach (or in our case chard) than ricotta, so she mixes the ricotta in slowly until she gets the color she is looking for.  Later, Avery and I discuss we would like more ricotta than chard…so as said, it’s personal.  IMG_1303The Parmigiano Reggiano is added before any salt, tasting as you go.  Too much parmigiano can over power the mixture.  Nutmeg and salt are added to taste.

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When it is time to prepare the pasta, we roll it out the same way we began the tagliatelle. At this moment, Patrizia gets out a pasta cutter…which proves useless, so we go old school with a knife.

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We begin adding filling and then the instruction on how to fold is given.

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The fold looks easy enough, but there’s a twist and a bit of finesse needed.

Avery is the first to master…Brava!

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Before we move to the blossoms, another gizmo is pulled out, attempting to pit the olives purchased.  Again…useless…back to a knife… as I’ve always been told and agree with… a cook’s hands and a good knife are the necessities.

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Olives and brined (rinsed) capers are added to our pomodori sauce.  I have never added olives to a sauce, but will in the future.  They add a nice depth of flavor as well as color.

Time for the blossoms.  The batter is mixed just like Anna and Mara did when we were at Castagneto Carducci in 2015…flour, water, a bit of salt and you want a thick cream consistency.

We prepare the blossoms, twisting off the end of the stem and removing the stamen.  I may have already mentioned that these blossoms are the male, non fruit bearing blossoms.  We are told the female is not used and that the flavor is not the same.  I think they are not used because they produce the fruit and if it is all you can get your hands on, one wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

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Peanut oil is recommended for the frying.

It is declared that the blossoms are ready when they resist to the touch.

We enjoyed the blossoms and the salvia right out of the pan not waiting for them to accompany the main meal.  Just like at home, those who hang in the cucina, reap the benefits.  Sprinkled with a little more sale, the blossoms were amazing.  These moved up Avery’s list of favorite bites real quick.  The salvia was a bit bitter.  This was attributed to it being picked at the end of the season.

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Time to boil the water.  Once the pastas were done, we gathered around the table, joined by our instructor’s daughter, to share our meal.

Everything was wonderful and enjoyed by all.  Our favorites…fiori fritti, tagliatelle and the crostata…molto buono!

During our time with Kerstin and Mikael, I mentioned the cucina store Bartolini.  Our instructor underscored this was a shop anyone who enjoys time in the cucina should visit.  So upon our exit, the four of us made our way over.

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On my last visit to Bartolini, I purchased my cuccchiaio lungo after seeing one in action at Le Menagere.  This visit, I purchased a mezzaluna I had eyed.  The handles are a beautiful olive wood and the blades engraved with “bartolini“.  We said our arrivedercis to Kerstin and Mikael here as they continued to peruse the shop.

Being SO close to the Accademia, I suggest to my worn out little chef  we check out the line.  I tell Avery I will be happy to purchase the more expensive ticket for her to skip the line to go visit David, but when we get there, the “company” Danita and I bought from say there are none of those special tickets available.  So, we buy a couple bottles of water and get in the not too longish line waiting as I try to keep Avery distracted.  Being on our feet in a very hot kitchen, making small talk and staying engaged did take its toll on us.

For a brief time in line, I watch this artist at work.  It is so difficult not to buy a piece from everyone you see.

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And then it is time for Avery to enter.  I tell her I will be sitting right here on the curb whenever she comes out.

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As I wait, I am happy she is spending a bit of time inside.   For anyone I have ever spoken to, seeing Michelangelo’s David proves to be more moving than they expect. A while later, when Avery emerges, the look on her face and the spring in her step tells me the same was true for her.

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I love I have been able to share another “first” with my figlia.  Whether “Art” is your thing or not, as I tell my students, these experiences make you a more well-rounded person and a wonderful table companion.

How do you reward your child for having a great day?

Gelato, certo!

Lunedi a Firenze

Before Avery arrived, I asked her to be considering things she wanted to see and do while in Florence.  The fact that I can walk around aimlessly for days, does not mean others care to.  With only four full days in the city, there were decisions to be made.

Her list consisted of a cooking class, vespa tour, seeing a few specific works of art, wine tasting, a possible day trip to Venice and simply enjoying Firenze.  A cooking class and the Vespa tour topped the list.  The day trip to Venice fell to the bottom.  Before she arrived, I secured a cooking class through Curious Appetite.  Il Mercato Centrale did not have classes that fit our schedule and I felt we could do better than the one I took through FlorenceTown (although I enjoyed it very much).  I was looking for a similar experience to Cooking in Rome with Chef Andrea…a bit more intimate. Our class was scheduled for Tuesday and the Vespa tour for Thursday.  I was surprised when I went to the site for the Vespa tour that the tours fill up quickly, so I am glad we are on their books.

Today, Monday, we simply plan to roam.  The major museums are closed on Mondays, so seeing the David and Botticelli’s Birth of Venus will have to arm wrestle with a day trip to Venezia for Wednesday’s itinerary.

I let Avery sleep as late as she liked then we start our day at Ditta Artiginale and  a seasonal Shakerato.  Ice coffee on a Florentine level.

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We decide not to grab a bite to eat here as we intend to make our way over to Pugi, correcting yesterday’s disappointment.

After a jolt of caffeine, we are raring to go.

The street art scene has not changed much in the past two years.  Blub an Clet are ubiquitous, but I am disappointed not to see much new on the scene.  Then roaming the Santa Croce area I see this.IMG_0610IMG_0632

At first I think the MALE at the bottom translates to “bad”… this piece moves up to my favorite yet.  Love the color, movement, space and graceful use of line.

We pop in to a book store searching for more Great Gatsby.

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I find comfort and intrigue in the ordered chaos of many Italian book stores.  When we asked the owner for Great Gatsby, he walked right to a shelf and started handing Avery book after book saying, “Fitzgerald, Fitzgerald, Fitzgerald…”

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And then finally, a hard back copy of Il Grande Gatsby.  I think this is such a cool thing to collect.  A friend of ours also just added to the collection, giving Avery a copy from the high school library…where it all began.

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Time for a bite to eat and this time, Pugi is aperto!

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I know I’ve probably already given this advice during this trip as well as previous ones, but if you are in Firenze…a stop in Pugi (the original across from Saint Mark’s) is a must. Danita named it one of the best bites of the trip and now Avery is a major fan as well.IMG_0604

For less than 3 euro, you can enjoy as much or as little of any topped flatbread style pizza you would like.  Our go-to’s?  pomodori, cipolla, salsiccia and peperoni.  This time Avery also tried a zucchine topping.  The girl loves her zucchine!

We stopped into Zara, although July is not the best time for a visit.  July is the month of Saldi in Italy and during a major sale, it is like Zara removes all the good stuff and brings in everything that hasn’t sold in the last 10 years or so….although I did snag my “molto elegante, molto chic” pantaloni last week.

I think roaming the streets of Firenze late, late in the night and early, early in the morning would be an adventure.  As much walking around as I have done, I have yet to see any street artist (besides the chalk artists) in the act.  I would love to see the process and speed at which they work.

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Later, Avery gives her overall trip an 8.5 out of 10 rating.  The heat of July is the culprit for losing an entire point.  No matter what the temperature reads, the fact that you are surrounded by radiating concrete, adds to it.

To combat the heat in Firenze, you have due choices…gelato or cocktail…

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You know I have been a major fan of Eduardo’s by the Duomo.  Elisa first brought me to it in 2015, and I had never been disappointed.  But after talking to several Foodies in Firenze, the two Gelaterias that come up are Il Procopio and Perque No!  Only the best of the best for my figlia.  We find Il Procopio in the Santa Croce area and Avery chooses Limone e Basil…refreshing, tart and light.  We decide trying to recreate this for guest would certainly wow!  Avery wants to take it a bit further by making a prosecco float with it.  That’s my girl!

Gelato…check…

Next stop…Aperitivo…

Enjoying the Aperitivo Crawl with Curious Appetite gave me insight to places I had not been before.  Now, I get to share that “research” with others.  And the most impressive Aperitivo to date? The Fusion Negroni at Fusion Bar, Vicolo dell’Oro, 3, Firenze.

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I will admit, the presentation of this classic Florentine cocktail is a big part of the fun, but the libation itself is worthy of all praise…Well, confession…this is the only Negroni I have ever had…so I really can’t compare to others…but now, others WILL be compared to it.

I want Avery’s first Negroni experience to be as memorable as mine and if that means I must endure another…I’m just that kind of a mom.

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Salute to Firenze, to Count Camillo Negroni, to ice spheres, to Mother/Daughter adventures, to Italy, to Aperitivo, and to all that is good and special in our world.

Cin!Cin!

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Fortified by rest, munchies and gin we begin our walk to Piazzale Michelangelo to catch the setting sun.  Once we are Oltrarno, I just start heading left and up, “knowing” this will get us to our desired destination.

A bit in to the trek, I think, “gee…this is a bit steeper than I remember…oh well, no matter, we’re headed in the rightish directions.”

A little bit further, a girl who had been walking ahead of us stops, turns and asks, “Is this the way to the fountain at Santo Spirito?”  uuuhhhmmm….no…not at all.  I give her rough directions and she retraces her steep climb.

IMG_1407A bit later, I see a sign for Forte di Belvedere.  I “know” Fort Belvedere and Piazzale Michelangelo are both high and to the left…so again, I think we’re good.  Avery questions me a bit, I answer leaning into the slope but not slowing my pace.  I tell her (now that I am starting to wonder) that no matter what, we’ll figure it out.  Luckily there was still much light in the sky, because if it had been dusk, I too would have been a bit worried.  There were very few people about.  The two separate people we did see were crashed among the olive trees along the medieval walls of the Fort.

What goes up…must go down.  Turns out Forte di Belvedere is quite a bit higher than Piazzale Michelangelo, so we get a bit more of exercise in for the day.

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We end up being spit out at the arch in the wall along the passage I “usually” take to our destination.  So, a bit more of a hike…up the long stairway…and we arrive…easy as that…

The crowd is huge, everyone vying for a spot along the wall to get a couple of hundred shots.  Each time I visit, I am thankful Mike and Joann told me about this place…another MUST on any visit to Firenze.

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Avery and I, like everyone else, took many shots of the setting sun with its rays dancing through the clouds.  Each moment brought another ooohhh or aaahhh.  To be honest, I don’t know if these are our best shots, I’m just choosing a couple to share.  I know I will never get a better one than the one from 2013.

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On our way down, we decide we’d like a nice, light dinner and a nice, bicchiere di vino freddo.  We stop in the San Niccolo area and enjoy just that.

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We are seated next to a young guy and girl who exert so much energy being negative.  I can’t decide if they are American toying with English accents or actually English.  Either way they are a reminder of one of my favorite aspects of traveling in Italy…Ignorance is Bliss…what I can’t understand, doesn’t bug me…what I can….does.

 

All Roads Lead to Florence

Travel Day! Time to head back to Firenze. 


Always good to say an extra prayer or two before you embark on any journey.   I am waiting for my car, I look over my shoulder and there is a niche…perfetto. The car is 15 or so minutes late, but other than that…wait, he did abrubtly swerve into one of the SOS inlets to get a drink of water, which confused us all..and when we attempted to pull back out on the A1, there were more swerves, honks and words, my eyes were closed and I was once again in prayer…but other than that, all went well and we arrived Napoli Stazione. 

I shared the ride with a retired couple from Brisbane. They were both teachers and now spend their time traveling. They gave me a few tips on venturing further south. We shared emails and I look forward to gleaning a bit from their adventures. 


I remember being at the Napoli station with Mom and the kids. We had read enough about Napoli to be frightened. We moved around the stazione like a tight flock of penguins sheltering each other from the cold. 

I had not previously purchased our train tickets from here to Roma…stroke of luck. So when I arrived, I checked out my options and chose italo treno. THIS is the way to travel by train.

We all have assigned seats, no one is living in the luggage compartment. Although I was a bit hesitant (synonym for nervous…see Danita, I’m trying) to leave my bag so far away from me. 

The journey was to take 3 hours, stopping in Roma first. 

Arriving in Firenze, I walked to my new place. This one I had also not secured earlier, but looking at the map when I did, I was pretty sure I knew right where it was. 


Via Parione…right off  Via Tornabuoni and doors down from da Florence where I previously enjoyed aperitivo. Small, but a perfetto location until my 1st appartamento is reserved again. I rested here a bit doing some preliminary planning for when Avery arrives…I cannot wait!!

I cleaned up for dinner and read about a trattoria near me on yelp.   Since I had turned my phone on for traveling, I called to make a reservation. The gentleman on the line told me it was too difficult now to make a reservation as they were very busy. He advised I come over and wait. So I headed out. When I walked in and said, “Tavalo per una per favore”, he said pointing with a big smile, “Oh…eeetttaaaa eeesssa you!”  A table was ready right away. 


After dinner, I just roamed. The breeze was nice and coolish, la Luna was rising…

I had thought it was going to be difficult leaving the sea for the city, but after a perfetto passeggiata in Firenze…


I realize differently. 

By the way…Fall is all about fur according to Prada…

Walking by Palazzo Vecchio familiar music filled the air. ​

​I remember hearing this same guitarist playing this same song on a previous visit. Still just as pretty.  

Each night in luglio there is an outdoor movie in the corridor of the Uffizi.  Although I don’t stay for the entire movie, I am enamoured.  And yes…that is la Luna overhead. Bella, no?I make my way back home calling it a night well before most. 

La Scogliera, The Cliffs

1:30 in the morning, knock at the door.  I barely stir.  I know Danita has been in and out or the room communicating with the luggage handler.  By the tone of her voice, the suitcase has finally arrived…and with a “RUSH” tag no less.  image

Last night, we scheduled our breakfast to be delivered at 9:00…and right on time, we are served on the terrazzo.

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“I  wish someone would  cut fruit up like this for me every day of my life.” Danita Jarreau

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There really are no words that can add to the photos.  Breakfast was quite an experience!

Nothing today can top this right?…

Luckily with the arrival of the suitcase, Danita will not be wearing sequins and bangles to the beach.  We grab our sunscreen, kindles and hats and head out.

Right when we step out to the via, we hear some musica…

In case you didn’t like that song or you just want to hear a bit more…follow me.  SInce we are both going down, we meet ancora.

As you can tell by the video, we did a quick scoot to get in front of the band.  Although they were stopping for a break, you never know when they could get the urge again and we’ve got a beach with our names on it.

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Danita recently planted a Bougainvillea at home, she wonders if it could ever look like this.

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When we arrive yesterday, this lovely, vine topped path was wall to wall people.

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We stroll down, down, down.  We’ve got our bearings now.  When we first arrived I thought I would never know where I had been or be able to figure out how to get back to the room…I have a totally different take on Positano now.  As I have always advised,one day at a spot is never enough to judge it accurately…I say three is the minimum.

Normally I would have been a bit nervous (Danita points out that I am “nervous” a lot…I need of think of a better word; anxious, expectant, apprehensive…I’ll work on that… oath the word and the emotion) regarding whether we would be in time to get a great spot at la spiaggia…but since we reserved our spots yesterday, all is good.

Benvenuto a la Scogliera…Antonio will show us to our spot.

Non male huh!?  Again, the little reserved sign with “Page” on it…too heavy for the suitcase.

When Antonio started pouring the water, hand behind the back and all…it cracked me up.   But, when at la Scogliera, we decide to enjoy all they have to offer.

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Danita was very excited about her first dip in the Mediterranean.


We both found handfuls of beautifully hued Sea Glass.


Later in the day, the cocktails did not disappoint.


The snack Antonio brought for aperitivo was the best “Beach Bite” I’ve ever had.


I got a Spritz Shot that rivals all others.


The sound of the sea rolling and crashing,  the vistas…

“Best day ever,” -Danita Jarreau

If you have plans to visit Positano, Insuggest starting a la Scogliera fund now. It is worth the extra euro, at least for one day. Just make it a day where you have nothing else planned.

As most good things, all too soon, it was time to go. We had our spot until the evening, but as Danita’s plans have changed, she needed to get back to Villa Yiara to pack. Her car was to pick her up at 19:00 to whisk her to Roma, catching an early morning flight tomorrow.

One last dinner together. Another great rec of Imara’s. 

Like these due bicchiere di vino, Danita and I have different qualities and notes to us, but are perfect table companions.

Our last meal in Italia introduced us to two new specialties.

The zuppa, pasta e fagioli con guanciale will fatto nelle nostre case.

As we said our Arrivederci, and Danita drove away, Il mio cuore era triste, but the memories we will share per sempre.

Arrivano Positano

Today we head further south to Positano, a highlight of the Amalfi Coast.  We are to board our ferry at 10:30, so getting packed and ready is not a rush.  We even return to Puro enjoying a fabulous croissant and cappuccino.

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Arriving at the port, we are ushered up to a little cafe and told to wait until our boat is called.  When we approached our table, I commented on the cute, little Peroni napkin holder.  Without skipping a beat, the waiter said, “I make-a you-a good price-a.”

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Each time he passed, he would tell me how easily I could slip it into my suitcase and take it home.  So tempting if the darn thing didn’t weigh so much.

While we sat…or let me say Danita sat and I kinda hovered, both wondered if we were indeed going to get called for our ferry.  One large group had already gotten up and left for their ferry, but our waiter said again as he passed, “Not-a you-a”.  Hhhhmmmm…I’m not so sure about-a that-a.  “Il conto per favore”.  WOW-a!  3euro bottle of water.  This was our first time we felt scammed.  We head down to the docks.  As we leave the cafe, we are told we are to meet our ferry at gate 3.  1/2 way down the docks, we are told to meet our ferry at gate 6.  A bit further down…gate 2.  At this point, we just follow the crowd waiting to get on the only boat…not really a ferry.

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We are about 6 or so people from boarding and the line stops moving.  A long phone conversation is had between a crew member and whoever is on the other end of the line.  It is obvious our boat is exceeding capacity…but hey, trains, buses, why not boats.   We are finally invited on board, squeezing past all the people who got up from the cafe before us.

With no other choice, I reluctantly leave my suitcase by the entrance of the boat and squeeze my way up top.  There is no way I can endure this ride crushed in the small, enclosed cabin area below.  I’m going to need some fresh air.

Up top, the early birds are sprawled out and comfortable.  I get it…they were here first, but slowly a few people start moving their legs off the ends of their lounge chairs allowing others to perch.  I decide to stay standing allowing a better vantage point for photos.  But after 30 minutes or so, I ask the 4 people on a 5-6 person cushioned bench, if they could possibly just allow me to sit on the very edge of their bench.  They simply stare.  A lady across says, “She’s small…she won’t take up much room.” And the two closest to me scoot…just a tad.  The other two…do not budge…not an inch.  The two who are taking up the most room on the whole boat, refuse to give an inch.

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Grumpy there was slathered in sunscreen, so I practiced this phrase.

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Danita wanted to translate, “Your face is going to freeze like that”, but she figured that bit of wisdom would have come too late.

The entire ride people around us were complaining the boat is over crowded and this isn’t even the correct ferry.  According to our tickets, we were to be on a bigger, faster ferry.  Again…a delayed arrival in Positano.  Buonvenuto Italai!

Once I got my perch, I was not concerned.  I just sat back (kinda) and took in the view.

 

I have been to Positano once, that is if you count a couple of hours during a bus excursion down the Amalfi Coast.  I was clueless how we were to negotiate this vertical city…with luggage.

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If you ever come to Positano, please learn from our experience.  When the Porters come by on their tiny “trucks” and ask if you want your luggage brought to your hotel, the correct answer is “Si.  Grazie Mille.”  If I knew now what I didn’t know then, I wouldn’t have lugged my suitcase up, up, up the first 70 or so stairs to the Chiesa.  Although Danita did not have her suitcase, she did have several overstuffed bags traveling like, in her words, “a little lady in Mexico”.

By the time we made it to the level at the Chiesa, we were hot, confused and speaking for myself…a little disheartened.  I thought perhaps I had made a mistake in adding Positano to the itinerary, Giada gushes aside.

We each have a brief phone conversation with our hotel, which was useless.  While Danita stands with our bags, I do a quick info gathering trek…I came back with no answers, but I show her a picture of a shirt I saw.

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Her response?  “You went shopping without me?!”

With no cars/taxis in sight…we continue to head up, up, up, dragging my suitcase through the throngs of tourist in these narrow, narrow passageways.

I am just about to give up, when we spot a taxi…Danita approaches the driver and she tells us she’s reserved but another will be here in 2 minutes.  Sure enough, minutes later, we are winding our way through Positano.

Months ago as we planned this trip, Danita took over securing our accommodations in Sorrento, Positano and Roma.  So she gets ALL the credit for Villa Yiara.

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Not only is Villa Yiara lovely, but Imara, the owner, is such a wonderful hostess.  She assisted us with numerous issues and gave perfect restaurant recommendations every time.  The Positano experience would not have been the same without her. Listening to her secure car transfers for us was like having our own Italian assistant while in Positano. Grazie Mille Imara!

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Now for some cibo and a little exploration.

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These are the FIRST set of steps (67 of them…I counted) we must go down each time we explore down from our room.  And of course, what goes down…must come up. Throughout our stay, we wonder how older people or those not in shape can visit Positano.

Imara’s first recommendation of Caffe Positano is a perfect one.  We have not eaten since our croissant and I vowed to go hearty.  Risotto con gameretti, pomodori e limon is my choice.  Danita chooses Fiori di Zucca Ripieni and a insalata

And like buoni amici, we share.

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The view breathtaking, the food wonderful and nourishing…we are revived.

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Luggage Update- Still not here…word is…it’s gone to Capri…most likely…

Our plan for Danita’s last day tomorrow is to spend it at la spiaggia.  But without a suit, Danita shops for one…and I am ever so helpful.

“Are you opposed to purple sequins?”…

“Yes.”

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“What about beads and sparkles?”…

“Not really…”

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The hunt continues.

Down near la spiaggia, I see this little girl dragging her bucket benind her…who needs a puppy when you’ve got a bucket…so cute.

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At la spiaggia, we scope out where we would like to spend our day tomorrow.

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Originally we would have probably spent at least two days at the beach, but since our plans have changed a bit…we decide to splurge on just the one.   Big reveal tomorrow.

On our way back up to Villa Yiarra, we stop choosing a bottiglie regionali di vino and plan to enjoy our terrazzo for the evening.

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But as la Luna rose, we toyed with the idea of going out to get a bite to eat.

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“Do you want to go eat?”

“No, let’s just stay in.”

Seconds pass…

OK…let’s go eat…

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Ci vediamo domani!