Full Bellies

And the food. I ate buckets of fresh pasta, pizza, tomato sauce, gelato, rabbit (my favourite), tiramisu, excellent breads and balsamic vinegar and olive oil, and a variety of soft, medium and hardOkumaya devam et
And the food. I ate buckets of fresh pasta, pizza, tomato sauce, gelato, rabbit (my favourite), tiramisu, excellent breads and balsamic vinegar and olive oil, and a variety of soft, medium and hard cheeses. We found lots of markets to get our fruits and vegetables nearby. And the coffee - or really espresso. Lennart made coffee for all of us each morning with a traditional stovetop pot where you fill the bottom with water, fill the middle halfway with coffee (Illy coffee), and let it percolate to the top. While out, we got shots of espresso or my Americano with a little milk, Sheryl had her usual cappuchino . And the wine. I don’t have any idea what we drank, but mostly we drank local wines from southern Italy. It was often so inexpensive and delicious. It wasn’t unusual to get a nice glass of really good house wine for 4-5 euro ($4-5 USD or $5.70-6.50 CDN).
We cooked several really excellent meals at home. Lennart was in charge of creating the sauces. I chopped and assisted. Kerstin did dishes; and Sheryl did whatever anyone else wasn’t doing. We ate really well.
It is true that very few people around the world speak Italian, but everywhere you go, you can get Italian cuisine - These folks have their priorities straight.
All the photos are curtesy of Kerstin - our food photographer.Okumaya devam et
I”m sure all the Italian cities/towns we visited are flooded with tourists all spring, summer and fall. However, this was winter. Early on, Sheryl started a series of photos of me in empty or nearly empty squares - something you would never see in the rest of the year.
Until the final day, we had experienced nary a drop of rain and temps rarely dipped below freezing. We were lucky.
We were able to spend all the time we wanted in each place and see the highlights up close. The museums had space to move and take in the art without fighting for a spot.
If you want to see all the sites without the lines, crowds, annoyed shopkeepers, reservation-requirements for a decent meal, go in winter. As they say, there is no bad weather, just bad clothing. I wore leggings under my pants, tank tops under my shirt and sweater, a really good hat, scarf and gloves, warm socks, and my longer down coat. And the unused umbrella. Mostly, I was just fine. I invested in some tech gloves so I could use my phone without taking them off.
A true pleasure.Okumaya devam et
Today we took the bus to Siena. Bus rides are different than train travel. You get to see more of the towns that way. We wandered around popping in and out of churches and other grand buildings. Frankly, I can’t remember the names of the places we went. Suffice it to say, it was an ancient town that has been exquisitely well maintained. Maybe it was that we had been in Lecce, a charming small walled city, and then Florence, a bigger and bustling old place, Siena felt a little “Disney World”. A bit too pretty.
But it was really beautiful. It was a nice day trip to see another bit of Italy.
Tomorrow we head out to Bologna for four nights.Okumaya devam et
Today, Sheryl and I were by ourselves. We had high hopes of getting an early start at the Novecento Museum of more modern art - but alas, it opened at 11:00am. We had purchased tickets to the Duomo Museum but thought that we would sell them - we were a bit on overload. We couldn’t sell our tickets because our tickets didn’t include the epic climb of the Bell Tower. It was about 463 steps! Not that interested in the view but seems like everyone else was. We decided to go ahead and use the tickets ourselves.
What we didn’t know was that the museum held replicas of all the marble statuary located on the outside of the building. There was just no way to see the kinds of details the museum offered on each piece. It was fun reading the history and recognizing faces from other paintings and statures we had seen throughout our Florence touring. Our ticket also gave us access to the Baptistry of San Giovanni as part of the full Duomo experience. Another gorgeous place. I’m running out of superlative.
The Novecento Museum housed a full room of narration on the rise of the right/fascist party and Mussolini in particular in Italy. It started about 8 to 10 years before Hitler’s earliest rise to power. It was chilling to read the slow progression of the erosion of civil and human rights that culminated in Italy’s joining with Germany to create a fascist/white Europe. You can see the clear parallels to what is happening today certainly in the USA but also the rise of fascist, nationalist, and ultra-right wing governments winning election after election around the world. This was three days before the inauguration of Trump. Made me sad.
However, the art was amazing and a needed break from 14th to 18th century art that we were seeing at the churches, palaces, and architecture.
Last stop was the Medici-Riccardi Palace - yes, another palace. This one was incredible. We had heard about a hall of mirrors, and it did not disappoint.
It was nice to spend the day with my sweetheart.Okumaya devam et
We stayed just a couple blocks from the Pitti Palace. This was the palace that Cosimo I (who, if you remember, crowned himself King) and his wife, Elenora who was one of the Hapsburgs lived. This was a rare instance of a marriage beyond just a political or financial agreement. Usually children were promised to fulfill the needs of the families to build and solidify power. Cosimo was only the head of the Medici family because all the family members in succession had died out. He was like a 3rd cousin or something that got the keys to the family having spent his youth unaware of his future status. As such, his marriage had not been arranged. Lorenzo the Magnificent picked three eligible/suitable picks from among royal/blue-blood families from which Cosimo picked the prettiest one.
Elenora, who was mother to 10 children, asked Cosimo to find her a place where she could keep up her health by walking. Cosimo had one of the small palace rooms they currently lived in painted with lots of greenery. Um. Not what she was looking for. The Pitti Palace was actually built by another family that ran out of money. The Pitti Palace was purchased because his had a huge amount of acreage behind it for a vast garden for Elenora to walk. The family who sold the place was installed in house across the street from the palace they had started. It was a good deal as the house across the street was fully furnished and ready to inhabit - unlike the Pitti Palace. It must have been frustrating to watch their small palace turned into a gigantic multi-room, well, palace.
The palace had been renovated and redecorated over the centuries making it absolutely overwhelming. The first exhibit was of costumes from the few centuries. The rest were her wing and his wing with ballrooms, sitting rooms, and dozens of other rooms for god knows what. The walls and ceilings were jam-packed with famous and magnificent artworks in paint, sculpture, fabric, and stone. After about two hours going from room to room, I kinda got mad. At some point, during the Napoleonic period, the palace was just too, too much for me. These very rich and powerful people spent sooo much money and resources embellishing their homes to impress other rich and powerful people. Made me a little sick. Generally, I just couldn’t experience the incredible beauty as it was like going down the cereal aisle at a big grocery store. I needed a break.
We went to this fabulous place we had scoped out a couple days ago for lunch and had some roasted rabbit and steak (shared with Sheryl). Lucious.
We made our way up the hill towards the Michelangelo viewpoint and a beautiful church at the top of the hill. It was surrounded by a well-used and currently in operation cemetery with crypts and sculptures throughout. On the way home we stopped for gelato where I had some dried cherry and chocolate. The best yet.Okumaya devam et
Day three was filled with more art, churches, and palaces. We started at the Museo Bagello, toured just the inside of the Duomo, over to the market for lunch, on to Santa Croce, and then to one of my favourite places, the Palazzo Vecchio for their map room.
It is hard to put into words how beautiful and ornate each of these places is. Just take a look at the pictures… The map room was particularly interesting. It seems that the sentiment was that those who can map the world, control the world. They had a fairly inaccurate map of the new world with the Gulf of Mexico, Cuba, and Texas. Florida was shrunk and Cuba looked huge. I liked that.Okumaya devam et
Today we got a slow start heading over to the Ufizzi Museum. Generally, thirteenth and fourteenth century art can be, centred on just one thing: Jesus and Mary, mother and child, and the Virgen and baby. Often the babies look like little, chubby men with his mother looking sad or distracted. This was not that. Each painting, fresco, and sculpture was astounding. The brilliant colours all with a story to tell about the history of the place at the time. We had an audio guide that was great except that it meant we had sooo much information stuffed into our heads by the end of the tour. It is two long corridors with rooms filled with artwork on each of two floors. Amazing.
After saturating ourselves with art in the morning, we came home for a lunch break. It is nice to have a spot so close to just about everything. Our apartment doesn’t compare with our last digs - but it does have three bedroom allowing Sheryl and I to sleep separately while Sheryl finished up her cold (and then I got it later). It has all the things.
We headed out to the Academia - where the original David sculpted by Michelangelo is housed. The story goes that the patron had wanted a sculpture of the triumphant David standing on the head of Goliath. However, the marble stone which had been transported a long way had cracked at just the spot where the head would go. Hence, several sculptors turned down the commission. Michelangelo had a better idea. He would capture the look on David’s face as he discovers his behemoth opponent before using his strap as a sling to throw the stone that downed the mighty Goliath. Once down, David chopped his head off. This is why the sculpture has Davids legs spread apart - to avoid the crack. Clever, no?
At days end, we just decided to get some pizza, again.Okumaya devam et
After picking up my wayward bag at the Rome airpot, I took the train to Florence. I arrived in time to enjoy a nice 20 minute Sunday evening walk to our AirBnb. The streets were enchanting with narrow alleys and lots of activity - at least compared to our time in Lecce. It felt good to drag my bag along behind me. Sheryl, Kerstin and Lennart arrive a couple hours after to a stocked fridge for our morning coffee. It was late but they (and I) hadn’t eaten much on the train rides so out we went to find some good pizza. We were successful.
I conked out and slept deeply until about 7:15am. After a leisurely morning, we got ourselves out for a 10:30am tour called Medici and Michelangelo. Our guide told us in lavish detail about the Medici family and how Michelangelo got to be so famous and skilled. She also was terribly glad we hadn’t watched the tv series about the Medicis because it is mostly inaccurate.
Here is what I remember from the stories she told - I’m hoping Lennart will correct me upon reading this… in 15th century Florence the Medici family, while not a blue blood family, they were quite wealthy. Francesco Sassetti was the banker for the Medici family. He purchased a chapel in Santa Trinita church, as the wealthy did, to demonstrate their power and also bury their dead. Lorenzo the Magnificent, is depicted on this chapel wall was a powerbroker and cunning politician. He orchestrated how his Medici family would proffer influence and secure a position befitting the uninherited provenance of the Medici family into the aristocracy. He was the one that found a work around for the religious prohibition that Christians could not loan money to Christians. He figured he could make agreements with the Jews to do that business for the Medicis. He then had the two Medici family children educated at the Vatican - both of whom became future Popes! Clever/magnificent indeed!
Michelangelo was a well-born child whose father recognized his talents and paid for him to get an extraordinary education in painting, sculpting and other arts. Lorenzo the Magnificent, who was looking for ways to demonstrate through the only means of public communication available at the time to broadcast wealth and power, found young Michelangelo and sent him to study alongside the two Medici family children. There he learned about anatomy, history, Christian teachings, and everything taught at the time. With this knowledge he could “decorate” the churches and palaces and homes through sculpture and painting. And that was how he started his artistry.
As part of our tour, we got to see Michelangelo’s first sculpture: Christ on the cross. What was fascinating about this statue was its perspective. Viewed from about 5 meters below, and about 4 meters away, facing directly the face of Jesus, it looked just right. Viewed from closer up or from one side or the other, you could see Jesus had no neck, one foot was much, much bigger than the other and his body looked contorted. Ah, all based on the perspective of the viewer! It was a generally new technique first introduced by Donatello a century beforehand. These are the reasons you take tours! Illuminating things that you thing you just don’t notice or know!
Another tidbit was that Michelangelo had peaked in his late twenties and thirties - he was still a teenager when he sculpted the Pieta. He became a bitter and cantankerous fellow in later years knowing he was not producing the same qualitiy of works. His face bore the evidence of his mood by his depiction in one painting with a rather bulbous nose - from being broken more than once.
Especially for my transportation friends, our guide also pointed out the overhead enclosed walkway that the Medici family member, Cosimo I and his wife, used to get from their Uffizi Palace to their newly purchased palace, Pitti Palace. She would walk among the treed hillside of this new palace lands (and probably escape from her 10 children during the day). Besides wanting to not mix with the masses, Cosimo I was not well loved. He basically declared himself King and took power away from the traditional blue blood families. He feared for his life if ever out of the palace walls. The walkway traversed through an actual church where the priest would climb the stairs up to the walkway chapel to give the sacrament to Cosimo I and his wife each day. The walkway crossed the water on top of the Ponte Vecchio (old bridge, literally). Formerly it housed fish and meat shops. This combined with the raw sewage dumped in the river made the bridge very stinky. Cosimo I decreed that these shops on the bridge would sell only gold to keep the smells down. Today the bridge, in keeping with this tradition, houses only jewelry shops.
It was a mighty cold day, but we didn’t let it slow us down (much). It was also Monday, so most museums were closed. So we decided to wander around, mostly getting lost over and over again, outside. Incredible city. We have 7 days here to explore.Okumaya devam et
My journey was fraught. Boston arrival was good, easy. From there on out it was a veritable nightmare. My first British Airways flight from Boston to London was cancelled after 4 ½ hours sitting on a plane with no WiFi or way to charge up.
Our baggage was removed from the plane and stored somewhere. They kept telling us it will be 5 to 10 minutes more. Don’t worry. And sandwiches are coming while you wait. They started manually moving bags from storage to baggage claim on hand carts after 2 hours waiting. Forty five minutes later, my bag was still AWOL (as were those promised sandwiches). I had to get to my next flight. “Don’t worry. Your bag will follow”, they said.
Dashed to my next flight - a long 20 minute haul - to discover that that flight was delayed so much so that I would miss my next connection.
Ok. Wrangled my next itinerary from Boston to Philadelphia and then to London (overnight flight) and then Rome. Boston to Philly was uneventful. Philly to London was delayed by an hour so other passengers could make their connections. How nice for them. This guaranteed I missed my connection from London to Rome. And I was already missing my train from Rome to Lecce, my final destination. Sigh.
Finally got off the continent on a dreaded overnight flight. In the morning, British Airways put me on the 3:40pm flight to Rome instead of the 12:55pm flight. Why? I do not know. The worst - the plane at 12:55pm had 6 empty seats, and they still wouldn’t allow me to board.
I missed my next train scheduled at 6pm from Rome to Lecce and had to purchase a flight instead from Rome to Bríndisi and a taxi from Bríndisi to Lecce.
By this time, I had had a donut I purchased in Boston, a bagel for dinner, and a nasty small breakfast sandwich on the flight from Philadelphia. It was now Tuesday afternoon. I’m not at my best (note sarcasm here).
All the while I am tracking my bag. If you ever fly and check a bag, get an AirTag! Your bag is never really “lost”, just misplaced. My bag was still in Boston.
A finally got to Rome and filed my lost baggage claim. They got my bag to Rome the next day, and there it found a village of good friends and good community and decided to stay.
Today, I’m on my way to retrieve my wayward bag taking a train from Lecce to Rome, Rome to the airport, and then on to Florence.
In all I missed a hotel night in Rome and 2 trains, experienced four separate itineraries with 9 different flights including one full cancellation and at least three delayed flights forcing missed connections, and a extra full day in traveling. I had no confidence that British Airways would ever get me my bag and I’m tired of doing laundry every day. So here I am enjoying a lovely train ride.
I generally can manage the topsy-turvy of travel. It is the lie after lie after lie that British Airways dished out that made it all so frustrating. As you can see from my earlier post , I tried not to let it stop us from having fun.
My lessons: don’t check a bag, if possible, and avoid British Airways. They just don’t seem to give a crap. Lastly, pack toiletries and a couple days of clothing in my carry-on bag. This last one I did which made the missing bag an annoyance instead of a multi-store, multi-hours search for these essential in Lecce.
On to Florence.Okumaya devam et
Jewish quarter, churches, walled-city architecture, art and history museums, and the sights.