Full of Bologna

grudnia 2024
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  • You Can Catch More Truffles With Vinegar

    5 grudnia 2024, Włochy ⋅ ☀️ 45 °F

    ....or something like that.

    Welcome to one of my most glorious boondoggles EVER.

    I had been complaining about only adding one new country this year- Jordan, for our wedding anniversary back in March. But then I noticed that San Marino, a tiny country completely surrounded by Italy, was actually quite close to Barcelona. And then I saw that the nearest airport to San Marino is Bologna- and given that we've never been to Bologna, or any part of the Emilia-Romagna region, a boondoggle was born. And even better, when she heard about this boondoggle, Rey-Rey was in as well!

    So this morning we were up at 5am, and caught a 7:30am flight to Bologna. We picked up our rental car and drove 45 minutes to one of Emilia-Romagna's many food-famous towns: Modena. While Bologna is synonymous with ham, and Parma is synonymous with Parmesan cheese, Modena produces the famous Balsamic Vinegar of Modena. And like every other town in Emilia-Romagna, Modena is a food mecca.

    We spent the afternoon walking through Modena's gorgeous Italianate Old Town, with its miles of colonnaded porticos. I had thought Verona was untouristed; Moderna was a ghost town in comparison. It was so empty that when we stopped for lunch at a pizza restaurant, I got locked in the women's toilet, and only Matt heard me banging on the door. (the chef was kind enough to open the lock and get me out)

    We visited Mercato Albinelli, a 100-year-old covered market in the center of Modena. Many local producers offer balsamic wine tasting, and we were going to try some, but...it's VINEGAR, people. I do not want to drink this as if it's a beverage. Italians are weird.

    We visited the 12th century Cathedral of Modena, and its attached Tower Ghirlandia. The Cathedral was lovely, but not especially notable....until I saw that the north entrance, known as the Portal della Pescheria (the Fisherman's Entry) did not have the typical Jeebus sculptures and artwork decorating the entrance. Instead, the Portal is covered in stonework depicting Arthurian legends. That's correct: Instead of Jesus and Mary and Saint Peter, this cathedral has Guinevere and Lancelot and Arthur. Apparently this is the oldest monumental sculpture of Arthur in the world. It's just bizarre to see this on a 12th century church IN ITALY (which, as you may note, is not actually England), and no one could explain why. But it was weird, and I do luvs me sum weird.

    In the late afternoon we left Modena, and drove 30 minutes south to the teeny town of Savigno. Savigno is a one-street town that's famous for truffle production, and its one-Michelin-starred restaurant: Amerigo 1934. We had reservations for dinner, and an overnight stay in its nearby B&B. The B&B is built from an old abandoned stone home, with rooms created from old kitchens, bathrooms, and classrooms. The Joneses were booked in the former bathrooms, now a cozy double room.

    We arrived at the restaurant for our 9pm reservations, and were surprised that the entire restaurant was filled, on a random Thursday in early December. It speaks to how good the food is. We ordered pastas (gnocchi and a pumpkin-stuffed pasta with deer ragu) and the game of the day (wild mallard), The pastas were divine...but also huge, so when the duck arrived, we were already full. That didn't stop us from ordering the chocolate and zabaglione desserts, to be clear. Overall, the food was very good, but it was the people that made it amazing. I've never felt quite so welcomed before, and staying in the B&B felt like I was staying with friends. It was quite remarkable, really.

    Tomorrow we meet up with Rey-Rey!
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  • It's Between a Rock and a City-State

    6 grudnia 2024, San Marino ⋅ ☁️ 46 °F

    We woke up in Savigno to bright sunshine and a cloudless blue sky. We left our snug little stone B&B and walked back down Savigno's single street for breakfast at Amerigo 1934. We were once again charmed by the lovely staff, and the homemade pastries and breads they had prepared for our breakfast ratcheted that charm up to 11.

    We lingered in Savigno until 11am, when we set off for our 12pm airport rendezvous with Rey-Rey. We met up in the short-term parking lot, set the stereo to Christmas carols, and headed off on the ninety-minute drive to San Marino.

    We arrived San Marino 2pm. It's a hilltop country carved right out of the rock, accessed by a dizzying set of switchbacks up the mountain. We checked into our cozy little triple room at the Hotel Rosa, and immediately began exploring the medieval Old Town- the entirety of which is a UNESCO Heritage Site.

    San Marino is a quirky little country (or city-state, to be exact). It's the third-smallest country in Europe, behind Vatican City and Monaco, and fifth-smallest in the world (behind the Micronesian islands of Nuaru and Tuvalu). It is completely surrounded by Italy, yet not in the EU. San Marino managed to maintain its independence by cozying up to Napoleon in the late 18th century, who then ensured that San Marino was not included in the 19th century Unification of Italy (it helps to know a guy).

    San Marino has zero bodies of water (it relies on groundwater), no airport or train station, and with a population of 35,000, is one of three countries on earth with more cars than people (the other two countries are Gibraltar and Guernsey). It is also one of the richest countries per capita on the planet. So very, very rich.

    The first thing we noticed about San Marino is that despite Old Town being over 1000 years old, it is so clean and perfect that it feels like a movie set or a Disney park. It's amazing how tidy you can keep your country when you're so rich you run a surplus every year, and your citizens are too busy counting their money to graffiti or litter. I am just saying.

    We walked up to one of San Marino's three medieval fortress towers. The entire Old Town was hewn directly out of solid rock, including its intact city walls and fortress towers. It's an extraordinary sight, right out of a fairy tale; a castle hanging off a clifftop, with rolling green hills below. My initial reaction was, how did I not know how stunningly beautiful this little country is?

    Dusk falls very early (and COLD) in San Marino, and the starry skies were clearly visible so high up on the mountaintop. We spent the evening wandering the Christmas-lit streets; with the day-trippers gone, it was like having a fairy tale kingdom all to ourselves. I hesitate to use the word "magical" and risk sounding like a dipshit social media influencer...but it kind of was.

    We enjoyed mulled wine at an outdoor café on the fortress walls, and then discovered possibly the most lovely city Christmas display I've ever seen. In front of the Town Hall, San Marino installed a giant Christmas tree overlooking a cliff edge, and a life-sized Cinderella coach and horses made out of lights. Again, it's amazing what a few spare billion euros will purchase!

    After a late dinner at a pizzeria, we bade goodnight to San Marino. Tomorrow we leave for Bologna!
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  • Crossing the Christmas Rubicon

    7 grudnia 2024, Włochy ⋅ ☁️ 45 °F

    San Marino's morning sunshine and clear blue skies made as perfect a day as you could expect in December. We decided to walk the Passo della Streghe, the fortress wall path that links San Marino's three fortress towers. Imagine our surprise to discover that this walk is a Camino- the Cammino del Santo Marino!

    We've walked a lot of Europe, on Caminos or city walls and paths; but without a doubt, San Marino's fortress path is the most stunning walk of all. With its sheer mountain drop, views over the rolling green valley, and the castle towers jutting off the rock cliffs, it feels like the setting for a fairy tale. I've never seen anything like it, and on such a gorgeous day it was breathtakingly beautiful.

    We met up with Rey-Rey on the other side of the Old Town, which houses the annual Christmas market. At the risk of repeating myself...I've never seen a Christmas market like San Marino's. The wooden huts selling mulled wine and Christmas ornaments bordered the cliff edge, with gorgeous views, and an ice rink was fitted into a rock cliff wall. We also discovered the magic of a Bombardino, an Italian winter beverage that is like hot eggnog with brandy and whipped cream. Oh yes please.

    San Marino's Christmas markets offered a game: visitors are given a postcard with spaces for stamps, and for each Christmas market location visited, like the ice rink or Santa's village, you receive a stamp. Once your postcard has all its stamps, you then return to the Christmas market, and redeem the postcard for a small prize. I love this shit, and so we each dutifully got our cards stamped, and expected a typical prize like a candy cane or some stickers (I am apparently a 12-year-old at heart). So imagine our shock to each receive jewelry- specifically, a silver charm in a Tiffany-like bag.

    That, my friends, says all I need to say about this insanely rich country.

    And on that note, we said ciao to San Marino, and headed back to Bologna.

    On the drive back, I noticed our toll receipt listed the region as "Valle de Rubicone." A quick internet search confirmed that this was indeed the Rubicon River crossed by Julius Caesar in 49 BC, essentially declaring war on Rome, and creating the phrase "crossing the Rubicon" (meaning "the point of no return"). Being an unapologetic trivia and history nerd, I was so excited I literally clapped with glee. So the next time someone makes a reference to "crossing the Rubicon," I will be sure to say that I've done it in a rental car, and didn't have a problem.

    We returned the rental car in Bologna, and taxied to our AirBnB.
    After much-needed naps, we set out to have a Bolognese aperitivo before dinner. But I have to say: after San Marino, Bologna felt WAY too full of people.

    We had aperitivo at Botiga Bottle, a wine bar that uses debit cards to access vacuum-sealed wine bottles. You load the debit card, then the tasting machines pour wine samples, and the bar offers free food to accompany the wine tasting. We plundered their wine cellar until it was time for dinner at Bologna's historic Ristorante Diana.

    Ristorante Diana has been a fixture in Bologna since 1920. It's one of those linen-tablecloth, dark-wood-walls places in Europe that has served the same menu for 100 years. It's also a bit off-putting; it was obvious that the staff could not be bothered with us, and the house specialty- a shit ton of boiled meats, served tableside on a trolley- was frankly kind of gross. But I ordered mortadella-stuffed tortellini in truffle sauce, Matt ordered a cut of beef in truffle sauce, and Rey-Rey ordered turkey in truffle cheese sauce, and truffles make everything amazing (though at this point I would kill for a green vegetable).

    We had post-dinner coffees at a tiny bar near our AirBnB, and rolled our full bellies home.
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  • Soggy Bologna

    8 grudnia 2024, Włochy ⋅ 🌧 43 °F

    Our incredible weather luck officially gave out this morning. We awoke in Bologna to pouring rain, gray skies, and a wintry chill. According to our weather apps, the rain was not going to stop anytime soon in the next two days, so we decided to attempt our Bologna walking tour in the pouring rain.

    Luckily, Bologna is a city with 38 kilometers of covered portico archways (all designated as a UNESCO Heritage site). But I'm not gonna lie- it was a soggy day.

    Bologna is ancient. I honestly had no idea that this city has been around in some form since 1000 B.C. (that is not a typo!). Its prestigious university was founded back in the 11th century. That's amazing, and not just a little intimidating for someone with just a day to see it all. So we started in Piazza Maggiore, Bologna's main piazza. It's dominated by the 16th century Fountain of Neptune, considered a Renaissance masterpiece, and one of the symbols of the city.

    This massive square contains several medieval Italianate masterpieces, including the Biblioteca Salaborsa. It's now a modern library...except for the ruins of Bononia from 200 B.C. (ancient Rome's original name for Bologna) lying just beneath the transparent glass floor of the atrium. We took the stairs down to the archaeological site, which is free and frankly amazing.

    Across from the Biblioteca on Piazza Maggiore is the Basilica di San Petronio, Bologna's main church. It features a bizarre half-marble, half-brick mismatched façade. Apparently its construction began in the classic Renaissance style in the 14th century, until the Pope got wind of the city's plan to use the basilica for "civic endeavors" rather than purely religious. So the Pope pulled the funding plug when only a third of the façade was built, and it remains unfinished to this day. And here I thought that Spain was the only country that couldn't finish a church- but Sagrada Familia's 2026 completion date will definitely win the race against the Bologna basilica's "how about...never."

    We toured the Palazzo D’Accursio, the town hall next to the Basilica. To be clear, we only went inside because it was free to enter, and out of the pouring rain. But we were happily surprised by how beautiful the Palazzo is; aside from its stunning 12th century architecture, it's also filled with ceiling frescoes and statuary, including a massive statue of Hercules.

    After seeing the Palazzo, we stopped for snacks and wine. We stumbled into Bologna's oldest wine bar, Osteria del Sole, which has been in the same spot since 1465. There's no food offered- you're expected to bring in food from the nearby market- just glasses of wine and beer served on scarred wooden tables and benches. It was fascinating to watch Bologna families pile in for Sunday picnics. We sipped Lambrusco while trying to dry our soaking wet selves.

    We bought salumi sandwiches and pastries at a nearby alimentari (like an Italian deli), and continued our exploration. Given that it was late Sunday afternoon, and dark and rainy, many sites were closed up early. So we window shopped, enjoyed the Christmas decorations and the Christmas markets, and stopped for more wine and snacks at adorable little salumerias and enotecas. We spent a few hours in La Prosciutteria, sitting on tiny wooden stools and sampling the house-made grappas, poured by a very friendly (and handsome) bartender.

    Our final stop on the walking tour was an unexpected surprise. Apparently, back in 12th and 13th centuries, Bologna had a network of canals similar to Venice's. But in the "modern" era, especially after World War II, most of the canals were covered over by roads and parking lots. But five of these canals still flow underground, and the "Finestrella di Via Piella" (Little Window of Piella Street) offers a view into what Bologna might look like if these canals hadn't been paved over. The city cut a square "window" into a portico wall of a building over the canal, and you can look down into a different world. Mind blown. I had no idea.

    Later that evening, we had dinner at Osteria Le Mura, a small trattoria with a more modern (and less weird) vibe than last night's Ristorante Diana. Matt ordered one of Bologna's most classic dishes- salsiccia e gramigna, a pasta dish with ground sausage. I ordered the tagliatelle, and Rey-Rey ordered another Bologna staple: Tortellini en brodo (tortellini in a clear broth). It was all very good, but have I mentioned that I would kill for a vegetable?

    Tomorrow is our last day in Bologna!
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  • A Last Bunch of Baloney

    9 grudnia 2024, Włochy ⋅ 🌧 43 °F

    Our final day in Bologna was gray and chilly, but at least it wasn't pouring rain. The three of us lingered in our AirBnB until our 11am checkout, then walked through the porticoes in search of lunch near the train station. Queen Rey-Rey's train to Venice was departing at 2:30pm, so we had ample time to enjoy (?) one last Italian meal together.

    We found a tiny trattoria and spent the next two hours sharing spaghetti carbonara, tagliatelle, and lasagna, and a jug of red wine. It is not an understatement to say that I will not require pasta for the next year. Or three. Maybe four.

    After ensuring Rey-Rey was safely on her train, we had the rest of the day to while away in Bologna, before our 11pm RyanAir flight. Today was a regular workday in Italy, so the streets and cafés were much quieter than yesterday.

    We strolled the Christmas markets, then ended up back at Osteria del Sole, where we read books and sipped wine into the early evening. We discovered a new-ish Italian sparkling varietal, called Pignoletto. It's only been around since 2014, and is a frizzante similar to Prosecco, but created using method champenoise and a LOT less sugar. It's like Italian cava! I am pleased.

    We caught a taxi at 7:30pm, with the idea of warming up in the lounge before our late flight, but Bologna had other ideas: First off, their epically shitty lounge closes at 9pm, and then our 11pm flight was delayed until 12:30am. Sigh.

    So our Emilia-Romagna adventure ended a bit inauspiciously, but I shall not let RyanAir diminish what was an amazing trip. A new country! Fun with Rey-Rey! Christmas lights! Roman ruins! Gelato!

    Wait...five days in Italy and I never got gelato! Shit. I may need to return sooner than expected...
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