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La festa del ringraziamento

23 Nov

This is before we had the grappa.

I’m a little drunk right now (10:30pm). It might be because of the grappa the Swedes at the next table insisted we needed to try. We decided a few weeks ago that we could not recreate the usual American holiday spent with family and friends (you know who you are: Jonnie, Veronica, Barry, Derek, John, Susan, Debbie, Eddie), so we chucked it all and decided to embrace a different sort of Thanksgiving. We decided to continue our exploration of this marvelous city. Ric has to work tomorrow, and I committed to a couple of hours on Saturday, so leaving Rome was not an option.  We embarked on an urban hike up Monte Mario.It was a lovely fall day in Rome. We can see Monte Mario from our windows in Parioli and for

The green path up Monte Mario. Only 450 feet high!

the 6 months we have lived here have said, “We need to go see what’s up there.” So today was the day. Monte Mario is officially the highest peak in Rome at 450 feet. (Yes, Oregonians, it is a lightweight. Even Minnesota has a higher peak at Eagle Mountain. People here are always asking us how we manage the “hills” of Rome. To an Oregonian this is flatland.) Monte Mario was lovely! Rome is spread out at your feet, and the hoards are left far behind as only locals make the trek, often with their dogs. There is a magnificent vista from a cafe where we indulged in espresso and croissants. (Pictures from the top were less than stellar due to haze, but it was really quite stunning in person.) In 2 1/2 hours we covered Monte Mario and the Foro Italico (site of the 1960 Olympic Games and current soccer stadium). Great exercise. Va bene. In fact, this reminded us so much of our Portland “urban hikes” it was amazing!

We could be in Portland or in Rome, at this point.

So we explored a bit of Rome we had not seen before and worked off our dinner before we ate it.

We thought briefly about cooking a turkey. Very briefly. It’s a lot of work for only two people.  Once we discarded that idea of cooking, it was easy to decide what to do. This evening

Best melanzane al forno anywhere. If you come to visit I will take you here, blindfolded, I don’t want everyone going here.

we ventured to our favorite trattoria, where we were warmly greeted by the staff as we go here often (and have for two years now). With Australians on one side and Swedes on the other, we feasted on mussels, melanzane al forno (eggplant parmesan), and trippa. (Ric ate the trippa. I’m not having any part of that!) The mussels here are sweet and delicious. I could eat them all night. We also indulged in dessert and the Swedes insisted we needed to try the “good” grappa. My it was good! But it was also a good thing we weren’t driving! Every time we go to this restaurant we end up in conversation with wonderful people: Italians, Aussies, Swedes, French. (Not often Americans.) There were toasts to our American holiday, and reminiscing about favorite holidays in our respective countries. How lucky we are to have this experience in international living!Much love to you, our American friends and family. We’ll “do” turkey and all the trimmings with you again one day, but for 2012 this was our celebration. Hope yours was festive and that you were surrounded by love.

Happy Halloween

31 Oct

Today is a red-letter day: my bandages came off! Don’t worry, I won’t scare you with the dopo-intervento (after surgery) photos. My doctor says it looks good despite heavy bruising. It was only 6 days ago I had the procedure — and 6 very long days in bandages taking sponge baths. Now I feel free-as-bird without all that added bulk, and I can go back to walking 7km per day.

I cannot adequately describe the positive experience this has been and how pleased I am at the outcome. My legs are a mess now, but already the pain I was experiencing is non-existent. I credit my doctor for making the whole process easy. I had confidence in him from the minute I met him. As you know from my previous post, the hospital was excellent. While there were “moments” for me traversing this landscape with my limited Italian, I am glad I put myself out there and got the problem addressed. And I am oh-so-glad that many of you had a belly laugh at my expense. A few people have approached me and said “I need to get that done.” Ladies, do it! Wear the doggone compression stockings and get the problem addressed. Maybe you can do a medical vacation and have it done in Rome. 🙂  I can make a referral.

Today is Halloween, which is not really celebrated here. There were a couple of parties last weekend, but this time of year is really about the religious holiday of All Saints’ Day. So tomorrow, we have the day off. We get the Italian and the American holidays off, which means November is truly blessed: 1 Italian and 2 American holidays.  I believe the count is 6 extra holidays for us in 2013. Just to make my American colleagues feel better, if an Italian holiday falls on a Saturday or a Sunday, we do not get the corresponding Friday or Monday off.

We have no Butterfingers or Snickers tonight, and no cute kids in costume, but there is a nice primativo open and some dark chocolate around here somewhere. My friends also know I used to decorate the yard for Halloween, and my office was decked out the past few years as well. In celebration of getting my bandages off, and in honoring the day, here is my decoration for tonight.

Happy Halloween! The mummy bandages from last week have been replaced by my Halloween pumpkin socks. 

Bonus photo: Scene at Campo dei Fiori last weekend.

Just like the Portland Farmers’ Market, but with better espresso. I do miss the Santa Rosa Burritos, though. Can someone ship one here?

 

 

Risotto alla Zucca

17 Sep

The cooler weather means changes in the market and squash has appeared in Campo dei Fiori, plus I finally feel like cooking again.  I don’t know the specific name for the type of squash in the left in the picture below, but it made a lovely pumpkin risotto!

Fresh squash from Campo dei Fiori. That’s butternut on the right, but unknown pumpkin-like orb on the left. Would not make a good jack-o-lantern, but made great risotto.

Risotto all zucca

The finished product.

Pizza night

12 Aug

Every Friday night is pizza night for us. Last Friday night we set off for a new place, about a 25 minute walk from our apartment, only to arrive and find a sign Chiuso for ferie (Closed for the holidays) until late August!  Yes folks, it is Ferragosto an ancient Roman tradition started by Emperor Augustus (it is his month after all), and co-opted by the Catholic Church as the “Feast of the Assumption.”  Ferragosto is a one-day holiday on August 15 that can be expanded up to a full month for small businesses that choose to shut down. What makes our experience worse, Ric had walked by on Thursday to make sure they were open: they were and no sign about ferie. I  had called for reservations and was successful. But there are two restaurants with the same name and I had called the one across town. Upon arrival, we found the sign, hastily posted that very day. Chiuso. We salvaged Friday night with a nice little dinner in a cafe across from our targeted establishment and had a fine experience. But we hadn’t had our weekly pizza!

So Saturday  we ventured far across Rome to Trastevere (literally “across the Tiber”) and wound our way through alleys to find once again Dar Poeta.

Dar Poeta – Absolutely worth the wait! The expediter did a great job. Tables cleared quickly and we were seated in about 20 minutes.

We had eaten lunch here in October 2010. No crowds at lunch as Romans don’t eat pizza for lunch.  Despite the crowd last night, we waited only about 20 minutes.

From their English language webpage: Our pizza isn’t neither roman pizza (low and thin), nor neopolitan pizza (thick on the edge and spongy), our pizza is . . . DAR POETA. We remembered it being good from our 2010 visit, but it really is the best we’ve had in Rome so far.

Ric had a zippy lingua di fuoco (tongue of fire: hot salami and peppers), while I sought out the non-traditional salmone e fiori di zucca (salmon and zucchini flowers). So happy! Sorry, but I ate about a third of it before thinking of all of you in the Pacific NW who would love to see salmon on a pizza.

Starring lox and zucchini flowers, by American standards, not a “normal” pizza, but my was it delicious!

No red sauce, lots of cheese, a sprinkling of parsley dress up lox and zucchini flowers. Hop on down to Papa Murphy’s and see if they can whip one up for you. Oh, and for the uninitiated, in Italy you get a whole pizza to yourself (about the size of a dinner plate) and it arrives uncut. That’s why we have to walk so much. (That and the wine.)

We will continue our search for the best pizza so when you come to Rome to visit, the work will be done for you. We don’t mind helping out. You can thank us later.

BTW, we get Wednesday off as a paid holiday. Rome is already a ghost town as so many people are on vacation, so we’ll see what it’s like on the actual holiday. Buon Ferragosto!

Laurel & Ric on vacation: Part II – Ortisei

28 Jul

It’s been hot everywhere it seems. Ric and I took it hard here in Rome when the heat hit in mid-June, earlier than “usual” we are told. Hottest June in 231 years said one source. Who knew weather records were kept for more than 200 years?  We’ve also been warned that “Rome closes down in August. All of the Italians leave town.” Everyone, it seems, goes to the beach or the mountains to escape the hot city.

Now we get it. Three refreshing days in Ortisei (OR-tee-zay) in the Alto Adige region was an amazing, revitalizing getaway.

VIew down the main pedestrian-only street in Ortisei.

The town is absolutely charming. While heavy on tourist lodgings with more rooms available for tourists than there are residents of the town, Ortisei retains its character and doesn’t come off as phony or overly commercial.  Ortisei feels more like Austria or Germany than Italy.  One of our Italian colleagues said “It’s not Italy!”  The food, the bread, the signs, the architecture all led to a we’re-not-in-Italy-any-more feeling.  Given that the region was Austrian until 1919, this is not so terribly surprising. Residents generally speak three languages: German, Italian and Ladin, a regional dialect. While many also speak at least some English, the first words out of their mouths are likely to be German. But respond in Italian or English and you will likely end up in a polyglot conversation!

From our balcony we had a view up the valley toward S. Cristina and the Sella Group.

We stayed in the very lovely Hotel Garni Walter. It was a short hike up from the central piazza, and oh-so-pretty and serene. La famiglia Demetz has owned and managed the B&B for 43 years and recently renovated the entire place. Each room is outfitted in pine furniture, Tyrolean fabrics, and federbetten (German-style feather comforters) that kept us warm during the cold nights. No A/C required! To give you an idea of how refreshing the summers are, Sylvia told us on arrival that it was “warm for here: 24C (75F) degrees.” Ortisei is the first of a string of three villages in the Val Gardena. Only a few minutes apart by car or bus, you can also easily visit S. Cristina and Selva Gardena.  All three towns have two names: one Italian and one German. Ortisei is St. Ulrich to the German-speaking population. Each street has two names as well. (Luckily they are clearly marked unlike many in Rome.) The architecture is Tyrolean, with onion-domed churches throughout the area.

Gondolas or “cabinovia” ferry people up — or down — from the Alpe di Siusi.

We love trains, as most of you know, and the area is easy to access by train and bus. Local transportation options include great, comfortable busses plus the cabinovia and funivia: cable ways, lifts, funiculars. Serving skiers in the winter and hikers in the summer, these lifts crisscross the hills, mountains, and high meadows.  (Ric was in heaven with all of these transportation options. During our 6 day trip we took 4 trains, several busses, and 4 cable lifts.)

In the Alpe di Siusi, starting our hike at 44 degrees F, bright sunshine, and a terrain so beautiful it could bring tears to your eyes.

The Val Gardena is a hiker’s paradise. One can hike in the mountains on either side of the Val Gardena, or from town-to-town in the valley. You can hike up to the high meadows or ride cable ways up and hike – or bike – down. We had a lovely hike in the Alpe di Siusi. Starting out one morning at 09:00 the temperature up on top was a brisk 44F/7C but sunny and clear. The green meadows, wild flowers and soaring peaks of i Dolomiti are achingly beautiful.  The peace was disturbed only by the distant ringing of cowbells carried on the light breeze. We set off for Saltria, a “town” at the other end of the meadow from the terminus of our cable way. As is often the case in Italy, the trails are not groomed in the way they are in the Pacific Northwest. Sturdy hiking shoes are a necessity. The trails in the Alpe di Siusi are well-signed however, so getting lost is unlikely. Our terrain included a road large enough for a horse-drawn cart, a footpath through a grazing herd, and a forest path much like in Oregon.

Ric on the hike to Saltria, through a meadow with grazing animals. Yes, this was the marked path, through the herd.

Not common in Oregon are cows straddling the road

Wildlife in the Alpe di Siusi.

nor ponies looking for a handout. (Shannon T., this photo is included for you.)

Moments earlier, this little guy had been rolling in the grass, thoroughly enjoying the alpine morning.

The “town” of Saltria consists primarily of two resort-hotel/spas and a large bus stop. You can take a comfortable bus from Saltria to Compatsch, where there are more resorts, lifts, and hikes. We were quite taken by the opportunity to actually stay in the Alpe di Siusi, and plan on doing so next year.

I could go on and on. The food is great, as we have come to expect in Italy. You can have a fine pizza from a forno a legno  (wood burning oven), and certainly there is pasta, but also many regional specialties like canaderli (dumplings), Wiener schnitzel, and speck (a type of bacon) is everywhere. We saw – and ate – more potatoes in a weekend than we’ve had in two months in Rome. One of the more unique pasta dishes was spaghetti con cervo, a sauce made with venison.  And a vegetarian option of grilled vegetables is served with a round of warm camembert cheese. That’s one dish I plan to try at home.

We will likely make this an annual trip. Rates go up significantly in August when Rome empties out, so I think we’ll take our annual cool-down break in July when the area isn’t over-flowing with everyone else escaping the hot cities.

We’ll be back next year for certain.