#4 (final) Oaxaca, Mexico, March 21, 2017

Dear Everybody,

SOME SCENES FROM OAXACA:

 

 

Our local music academy where whenever we walked by, students were learning stringed instruments.

 

 

 

Our local tortillaria, where we got fresh, warm tortillas just before many of our meals.

 

The local barbershop, where the barber had two motorcycles.

 

 

 

 

The local lavanderia (laundromat) where we took our clothes——they did the washing and we got them back beautifully folded.

 

 

When we walked through downtown on Saturday, there was a huge political rally going on in front of the Cathedral for the Morena party. This is a new leftist party that has been quite successful.

 

 

 

There were quite a few women dressed in similar style participating—-maybe all from one village? And Voter Registration, too!

Saturday afternoon at 4:00 we went to a mescal place where we had inquired earlier if they had tastings. It was closed. Thinking it would open at 5:00, we went across the street to our Santo Domingo Church, as there were many beautifully long-gowned women and men in suits heading that way. It turned out to be a wedding, with the bride and her father lining up outside of the church. As she walked to the church door, there seemed to be a problem. It turned out that the strap on her shoe had broken (high wedge with strap to hold it on) and repair was needed. The wedding planner came to her rescue (I don’t know what the solution was) and they proceeded to the door of the church. Burt and I ducked in the back pew. The two priests came to greet the wedding party, and they all marched down the long aisle.

The guests kept arriving late to the ceremony—-up to 40 minutes late! A full choir sang an anthem from the balcony. It was wonderful to see the beautiful church all lit up—-I never have seen that before, even during Mass.

Burt and I slipped out and went back to the mescal tasting place at 5:00——still not open.

On the way home we encountered the Zandunka restaurant that seemed to feature mescal. We inquired and learned that yes, we could have a tasting.

We had two flights of three mescals each, and wrote down the names of the ones we liked so we can buy some bottles to bring home. The mescal industry is such a cottage industry with dozens of different methods and additives (like chicken breast!) to make different flavors, that trying to buy a particular one in the USA would be impossible.

Having had tiny tastes of six mescals, we proceeded home for Burt to finish cooking our dinner, which was a two-kg Red Snapper, or Huanchinango. It had been fun to buy it that morning in the market. It appeared to be fresh caught (according to Burt) and he asked the boy to scale and clean it. He marinated in a bunch of stuff, then roasted it in the oven.

We feasted on fish, black beans (flavored with avocado leaf), and rice. Burt also took care to preserve various parts for fish stock to make soup for the next day.

The day came to make our investment in four bottles of mescal to bring home. Having taken notes from our tasting, we found a shop—-actually it was a puzzle to find: the address was 528B Reforma. When we got on the 500 block of Reforma, the house numbers started at 526 on the corner; proceeding down the street, they went to 524, 522, etc, down to 514. Thinking we didn’t have the right address, we continued walking and the next number was 528, and there was the shop! That’s Mexico!

The shopkeeper was cordial and very helpful. We bought mescal from four varieties of Agave cactus; there are many,
many, apparently. Then they had tiny tasting cups which Burt and I both bought. Mescal is supposed to be sipped (they say kissed) very sparingly—-in fact, the waiter at our tasting said one is supposed to take a sip and ‘blow out’ immediately. I had trouble making this work—-so it goes.

Meals that day that were poached eggs with huitlacoche (corn smut) and crema over rice for brunch; and fish soup with aioli for dinner.

 

That evening we attended a concert by the Oaxaca Symphony at the Macedonia Alcala Theatre.  That theatre is spectacular—-to think that it was built in Oaxaca in 1903! How many people could there have been there then?

The orchestra strings played Elgar and Grieg (21 players with four women, including the concertmaster); then the full orchestra played Beethoven and Mozart (34 players). It wasn’t up to the level of the SPCO but enjoyable, especially in that thrilling theatre.

 

Luckily it started at 6:00 PM so it was more on our schedule. We were home by 8:15 and tucked in bed soon after.

 

 

Monday, our last night we had martinis on the patio along with wonderful buttery guacamole and chips. The gin isn’t so good, or so strong, so we filled our glasses with ice and olives.

 

 

We’re home now, and all is well! Thanks for reading all this——we had a wonderful time!

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#3 Oaxaca, Mexico, March 18, 2017

Dear Everybody,

Wednesday afternoon we had a nice rain, which the Oaxaquenos loved, as they are very short of water at the moment. Burt was bringing home our clean clothes from the lavandaria and so got pretty well soaked. Luckily the clothes were in a plastic bag.

It still dripped a bit as we walked to a restaurant for dinner that evening. We went to the Hosteria de Alcala, in a pretty courtyard of an old house. We had the Botana Oaxaquena for Two, which was wonderful. It had: cecina (the pork thin-cut meat), tasajo (the beef thin-cut meat) chiles rellenos, tacos with negro mole, chicharrones, guacamole, queso fresco, string cheese, and a ‘tart’ of bugs. We even had flan for dessert. It was still dripping a tiny bit as we walked home.

Breakfast the next morning was ala Burt—-starting with papaya and yoghurt; then a scrambled egg dish containing eggs, chorizo (Mexican sausage), strips of tortillas, tomatillos, and onion. We had a little Clamato (plain) to drink—-we’ve been using this to make Micheladas in the afternoons, which is clamato and beer, with a little other stuff thrown in—-kind of like an odd Bloody Mary and very refreshing.

One morning we spent some time at the huge Santo Domingo Museum, which is in the old convent of the church. We looked at the things from Tomb 7 in Monte Alban (from about the 8th C) which are gorgeous. A skull covered with turquoise and beautiful gold necklaces showed off the level of art in those ancient cultures.

A highlight was the Jardin Botanico (Botany Garden) out in back of the convent, which was viewable from many corridors. It is totally of cactus—-hundreds of kinds, and beautiful. They planted it first in 1993, but are adding to it all the time. With the mountains in the background, it is stunning.

On one of our trips to our Mercado Sanchez Pascuas, Burt bought Huitlapoche or Corn Smut! This is a fungus that grows on corn ears, and is considered quite a delicacy in Oaxaca. It looks strange——some here call it ‘Raven’s Poop,’ which gives you some idea of it’s ‘beauty.’ That night Burt cooked pork with Green Mole and the Huitlapoche, which he put inside a tortilla, frying it lightly like a quesadilla. It tastes quite mushroomy, and was good, as was the Green Mole and Pork. At the market Burt had also bought the most wonderful huge orange. It was so pretty and orangy smelling that he made candied orange peel for dessert. The next morning we had segments of the orange with yoghurt for breakfast.

For cocktail hour, we have been mostly having our usual gin martinis; however, I mistakenly bought olives with pits and they are very tiny olives. So it goes.

Friday evening we went to the hotel Quinta Real for their buffet and show. They mount a mini-Guelaguetza, which is the summer festival when all the surrounding villages put on their traditional dances. It was considerably different from when I saw it three years ago, and not as good. However, the costumes were brilliant (actually their native clothes) but it did take us out until 10:00, which is late for us! At home we only go to the daytime performances. And of course, eating at 7:00 is late for us, also. Still, it was a nice outing.

As we were walking up to the hotel, in a little park a dozen or so young men and women were dancing in this style——just a ‘pick-up’ game, I think. Yet, it was sort of organized, with some recorded music and the girls
wearing full colorful skirts over their tee- or sweat-shirts. (You need to swish the full skirts to do the dances) This one was almost more fun than the ‘real’ one.

As you know, we rented a house for two weeks and, except for the Mexican plumbing frailties,which we soon became acclimated to, we like it very much. It is on a pedestrian street, although locals can drive their cars through a gate to park them, which makes it nice and quiet and private.

The front door opens into the biggest room which is the dining room, where we ‘live,’ eat and talk.

There is also a small living room with a desk,
which I use to do my pictures and blogs.

The kitchen is fine—-at least Burt’s results are wonderful. I am the dishwasher, which requires heating water as there is no hot water in the kitchen. That’s ok, all the good food is well worth it!

We can hear some dogs bark, which makes Burt happy (a dog lover!) and we can hear the trucks that come around on neighboring streets to deliver gas and water, since they make some loud special noises to let people know they are available. Otherwise it’s very quiet.

There are three bedrooms and three bathrooms. There is a dearth of electrical outlets, as one would expect, and we make use of the third bedroom largely for the accessible electrical outlet to charge my iphone. Burt has brought lots of music on his computer and a speaker system, so we have lots of music of all kinds.

The lady came to clean and change linens on Wednesday. They also got a water delivery (not the drinking kind) which was quite an operation. They filled several big tanks on the property with huge hoses. Laura said that right now Oaxaca hasn’t much water. I’m glad it rained the other day! Laura lives in the next house, and she and I can text on our iphones (we each have translation) so that it’s not too hard to be understood. Yes, I know a little Spanish, but Not Enough!

I’ll get this off to you all—-hope you’re all fine!

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#2 Oaxaca, Mexico, March 15, 2017

Dear Everybody,

Oaxaca is really wonderful——the weather is perfect, the food is outstanding, and there are lots of artisania shops with lots of interesting things to buy. We’re both trying hard not to buy things since neither of us has room for much more! However, Burt bought a hand made bag in the exact colors of his bathroom in which to put extra towels. It was for sale at a restaurant where we had breakfast a couple of times.

Still this is Mexico and not everything works so well. The second day we managed to plug up a toilet and the oven in the stove wouldn’t light so we had to call for help from our landlady, Laura. We also have a refrig that works fine, but it’s hard to open and when you jerk it to get it open, it moves, so eventually one has to pause and push it back in place. Then the drinking water has to be purchased in big bottles. We use a pump-thing to make the water come out. It’s amazing how much we use—-for drinking and cooking.

On the way home in a taxi the other day, Burt forgot his visor cap, so when we went to Walmart’s to buy some needed housewares, we also bought him a Bogart hat to keep the sun off his head. We think it looks pretty sporty. Speaking of taxis, they are so available and quite cheap so this works out much better than renting a car.

Burt has been reading up on the seven moles of Oaxaca and attempting to learn the different chilies. In our little market that is only a few blocks from our house we saw a whole area devoted to mole ingredients.

We were also able to buy three herbs that Burt wants to get to know, as well as some squash blossoms for the chicken soup that he is making. Here you have avocado leaves, Hierba Santa, the squash blossoms, and epazote.

It’s fun to walk around the neighborhood and see what’s available. We found a laundromat a block away and made good use of that. Luckily they do all the work!  Near it is a chocolate shop—-Oaxaca is very big on grinding their own cacao beans and making world class chocolate. We stopped in after delivering our dirty laundry, rewarding ourselves with a morning hot chocolate.

On Monday we had our dinner at the Casa Oaxaca. We had looked in on this restaurant earlier and Burt had photoed the menu with his iPad. We had studied it carefully and chosen our dinner. I explained to the waiter that we wanted to order three plates, but we wanted to share each of them. No problem—-what I really like about Mexico. Wherever and whenever you are eating in a Mexican restaurant, you can have whatever you want, whenever you want it, and however you want it.

We started with Margaritas—-Burt had his with mescal and I had mine with tequila. His was the more interesting, and later we ordered another to share. It was quite intense——Burt says “an iodine taste like Islay Scotch.”

Then a waiter came and made a salsa to our order (picante or not so) tableside.

A tlayuda appeared, gratis,—-a crisp blue corn tostada with queso fresco (fresh cheese)—-very good.

Our first course arrived, which was a fried tostada with agave worms, grasshoppers, chicatanas ants, guacamole, onion, radish and mayonnaise infused with chicatanas ants (so said the menu).

Following, preparations were made for our second course—-a traditional fish soup served with fish, octopus, clams, mussels and shrimp but cooked with a hot stone tableside.

The third course was suckling pig——luckily a small amount as we were getting pretty full!

What a wonderful meal, a beautiful setting upstairs outside, overlooking the Church of Santo Domingo and a friendly, competent waiter. Our walk home, about six blocks, gave us a chance to digest our over-the-top dinner!

Tuesday morning we took a taxi to the HUGE Mercado Central Abastos. We walked around in it for two hours and I don’t think we covered more than a fourth of it. A young girl was butchering a beef hind——and another lady was making beef tasajo. This is when they slice beef VERY fine and when they get almost to the end, they turn it around and slice back again; they keep doing that so they wind up with one loooong piece of very thin beef, kind of like an accordion. They salt it as they go.

Of course they have all the usual produce, chickens and veggies, but we prefer to buy those at our neighborhood market. We did see a big display of all the grasshoppers, ants, and bugs, but didn’t buy any, although we bought some sal gusano and sal chapulines (salt with ground bugs)—-to put on our fruit in the mornings.

Finally we did buy some ready-made tamales to bring home to eat tonight, which Burt re-steamed, just to be sure.

On the way out, we came to the live produce market—-there were chickens, turkeys, bunnies, doves, ducks and more!

Today we had breakfast out, and what a breakfast. We started with capucinni, and then we both had Huateque, which was a dish of two fried tortillas, two eggs, ham, black beans, string cheese, and tomato sauce with some very good chili sauce (picante) to put on it. That required a walk so we walked to a supermarket, but on the way came to a nice store that had the things we wanted to buy, so we popped in there and then took a taxi home.

On our walk to the store we encountered the Rincon del Aquaducto, a 400+-year old aquaduct. At one time it brought the water supply to the city.

More adventures to come!

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#1 Oaxaca, Mexico, March 12, 2017

Dear Everybody,

Since Burt and I met one and a half years ago, we’ve managed to travel together quite a bit. We are now in Oaxaca, Mexico, renting a house for a couple of weeks. The house is on a tiny pedestrian street, accessed through the ‘Arcos,’ a four-hundred year old aqueduct.

On our first day a trip to the market yielded a bottle of mescal, the old workingman’s drink made from cactus, but today made into a specialty of Oaxaca, in fine looking bottles. So we tried it out on our patio, and yes, it had a worm, and yes, Burt ate it!

The first morning we went out for breakfast. Burt had negro mole over tortillas and onions; I had ‘divorced eggs’—-one with red sauce and one with green sauce.

Burt has been cooking up a storm; one day we had wonderful shrimp cocktails; another day he prepared a half of a pig’s head, which yielded four kinds of meat——snout, ear, tongue, and ‘other.’ We ate it with negro mole sauce, rice, and beans with cheese.

We’ve gone for some long walks—- a couple of times to the Juarez market which is down by the Zocalo, the park that is Oaxaca’s living room. Burt got a shoeshine while we stopped and had an ‘agua con gas’ under the portales.

The Juarez market is huge and we enjoy it a lot, but we also have a small market about two blocks from our house along with a
tortilleria for fresh tortillas——um, good. We did buy a half a chicken in the Juarez market, and examined other possibilities for later in the week, including all the chilies and the myriad of herbs needed to make our own moles.

 

 

 

On the way back we visited the most beautiful and ornate Church of Santo Domingo, admiring all the detail, done several hundred years ago.

We’re really having fun shopping, cooking and eating.

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#1 Sardinia/Malta, Oct. 8, 2015

Dear Everybody,

What a hassle flying is getting to be; still I made it to Caglieri, Sardinia, my first Cagliaridestination. This lovely island in the Mediterranean is part of Italy. Its capital, Caglieri (pronounced Cull’-yer-ee—-roll the ‘r’) is a beautiful city.

The waterfront Waterfronthas lots of big cruise ships and many yachts.

The main piazza houses the train station, the City Hall, and the bus station, where you buy your tickets in a booth in the local McDonalds!.Town Hall

I’m staying in a very nice hostel near the main piazza; they serve an Italian breakfast of a croissant and all kinds of coffee. Yes, the coffee comes out of a machine with buttons, so it’s not perfect, but what is?!

I spent most of my first full day getting organized. I had forgotten my electric adapter so I had to chase all around to find one to buy. Then I bought train and bus tickets for some day trips, and also for when I leave, next week.

Spaghetti with ClamsFor linner, seafood rules, here. I had spaghetti and clams and VERY good wine at a restaurant down the street. There are sidewalk restaurants every 30 feet here—-the locals must eat out a lot!

I popped into the San Sepolcro church right next door, visiting a 4th century Baptistry in the crypt.4th C. Baptistry

On the Piazza San Sepolcro, just down some steps from my hostel, it’s fun to watch the locals at rest and Piazza San Sapolcroplay.

 

The next day I took a walking tour mapped out in the Lonely Planet to see the sights. Unfortunately it was the first hot, humid day, and the tour meant climbing up and down—-it kind of wore me out! Still there was lots to see.

 

 

I’ll spare you all about the churches, except the

Cathedral of Santa MariaCathedral of Santa Maria had two wonderful marble pulpits carved by Guglielmo da Pisa in 1312. Several of the buildings had been rebuilt after World War II—-I hadn’t realized that Sardinia was bombed.

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Roman Amphitheater

 

 

 

 

 

Of course the Romans were here, too,

 

 

and built an amphitheater but it had been badly pillaged for building materials so was barely recognizable.

 

 

 

Still they have concerts in this place in the summer!

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From the Castello, way up high, with its thick walls,
one has marvelous views of Caglieri. And the Lion’s Gate does have a couple of lions on it.

The next day I tackled the museums way up high in the Castello. Just walking up is a chore! The Archeological Museum was a gem! Neolithic-3200-2600 BCEThere were some beautiful cross-shaped females faintly reminiscent of the ones in the Greek Islands. Then there were the bronze figures that go back to the Neolithic time—-6000-3500 BCE. There are lots of them, all interesting. DSC03561Most are about three inches high, but some are as large DSC03555as eight inches. These nurighic bronzetti have been invaluable for archeologists to learn about the lives in this era.

Of course the Romans were here—-Roman-Antestook over the island in 227 BCE. They, too, built temples and left their mark.

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Following that museum I went to the Pinacoteca, which had art from the 1400s to the 1800s. Prominently displayed
Cavaro-St. PaulCavaro-St. Peterwere four works by Pietro Cavaro who founded the Stampace School of art and is Sardinia’s most important artist. I did think the St. Peter and St. Paul paintings were special.

Van Gogh-The GardnerBut wait! There was More! In the San Pancrazio building they had a display of ‘recovered’ art. All of this art had been stolen or illegally excavated. The Italian police did an investigation and found over 5000 pieces in Basil, Switzerland, which they confiscated in 2013!. Included were many nurighic bronzetti, as well as a Gaugin and a Van Gogh! There was some wonderful old religious art, too, by some of the Florentines.

MusselsI staggered back down the mountain to a good restaurant where I had great seafood for my linner. My ‘starter’ was mussels—-well now I’m spoiled and won’t want the ones I buy at Whole Foods. These were so good! I suppose they were harvested that morning. I followed this up with pasta (with local sausage) and King Prawns.

Oh, I forgot—-the night before last I had decided to getEvening Stilt Walkers-Piazza San Sepolcro some air and as I headed down the steps to the Piazza San Sepolcro I heard music—-it was a free amateur show with stilt walkers, dancing to recorded music. So I had a small beer as I watched the show. Yes, Caglieri is a lively town!

Today I took an 8:00 bus to a town called Pula. On the way there I saw flamingoes in the backwater from Flamingoes on the way to Pulathe Mediterranean.

From Pula I got a shuttle toRoman Baths go to Nora, which has lots of layers of history. Nora was founded by the Nora-Roman Site-250 BCEPhoenicians in the 6th C. BCE; the Romans took over the island in the 3rd C BCE.  Virtually all of what I saw dated to Roman times. There were Roman baths and mosaic floors and there was a Roman Mosaic Floorsmall theater.

Small Roman Theatre

 

 

 

 

 

Unfortunately the shuttle bus returning to Pula wasn’t coming for two more hours, and then, if I waited, I would miss my Caglieri bus. The Lonely Planet book said it was four km—-easily walkable but when we came, I noticed that it seemed much longer than four km. Then which way to go? I started walking and wondering if I were on the right road. Yes, I finally came to a sign that said, “Pula.” I kept going but it WAS more than four km and it was getting late. So I stuck out my thumb to hitchhike. I know, Europeans don’t hitchhike (nor any more do Americans, I think) and several cars went by. Luckily one stopped—-an older couple from Milan—-who didn’t look like ax murderers! They dropped me at the Piazza, but it was still an hour until my Caglieri bus. So, even though it was too early to eat, (only noon), I did anyway. I had a small draft beer and roast goat cheese. Was that good! On the way home I stopped and bought more fruit—-the cheese and bread with olive oil was pretty heavy!

After I got off the bus I checked into renting a car for a day, since an important World Heritage Site of a Paleolithic Nuraghe settlement—-in fact the most important one on the island—-isn’t reachable by bus with any good timing. I’ll probably do this on Saturday. However, the Sardinian drivers (like the mainland Italians) are skilled but aggressive. The way those cowboy bus drivers were slinging those buses around in the bus yard—-some were even double buses with the accordion connection—-didn’t bother them. They backed them up very fast, right up to a building, two feet away. I hope they don’t sling me off the road!

Anyway, all is fine and I’m enjoying Sardinia. I’ve been mostly alone in my dorm (I think the lady is ‘protecting’ me) so I’ve been kind of isolated. That’s why I stay in the dorms—-to interact with other travelers. I finally had three roommates last night, of which two were from France and one from Germany. Everybody is surprised when they find that I’m American. I think not many come here.

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April/May, 2001

April/May 2001

Once again I am in Partina, near Arezzo in Italy. It is the occasion of Claire and Roberto’s younger son’s Baptism, in the 16th century church in the small village where Roberto grew up.

Roberto, Claire, Marco (age 3 1/2) and Lorenzo (age 1 1/2) arrived to the joy of Roberto’s 9family. Burt, 10(Lorenzo’s USA grandfather) and Donna also made the trip. As is customary, we gathered at the restaurant, Il Casentino on the grounds of the 12th century Poppi Castle, for a lovely dinner. This included Roberto, Claire, Marco and Lorenzo; Claire’s father, Burt, and wife, Donna; Roberto’s sister, Roberta and husband Paolo and children Matteo and Martina; Roberto’s father, Vivaldo; and me.8

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All preparations were made for Lorenzo’s Baptism, which had actually been scheduled for the previous summer, when he was six months old, but Claire had been suddenly laid off in the proverbial ‘down-sizing’ so the trip to Italy had to wait until she was gainfully employed once again.

There was a new priest in Partina, as their much-loved former priest had died suddenly, leaving the congregation in mourning. Another priest had been assigned, but due to the shortage of priests, this poor man had to serve three congregations, miles apart! Because of his many commitments he suggested having the Baptism on a Saturday, but that wouldn’t have been ideal, as Lorenzo’s grandpa Burt and Donna were due to arrive on Saturday afternoon and would have missed the ceremony. The word about this got around town, and the ladies who were cleaning the church (with Roberta present) were suggesting that the new priest was not meeting their needs. As one of the women was especially critical (right there in church!) she turned to the statue of the Virgin Mary, put her hands together in a prayerful pose and said, “Perdona, Madonna!” The Baptism was rescheduled to happen during Mass on Sunday so all could be present.

lorenzo-baptism-2001In the meantime, the little boys were the toast of the town, hanging out in the local coffee bar, with Roberto, Claire and Ducio, Roberto’s friend.

 

 

67They enjoyed interacting with their cousins, Matteo and Martina, and older cousin Giampaolo; also with much-older-cousin, Lucia.3

 

 

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Sunday, Baptism Day came. Roberta and Paolo were the

sponsors; parents and godparents with Lorenzo were asked to come forward during the Mass, and, while it was a bit awkward for an 18-month old ‘baby’ to recline as the 13Baptismal water was being poured on him, all went smoothly! Lorenzo seemed to enjoy the whole ceremony.

 

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The family gathered for a lovely dinner, again at Il Casentino Restaurant, and this time also included were Roberto’s sister, 4Luigina and her husband 19
Giovanni; their children, Lucia and Giampaolo, and Roberta’s parents-in-law, Renata and Bruno.

More happy times were spent by Roberto, visiting childhood 16chums that he grew up with, and showing his boys Partina, his hometown.

 

The following Sunday we all celebrated Giampaolo’s First Communion at his 14church. His paternal grandparents,

 

Bruna and Natale live right across the street from the church, and were happy to pose for pictures with two very active little boys and their 20mother, Claire. We all were treated to a wonderful many-course dinner afterwards, eating outside in the lovely Tuscan sunshine.

Alas, immediately after dinner, I had to be driven by Roberto to Arezzo to catch a train to Rome, as my ‘High School Friends’ were arriving a day later and I needed to be on hand in Rome to greet them. What a lovely family set of events, with all present to celebrate Lorenzo’s Baptism and Giampaolo’s First Communion!

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#4 (Final) Italy, Sept. 13, 2016

Dear Everybody,

Wednesday, we did some shopping at a couple of special stores for things (like olive oil and wine) to take home. Dinner that evening was a wonderful swordfish steak that Burt grilled. The fresh seafood that one can get here is amazing!

dsc07812dsc07831Thursday we went back to Arezzo to again see the dsc07855film presentation called “The Ages of Gold.” This was a study in Piero della Francesca’s jewelry items that were in his murals and paintings. The artist had constructed jewelry pieces that were on display, along with the film dsc07854presentation showing the relationships between the paintings and the pieces of jewelry. We had already seen this before we had seen any of the Piero paintings, but it was even more meaningful after we had seen them.

Guido Monaco-do re miWe made a quick walk around to see the statue of Guido Monaco (invented do re mi etc. in the 12th C), EtruscanEtrucan Chimera-copy Chimera (copy), and what’s left of the Roman Amphitheater.

Burt managed to buy another cookbook (Tuscan) to add to his 1200 at home.Roman Amphitheatre

That evening we had abbacchio (baby lamb with its kidney), beans and salad. For dessert we Baby Lamb, Beans, Saladhad Nocino, the walnut liquor that we bought at LaVerna, made by the monks. We managed to find another bottle in Arezzo to bring home.

Friday we made a walk around Partina, looking Partina Castle, Rear Viewat the castle and the old part of town;

 

 

 

then walking along the main street and over to the new memorial to the eight local partisans that Partina Main Streetwere shot by the Nazis toward the end of New Aprile 13th MemorialWorld War II.

 

 

 

 

People here are not expecting tourists, so we got many curious looks while we sauntered with our cameras.

Saturday was a ‘clean-up and organize’ day. We did look in on the 
antique sidewalk sale in Soci, and I will confess to buying six pretty
 martini glasses. Luckily we found some bubble wrap by the dumpster (I think somebody got a new mattress!) so we could wrap up our wine bottles and olive oil bottles, along with my new glasses to take home. We also brought over a few groceries to Roberta’s that were left over and said ‘arrivederci’ to the family.

Saturday night we again went to Soci to get a pizza, and found that our usual parking lot Soci 'Racetrack' for Kidshad been made into a ‘racetrack’ for kids on their motorscooters. They were just finishing up their week long ‘fest.’

Sunday morning we finished our ‘house closing’ duties, had a cappuccino and corneto in the local coffee bar and took off for Rome.
We had a dickens of a time getting to the Airport Hilton where we were going to stay overnight; we could see it, but couldn’t find the driveway! After driving around and around we finally managed. Turning in the car went more smoothly.

Then there was a big rigamarole for getting on the plane: A shuttle bus to Terminal Five; a line for checking in; a line for passport control; a line for checking bags; a line for security; a shuttle bus to go to the gate; another line for passport control (again); and another shuttle bus to get on the plane! The long (10-hour) direct flight home was fine, and Claire picked us up at the airport.

Burt and CarolThe whole trip was great! We had almost perfect weather; the food was wonderful, especially the many meals that Burt cooked; the wine was fine and we’re looking forward to going again next year!

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