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TBTAM Does Italy - Part Last

Il giardino di Epicuro

Il Giardino Di Epicuro is a family-owned restaurant in Massa de Maritea that serves food made from ingredients that, for the most part, the owners grow themselves. They also cure their own meats.

Fernando calls the restaurant "the Philosopher". If so, the philosophy seems to be that of Horatius, whose famous quotation adorns the walls. (Translation - "Eat, drink...there is nothing else beyond that.)

The night we eat at the Philosopher is a quiet one, so the owner himself takes our orders, or rather tells us what to order, in a gruff but lovable way that adds to the ambiance of this find of a restaurant.

Best part of the meal? Hands down, the Chickpea noodles. I have to learn to make this...

Other highlights? Gnocci with truffles

the homemade grappa

and standing outside onto the vine covered patio looking at the moon while the kids play in the garden.

Ristorante Vincenzo a Mare
Located in Port Maratea, Ristorante Vincenzo a Mare has a lovely, vine-covered porch overlooking the port. Fernando tells us he chose it, "so we can look at Fabrizio's boat". He and Fabrizio have reason to be proud of that boat. They brought her back to life with a new motor in a two-day long adventure that at one point had them stranded on the sea a windless hot afternoon with no sunscreen.

The menu at Vincenzo a Mare is handwritten, a charming touch that only added to the ambiance of a wonderful meal. The food is fresh and delicious, especially the snapper up there, which though bony, is exceedingly flavorful and well-spiced.

But the best part of the meal? The lesson Fernando gives us in Italian table manners. Here, I'll let him show you, as he explains how to do Scarpetta or "The little shoe".


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Beach Party Maratea

For our last night in Maratea, Fernando has the perfect dinner suggestion, this time a beach party. Fabrizio, Emily and I take the boat into the Porta for pizza as the setting sun shines through gathering evening clouds.

Fernando supplies the beer, and Diego brings his ipod and speakers. By the time we arrive with the pizza, it is growing dark, and the fire is blazing.

Party may not be the best word for what we are doing, for we don't really drink much, and the families talk softly as we listen to the music and watch the Sea. I take a brief dip at the water's edge, and come back to find everyone starting to fall asleep. Time to put out the fire and head back to our hotel.

There is no more perfect a way to end a perfect vacation.

TBTAM does Italy - Part 7

We spent the last part of our vacation in Maratea, a lovely town about 2 1/2 hours south of Naples at the southern end of the Campagna Region of Italy. The area is like the Amalfi Coast without the crowds, the prices or the tourists. Italian families come here year after year to summer, as do Wanja's friends Fernando and Martina, who generously allowed us all to tag along their annual vacation.

Maratea is really three towns. First, there is Porta Maratea, which is at sea level.


Then there is the main town, or Centro Storico, nestled on the mountainside 1,000 ft above the Porta.

It has a square,

a mermaid fountain,

charming little alleys

filled with restaurants,

shops

and galleries,

and a bakery called Iannini that sells the most amazing cookies I have ever eaten.

The old town is Maratea Superiore, which sits atop Mt San Biago above cliffs so steep that the road extends out from the rock walls to allow cars to make the climb. (Photo blatantly stolen from Europe for Visitors)

Overlooking the town is the Statua del Redentore, or Christ statue, seen up there on the left. Our kids did not want to visit the statue, being freaked out by the urban legend that the statue had the face of the dead young man in whose memory it had been built.

We three families split ourselves between 2 apartments at Pianeta Maratea, a Catskills-like resort in the hills, complete with pools and a nightly teen disco

and the rustic but lovely Hotel Illicini, a cluster of well-appointed but simple adobe huts along the Mediterranean Sea.

Here, we could choose to sit in the shade on the upper beach just outside our room

along with the salamanders,

or walk down a short path to the lower beach for a swim.


We could also join Fabrizio on his sailboat,

or take the shuttle bus to the larger public beach, which has two cafes, changing areas and kayaks to rent.

One afternoon, we took the kayaks out along the coast, and the bravest among us swam into a hidden grotto. This, my friends, was everything a vacation should be.

"But what", I hear you asking, "do the Italians eat at the beach?"

I'll tell you what they eat. They eat Friselle.

Friselle with Tomatoes, Olive oil and Capers

Friselle are hard, double-baked bread from Puglia. We soften the Friselle by dipping them into the sea and ...

Wait. Let's ask Wanja to explain it, she does it so much better than I.


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Caring for Our Aging Parents - Lessons from Italy

Our visit to Italy included a brief overnight at Fabrizio's family home in Velletri, a town in the Alban Hills about an hour outside of Rome. Fabrizio, Wanja and the kids come every weekend to this lovely old villa, and not just because they want to escape the heat in Rome.

You see, Fabrizio's Dad has Alzheimer's disease. And though he has a nurse who stays with him during the week, Fabrizio comes to stay with him most weekends, a duty he shares with his sibs who live nearby. They feed, shave and bathe their Dad, and most importantly, watch to be sure he does not wander off, as he has done on more than one occasion.

I am moved, not just by Fabrizio's personal attention to his Dad, but by the family's acceptance of this lovely childlike man in their midst. His dad joined us at the dinner table, and although he did not speak, he smiled a lot. Like a small child, he was taken from the table when he was finished, and sat on the nearby sofa while we finished dinner. Then off to bed early, Fabrizio holding his hand as he led him upstairs to his room. No apologies were made to us, no complaints. My children did not skip a beat. Fabrizio's Dad was simply part of the family, just the way he was.

This sort of loving acceptance is exactly what NY Times writer Denise Grady writes about this week in an article entitled, "Zen and the art of Coping with Alzeimers".

If Dad wants to polish off the duck sauce in a Chinese restaurant like it’s a bowl of soup, why not? If Grandma wants to help out by washing the dishes but makes a mess of it, leave her to it and just rewash them later when she’s not looking. Pull out old family pictures to give the patient something to talk about. Learn the art of fragmented, irrational conversation and follow the patient’s lead instead of trying to control the dialogue.

Basically, just tango on. And hope somebody will do the same for you when your time comes. Unless the big breakthrough happens first.

Along with acceptance, my friends express an unquestioning belief that care of their parents is just another part of life. Wanja tells me stories of friends in similar circumstances doing much the same for their parents as Fabrizio does for his dad.

"We don't have nursing homes here," Wanja tells me. "This is just what we do."

She's right. Italy has few nursing homes, and in almost all families, care of aging parents happens in the home. Acccording to a 1997 survey of nursing home care in 10 countries:

Italy has a national heath care system with universal coverage, modelled on the UK's National Health Service [20]. There is, however, a major difference, in that no provision was made for the long-term care of elderly people. There is no uniform policy and there are literally hundreds of local solutions to meet the needs of elderly people... in Italy the care of elderly people is almost exclusively the concern of families.

The need for good home care in Italy has created a huge market for caregivers in Italy, a need that apparently is being filled in large part by Ukranian caregivers. It's a patchwork of a solution to a growing problem, as the average life expectancy in Italy rises and families with two working parents struggle to keep their parents at home.

And it speaks of a nation that still has the family at its center.

Though our stay in Villetri was brief, it has left an indelible impression upon me. As I watch my own parents aging, I can only pray that if the need ever arises, my sibs and I can care for them with the same grace that my dear Italian friends have shown in caring for their Dad.

TBTAM Does Italy - Part 6

Vinci

We sleep late yet again (When will we recover from our jet lag?) and hit the road hours later than we had planned. Today's road trip will take us first to Vinci, the home of Italy's favorite son - Leonardo da Vinci. Until this day, we never realized that Leonardo's last name means "from Vinci" - Duh!

Natalie wonders: "Does that mean everyone in this town has the same last name? Or is it just the famous ones? And if I ever get famous, will I be called 'Natalie from New York City'?"

These are very good questions that I cannot answer. Fortunately, Wikipedia can.

The illegitimate son of a notary, Messer Piero, and a peasant girl, Caterina, Leonardo had no surname in the modern sense, "da Vinci" simply meaning "of Vinci": his full birth name was "Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci", meaning "Leonardo, son of (Mes)ser Piero from Vinci."

Leonardo's birthplace is a small town surrounded by olive groves and rolling hills not very far from Florence. The centerpiece of the original Renaissance town is the castle, which has been transformed into il Museo de Leonardo da Vinci.

The museum is dedicated not to Leonardo's art, but to his machines - construction machines, optic instruments, fabric looms. They've built quite a number of Leonardo's machines to his exact specifications, including his bicycle and flying machine. This is just a great little museum!

The kids are actually interested, and we learn how a rack and pinion works, how simple machines can be used to lift large stones with little effort, and how ball bearings reduce friction. This is the physics of everyday life, the stuff I love to explain to the kids. And to see daVinci's actual notebooks and drawings is magical.

A short hike to the top of the tower is mandatory and we are rewarded with gorgeous views of the surrounding countryside.

A quick sandwich in town and we hit the road again. Next stop, Lucca.

Lucca

The walled town of Lucca is a moderate sized city-within-a-city located not too far from Pisa. Earthen ramparts surround the entire inner city, and auto traffic is limited within its walls. No longer necessary for protection, the ramparts are essentially a 3 mile long city park, filled with tourists and locals of all ages bicycling, running or just strolling hand in hand.

We decide to rent bikes and join in the fun.


After about an hour of riding, the views of the town from the ramparts begin to tempt Mr TBTAM and I, who want to head down into the town to explore.


But the kids are enjoying the ramparts too much to come down, and we give in to them and take a break from touring. Emily starts a watercolor of this scene...

but before she is finished, a nearby church chimes the hour, and she must put away her paints so we can get the bikes back by 8 pm.

We have planned things wrong - Lucca deserves more than a day, and now we must leave it unseen except for these wonderful walls. We debate staying over, but have train tickets back to Rome tomorrow, so it is not possible. And so we head back to Florence, once again promising to return to Italy and see all the things we have missed on this trip.

Tomorrow - A litle more of Rome

TBTAM Does Italy - Part 5

Our Italian hosts head back to Rome, leaving us on our own for a few days. Although we will miss them, we are excited about tackling this country ourselves. We decide to drive to Siena for the day.

Driving in Italy is not for the faint of heart, or for those who can't drive stick. Thankfully, we are neither. We rent a cute Alfa Romeo, grab a map and go.

Unfortunately, few of the Italian roads have names or rte numbers, so getting anywhere is a challenge. We get lost, and find ourselves on the Autostrade to Pisa. This is actually fortunate, since we will become detoured tomorrow in this very area and will know how to get back to Florence because we were lost here today.

We decide to take rte 22, that green road up there that looks like a straight shot between Florence and Siena. We figure that the 40 kilometer or so drive will take at most 2 hours.

Boy were we ever wrong. The road, which starts out flat and straight, is soon winding its way up into the mountains. The views are breathtaking, but so are the turns. Natalie, the Carsick Kid, does beautifully, but that is because we are driving so slowly, which for some odd reason seems to annoy those in the cars behind us. We only stall on a hill twice, leaving the Italian drivers behind us laughing hysterically. Oh, well...

Panzano in Chianti

We stop in Panzano in Chianti, a small town about halfway to Siena, hoping to visit Mario Cecchini, the famous Butcher. But his shop is closed today, the young boy mopping the floors tells us. So we decide to have lunch at Oltre il Giarndino, a lovely restaurant in a stone house just a few steps away from the small town square.

We sit on a large terrace shaded by Wisteria and other vines, overlooking the valley. The ravioli ricotta e spinaci al burro e salvia (ravioli in sage butter) is the best I have ever had in my life - how do they make it so light?

A quick gelato for the kids, then back to the road. We take a wrong turn out of town, and find ourselves up amidst the vineyards. A roadside shrine provides a good spot to turn around and head back to the highway towards Siena.

As we make the turn, an old lady glares out at us from between her curtains. I can almost hear her muttering, "Touristsi..."

Siena
Siena is a medieval city built on a mountaintop in the heart of Tuscany. The heart of the city is restricted to pedestrians, giving it almost a Disneyworld kind of feel. But this is a real town populated year-round and having a vibrant shopping district, a strong arts culture, and a twice-yearly horse race around the Piazza del Campo.

We stop for a drink on this sweltering hot day. Looks like the birds in the Fonte Gaia ("Fountain of Joy") had the same idea...

Mr TBTAM and Emily climb the Tower of the Pallazzo Publico while Nats and I tour the rooms inside. The frescoes there are amazing, and we are quite taken with Ambrogio Lorenzetti’s enormous fresco "Allegory of Good and Bad Government", which encompasses an entire room.

We lean in close to look at the detail on the strangely prophetic Bad Government frescoe....

There is a jazz school in Siena, and they are recruiting students at the Pallazzo. I check out the brochure, but there is no course in scat singing. Too bad, I might have stayed on for that. But students of jazz are everywhere in this town.


(Double-Click player for a little Siena Street music.)

We stroll and shop, the it's on to the Duomo, which goes on record as my favorite church in Europe.

I love everything about it - the zebra striped columns,

the floors

and the ceilings.

But the Duomo is closing, and the sun is setting. We need to get back on the road to make it to Florence before it is too dark to read the poorly lit road signs on the autostrade. So we head back down to the car, strolling a little more slowly than we should, vowing to return someday soon for a longer visit to this lovely town.



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Frescoe images from Web Gallery of Art