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If food is your first love, this one might be for you, and for those of you in the “I don’t really care what you ate for lunch” camp, just skip over it and FORGIVE ME, please..  No surprise, we had a few stand-out meals along the strada.  One was pictured in an earlier post on Positano.  Until I ate a lemon from the Amalfi coast, I didn’t really understand that kind of flavor!  Some unfortunately we ate before we thought to take a photo of (sorry…it happens).  But here are a few of the notable ones for those of you who asked…

Panna cotta at Di Cecco in Asissi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This caramel drizzle was so dark I thought it was chocolate and almost sent it back.  So glad I didn’t!

Pasta with lemon creme and scampi in Anacapri.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Simple, lemony and the texture of that fresh pasta…perfection.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you ever find yourself in Sorrento EAT HERE at Inn Bufalito.  Slow, local, seasonal food at its finest.  Thank you Lonely Planet.  Fresh focaccia, pecorino romano, water buffalo sausage and peperoni, artichoke hearts, garlicky greens and a slice of ricotta salata with arugula.  Really, we could have stopped there but no…

Fusilli con zucca e salsiccia at Inn Bufalito

Pacchero al ragu di Bufalo.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yup, meat of the water buffalo, the one that gave us the really good mozzarella, slowly cooked in tomato sauce with a little slab of ricotta salata.  Sooooooo good!

The strangest food place yet...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OK, just wanted to see if you were still paying attention.  No we didn’t try it! This is in Rome, who ever would have guessed?


After our religious article shopping excursion and a delicious porketta panino on the thinnest rosemary flecked focaccia, we (Lou Andy and I) went to the park and surrounding areas of the Villa Bourgese.  There was a sculpture instillation on the via Magnolia by Mexican artist Rivelino;  beautiful and moving called Nuestros Silencios (Our Silences).  Seeing this contemporary work in this ancient place is unforgettable.  A couple days later and it would have been gone!

A brief comment I found from the artist:  The show is continuously moving through Europe to keep transmitting its powerful social message: the need for freedom of expression; that is, being able to express yourself about that which is difficult, that you can’t or don’t wish to talk about. “Though speaking won’t do, or is never enough if the other one is not willing to listen, understand and respond,” underlines sculptor Rivelino.

Part of the instalation 'Nuestros Silencios'.


Well, as travel days go, this one was the kind of experience I have heard and read about and now I can say that I have experienced it as well.  I won’t bore you with the details but it was a version of Planes, trains and me the cranky sister, Italian style.  When we made it back to Rome we needed a shower, a full body massage and a nice hot cup of tea.  Since there was no masseuse available we settled for the comfort of our wonderful cousins and the other two.  Nothing a good nights sleep didn’t cure.  Lou’s husband Andrew (Roo to his adoring nieces and nephews) arrived after missing a connecting flight so we went home, re-organized our suitcases and let Andrew rest a bit.   The next day (Sat. Oct 16th) we went into Rome and my co-horts indulged me in a little search for Ex Votos in the religious article stores in the neighborhoods around the Vatican.  As it turns out this was the weekend that 6 new saints were to be canonized, a big deal and something that happens infrequently so the faithful were out in droves to stock up on newly minted medals, holy cards, statuettes, placques, rosaries, key rings and my personal favorite…fridge magnet/bottle openers with images of their saintos di giorno!  It was like a Catholic Disneyland!  These are the times when I am thankful to have been raised in a Catholic family, a religion which preaches that we should not worship icons.  One of the newbies happened to be the very first Australian saint Mary MacKillop, needless to say, Lou was all over that one.  The photo shows on of the fallen giving thanks and praise…miracles happen every day they say.  I did find one Ex Voto…cool but molto caro!

Sister Mary Louise giving a nod to Sister Mary MacKillop.


Both my sister Lou and I made it to Italy without a hitch, no flight delays, no air traffic control strike, just buona fortuna!  Mille grazie San Antonio (patron saint of travellers for you who are not up on the lives of the saints)!  We spent a couple days in Rome at the apartment of our cousin Marina and her kids Manu (15) and Giulia (24) getting caught up, shopping a bit and an afternoon walking around Rome with a friend from Minneapolis who got to town the same day.  Giulia and Manu were great tour guides, both love their city and know a lot about its history.  Giulia made us dinner and we sat, ate, talked, drank wine and stayed up too late.   Marina’s friend Alice joined us and offered to take us on a road trip and visit a few villages on the way up to San Giovanni Valdarno on Sunday.  More on that later, 6 people in a little Alfa Romeo (stick shift) zooming through the Tuscan countryside all talking at once…

Check out my sister Lou’s blog Ten Weeks in Italy for a more literate look at our trip too!

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