Refections of Italy...Sara
Trip Start May 27, 2011
31Trip End Jun 23, 2011
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Allison loves doors. And they were incredible it Italy. So we began taking pictures of them. I've included them here along with some windows and a balcony. Just double click on a picture to enlarge it.
We would like to thank Mike and Eloise for their guidance and encouragement. Their insights and suggestions contributed immensely to our enjoyment of Italy, particularly Montalcino and the local environs. Like good "Untours-like hosts", upon our return they also provided our refrigerator and pantry with enough food, including Mike's lucious home-grown tomatoes, to get us through the jet-lag recovery period
Besides all the incredible experiences we documented in the daily blogs there are a few observations I would like to mention.
The Italians are noted for their design abilities and that was evident everywhere – buildings, cars, motorcycles, and clothes. The shoes and leather handbags were all stunning, even ones not from the major designers. I saw lots of colored shoes…pink, red, aqua, mustard. Even orange! And, of course the soft leather or fabric ankle wraps on sandals was big. While we saw lots of neutral and print fashions from the major designers, many of the cutesy boutiques decked out their windows for summer in navy and white. One shop added bright fuchsia.
The new hair style for young men seems to be wide Mohawks. Hope that doesn’t catch on here. Curly seems to be in for girls.
Tiramisu here is NOT the same as tiramisu in Italy, just like ice cream here is not the same as gelato! My favorite gelato flavor was chocolate with peanuts. Veal is a lot cheaper in the grocery and in restaurants. We had a great veal dish with orange zest and wine the last night in Rome for 13 euros.
The flowers are lusher and more vibrant in color. And, the sunlight does seem to be different. Everything seems to glow.
The Italians respect the elderly. The elderly don’t become invisible, as they seem to here.
Public transportation is a mainstay, even in tiny hill-towns. Busses and trains run regularly.
Recycling is big. They even recycle organic matter (food wastes.) They charge 30 cents for plastic grocery bags, and it works! Most people carry their own totes to the store with them.
Everything is clean, clean, clean. They even scrub the sidewalks. Men sweep the piazzas. They clean up leaves and debris on the town streets.
They live a very civilized life, as they do in Spain. They take off from 1:30 to 3:30 every day. They spend a lot of time visiting with each other in the coffee shops and piazzas. I think we should all gather for a glass of wine at an agreed-on place at least once a week, don’t you?
While there were a few "gypsies" begging in some of the touristy areas, there was not a lot of evidence of extreme poverty. There were buskers or street musicians, but they were all very talented. They added to the festiveness as they do in New Orleans.
Finally, Roger forbade me to say something soppy like how I rediscovered why I married him. Well, I’ve always said and everyone knows I married him for his legs. And, indeed, he was the “leg man” for this trip. He was the one who figured out all the details of getting places. Even then it was frustrating at times, but it would have been impossible had he not been running interference for us at every turn. In addition, it was just plain fun being so carefree together!