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How to wake up in Italy by Karen Herbst, The International Kitchen It was one of my first visits to Italy. I had flown into Rome, and was met at the airport by Guiseppe, my agent in Tuscany, whom I was meeting for the first time. We got into his car and proceeded on to Florence. I spent 10 minutes surreptitiously digging out the obviously unused seat belt (so much for "When in Rome…” as Italians seem to get highly insulted when you belt up). Of course, being an Italian male he was driving at breakneck speed the entire journey and I was sitting "white knuckle" the whole time. There was not much conversation as I prayed I would live to live to see the next day. We
finally entered the city, and at one point Guiseppe was heading the
wrong way down a one-way street, at about 60 miles an hour. I could not
keep silent any longer and finally said, my voice shaking, "Excuse me,
but aren't you going the wrong way down a one way street?" He shrugged
and answered, "One way street? Merely a suggestion, merely a
suggestion!" Or maybe you are in a small villa hotel, where meals are served on the terrace alongside the pool, with a direct view of the remaining towers of San Gimignano. Or perhaps you are at a charming agristurismo, a working farm open for tourism, nestled among hectares of vineyards and olive groves, where on a clear day you can see the town of Pienza in the distance, where The English Patient was filmed. Or you are at a five-star deluxe hotel in Abano, in the hills of the Veneto, a short trip to Venice, where you spend an evening on a private boat on the Grand Canal to view the spectacular fireworks display, the finale of Radentore, one of the most important local festivals. Or
you are in Ravello, a haven for artists and writers, home to Gore Vidal,
in a delightful hotel fashioned as a ship, directly on the sea south of
Naples.
You sit down for your lunch, which is, of course, accompanied by a fine
wine, perhaps a Chianti Classico, or a Brunello or a Soave, complete
with animated conversation and always laughter! The rest of the
afternoons are spent visiting perhaps a food artisan, such as a
mozzarella or pecorino cheese maker, or a medieval city of historic
significance, or an olive mill, or doing a wine tasting and degustation,
and of course, some time to relax. m to try and work their way out from under debt. All those frequent flyer miles you’ve accumulated on United won’t disappea.r |
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