An Italian Seaside Dinner

I’ve been back in Italy for a few weeks now and, while I love being in Lucca, sometimes I long for open spaces and the sound of the sea. So, when friends recently suggested an evening trip to the coast for dinner I replied with an excited YES! I didn’t even ask where exactly we were going - sometimes it’s fun just to be surprised.

The evening delivered a host of very pleasant surprises. First, a pretty back roads drive to Viareggio, about 30 minutes from Lucca. Then, Viareggio itself. Well known for its raucous Carnevale celebrations, graceful Liberty-style buildings and grand hotels, Viareggio is also a beach town. It has a long promenade along the water lined with private beach clubs, shops, cafes and restaurants. It’s a fun seaside town and in early September it still has its summer vibe.

After a short walk along the promenade, we headed to restaurant La Pia, inside one of the private beach clubs. Another surprise - this is no casual beachside restaurant. La Pia is elegant with all white decor broken up only by some greenery, the colorful beach umbrellas in the distance, and the evolving magic of a tramonto al mare (sunset at the sea).

Sunset in Viareggio viewed from our table at La Pia

Considering its seaside location, it’s no surprise that La Pia has a menu full of wonderful seafood dishes. How to choose between the seafood pastas, the fresh grilled fish, the fritto misto (mix of fried seafood)? In the end we shared a light and crispy fritto misto as a starter. With such a hearty appetizer, we skipped a pasta course and each opted for the grilled branzino (sea bass) as a main dish. It was perfectly cooked and beautifully presented on a pool of pureed vegetables. Some grilled eggplant and zucchini made a perfect side dish. The fish paired nicely with a glass of Prosecco.

I was determined to skip desert, really I was. But my companions opted to indulge, one in an gelato covered chocolate truffle and the other in Crepes Suzette. Dessert came with a dose of drama as the copper brazier was wheeled table-side to flame the sauce for the crepes. Delicate, not too sweet, and topped with tiny shreds of orange and lemon peel and a little scoop of gelato it was a good ending to the meal (I admit, I did end up sharing the crepes, so much for good intentions).

The food was great and the company wonderful. The sound of the ocean was soothing. But the sunset - it was pure magic to watch the sky turn red and the sun slowly sink into the sea.

Hello Lucca

After several months away, it is a joy to be back in Lucca. I feel a bit like the little bunny in the children’s book Goodnight Moon - only instead of saying goodnight to every little thing, I wander around Lucca saying hello as I greet my favorite sights, sounds, and people.

Piazza San Frediano

Hello pretty square where I can sip a morning cappuccino or an evening cocktail. Hello Torre Guinigi with your tall trees on top. Hello church bells. Hello Saturday flower market in Piazza San Michele.

Hello to the music school with the sounds of practicing students spilling from the windows. Hello stunning architecture. Hello blue Tuscan skies. Hello to Le Mura, the tree-lined wall surrounding the historic center. Hello flower filled balconies. Hello to “La Pupporona”, the graceful nymph who sits atop my very favorite Lucchese fountain.

Hello to the musical Italian language. Hello Maestro Puccini. Hello aperol spritzes on warm summer evenings. Hello gelato! How I’ve missed you all.

Piazza Cittadella - always a favorite spot. That’s Puccini keeping watch over the piazza.

It’s wonderful to say hello to friends I’ve missed while I was away. We have so much catching up to do. And to all my favorite shopkeepers, teachers, and restaurant staff - hello and please excuse my rusty Italian

Some things have surprised me as I’ve slipped back into life in Lucca. I had almost forgotten how lively it is here in a “normal” summer. And while we are not really back to normal yet (masks are still required indoors, the green pass is the new essential, and COVID still poses a threat) there is a definite upbeat change in atmosphere. The streets are busy, tourists have returned, and social groups are meeting once again (outdoors mostly).

While most of the visitors right now are from EU countries, the Americans and Canadians are arriving too, despite frequently changing requirements. One example of those changes - when I arrived on August 28th I needed only to show proof of vaccination status and complete the EU PLF (the on-line passenger tracking form). As of September 1 however, visitors from the US and Canada also need a negative covid test 72 hours before arrival. No quarantine required if fully vaccinated and COVID negative but be prepared to show proof of vaccination and a photo ID to enter most venues.

The return of art exhibits is definitely something to savor. This one is a personal favorite of mine.

Another pleasant find is that while summer 2020 saw the cancellation of almost all events, this summer there are posters up throughout the city advertising concerts, garden shows, art exhibits, and other upcoming events. This past weekend the fall garden show (Murabilia), cancelled last September, took place along the city walls.

Perhaps best of all, the Cartasia (Biennale poster above) art show has returned (after a year’s delay) with installations all through town. I’m looking forward to exploring this always fascinating display of paper art.

One of the many paper art installations around Lucca, part of the Lucca Biennale Cartasia show.

I’m looking forward to visits from several American friends in the next few weeks and to doing some fall travel within Italy. And even though I already miss my family and friends in the US, it is good to be back. Hello Lucca!

Under Italian Skies

Another week of August vacation, another photo post. This week, Italian skies.

It is hard to describe what is so special about the sky in Italy. There is just some combination of color, light, and connection to land, sea, or city that work in harmony. No matter the season or whether the skies are bright blue, filled with soft clouds, or dark and stormy, they are always beautiful. And the sky at sunset, that’s simply magic! I feel so fortunate to be living under Italian skies and I can hardly wait to return to Lucca in late August.

A storm brewing in Volterra

A clear summer day’s sky in Lerici

An early spring sky in Sant’Andrea di Compito

Wispy clouds in Bagnone

Dramatic skies over Pisa

The sky in Lucca makes the perfect back drop for sculpture.

This sky along the River Arno in Florence almost looks like a painting.

Sunset in the Val d’Orcia turns the sky a beautiful shade of pink.

Dusk along the wall in Lucca.

Laundry Day in Italy

When I am in the United States I rarely give much thought to laundry. From hamper to washing machine and on to dryer it’s an easy, uncomplicated task. Not so when I am in Italy. First, I need to be sure that no other appliance is in use when I run the washing machine. The electric circuits simply can’t handle the washing machine running at the same time as the oven, dishwasher, or hair dryer. I learned this the hard way when I once tried to blow dry my hair while doing a load of laundry. Picture me taking out the power in mine plus several adjoining apartments. Lesson learned!

Laundry or art ?

Next, drying times can be much longer in humid Italy (especially compared to my former home in the dry climate of New Mexico). In the winter, hanging things near (or over) the radiators speeds things up. But when the weather is warm and damp, and heat not in use, a pair of jeans can take a long time to dry. It helps to have access to “solar powered” drying (ie, sunshine on a terrace or a window line).

In a country with few clothes dryers, laundry hanging from a window line is a common sight. It always makes me smile.

Next, there are space concerns. My apartment in Lucca is small with no outdoor space. And being on the ground floor means that I don’t have a window high above the street with a clothes line. Setting up a drying rack inside takes up a lot of space and is only big enough for some clothes or towels, and not many at any one time. Hanging sheets to dry is nearly impossible. I now take my bed linens to the lavanderia where they wash, dry, press, and fold them. They return to me wrapped in paper and soft as can be. A touch extravagant but worth it!

Laundry day in the Cinque Terre.

Clothes and linen drying outside is a common sight in Italy (although some historic districts ban this practice). To me, there is something delightful about seeing colorful laundry hung up to dry on a line. It is quintessentially Italian. I often make up theories about the residents of a building based on their laundry - the orange worker’s pants, the individually hung socks, the unabashedly public hanging of “tighty whiteys”, the pretty dresses, the colorful linens, the baby clothes. They all say something about the lives if the people doing the wash. Over the past year I’ve even seen rows of blue surgical masks hung out to dry. Somehow all of these scenes seem like art, or prayer flags, to me.

I’m spending a couple of months visiting my family in the United States right now. I miss those neatly pressed and folded sheets from the lavanderia and the sight of laundry hanging from balconies. I wonder what my neighbors would think if I hung my laundry from my window here in Albuquerque? No doubt the HOA would not be amused.

Color coordinated laundry

Italian Coffee (Part One)

If you ask an American to name the Italian national drink, they will likely answer “wine”, but they’d be wrong. In Italy, the national drink is coffee - un caffe` - generally meaning an espresso. Coffee wasn’t invented here, but it just may have been the Italians who perfected it. Coffee is an important part of daily life, almost a ritual. Most Italians drink at least 1 cup a day (for breakfast). But it is not uncommon to add a mid-morning, after lunch, mid-afternoon, and even an after dinner or late night cup. There certainly are Italians who don’t drink coffee, but they are a definite minority.

I wasn’t much of a coffee drinker before I started visiting Italy. I grew up with an Irish mother and we drank a lot of tea. The occasional cup of coffee she made generally meant instant Sanka. I was not impressed. Later, as a nurse working night shifts, coffee became a necessity. I brought a thermos of it to work every night. I experimented with drip coffee, percolated coffee, and cold brew concentrate mixed with boiling water. To each I added lots of milk and sugar. I drank it, it helped get me though those night shifts, but I still wasn't a big fan. I didn’t love it.

Italian coffees - a cappuccino (left) and a macchiato (right)

And then I came to Italy. My first Italian coffee was served on the shores of Lake Como during breakfast at a small family run inn. “Cosa prende signora”, asked the server, “un caffe` latte”? I was presented with a pot of freshly brewed espresso and a second pot of steamed milk. Whether it was the fabulous coffee, the beautiful service, the musical sound of the Italian language, or the views of the lake doesn’t really matter. I was hooked. Many things kept me excited about coming back to Italy after that trip and coffee was definitely one of them.

A caffe` latte, hot milk and a shot of espresso - in this version you mix it yourself

Now that I live in Italy, I can indulge my love of Italian coffee on a daily basis. Standing at the bar for a quick morning coffee is the Italian way. It’s practically medicinal and it costs less (around 1.20 Euro) if you stand rather than sit at a table. But for me, sitting at a table in a cafe, snug inside in winter or outdoors with a glorious view of a piazza in warmer weather, is one of the joys of life in Italy. I’ll pay a little more for that joy. It’s one of the things I’ve missed most during the past year when bars and cafes were closed for long stretches of time due to COVID restrictions. Anytime there was a pause in the lockdown you could find me at an outside table in a bar or cafe ordering a coffee. What a joy that the cafes have now reopened!

And what exactly does one order ? Well, certainly not a half-caff, skinny latte! In fact, don’t ask for a “latte” at all as that will get you just a cup of milk.

Italian coffee drinks can be divided into 3 categories: straight coffee, coffees with varying amounts of milk, or coffees with an added punch from alcohol.

In Italy, ask for un caffe` and you will get a shot of espresso in a tiny cup. A caffe` ristretto is even smaller, an espresso brewed with half as much water. A caffe` lungo is brewed with extra water and a caffe` doppia is simply a double shot of espresso (that will get you going!). None of these drinks come with milk. A caffe` Americano is a bit different - rather than varying the amount of water used to brew the espresso, an Americano is a normally brewed shot of espresso with hot water added after brewing.

A cappuccino is a perfect breakfast coffee

Espresso drinks often have milk added, either steamed or as a topping of frothy goodness (the froth is la schiuma) or some of each. For the most milk, order a caffe` latte which has one shot of espresso and lots of milk (more milk than espresso). This is Italian coffee for beginners. My grandchildren, then ages 10 and 13, started each day with one when they visited me. “Nana”, the 10 year old would say, “I’m not awake yet. I need my coffee”.

Caffe` shakerato con latte - my favorite summertime coffee drink. In Lucca the best ones are found at Manon Lescaut in Piazza Cittadella.

A cappuccino is espresso with some streamed milk topped with a layer of schiuma - about equal parts of each - served in a medium size cup. Italians typically only drink cappuccino in the mornings, as milk is considered not compatible with digestion after meals later in the day. Ordering a cappuccino in the afternoon is possible but definitely brands you as a straniero (foreigner).

In summer a cold coffee with milk (a caffe` shakerato con latte) is a treat !

Later in the day, if you aren’t up for a straight espresso, try a caffe` macchiato. This drink is a shot of espresso with just a splash of milk. I’ve found a lot of variation in the preparation of macchiato. Some have just the tiniest spot of milk, others have milk equivalent to about half the volume of the espresso, still others serve the milk on the side. After living here for a couple of years I have acquired a taste for a macchiato - but I had to work at it.

The Ponce Livornese, made with espresso and rum, is a type of caffe` corretto unique to the town of Livorno

Then there is the caffe` corretto, or “corrected” coffee. Mostly served as an after dinner or evening drink, this is espresso laced with a small amount of grappa, sambuca, or rum. It’s a good nighttime choice, as the caffeine and alcohol balance each other and soften that caffeine buzz.

What happens when it is not possible to go out for an espresso drink at a bar or cafe? Good coffee can be brewed at home, but usually does not result in a true espresso as few homes have the needed equipment. One alternative is a machine that uses coffee in a pod (a Nespresso type machine) but it just isn’t the same. A better alternative for home brewed coffee exists - the Moka Express pot - more about that in Italian Coffee Part 2.