The Colors of an Italian Summer

When I think of summer in Italy, a number of things spring to mind. In a “normal” summer, I would picture tourists from around the world, music festivals, sagras (community-based celebrations of local foods), large gatherings with friends, and holiday visits from family. Sadly, most of these activities are not possible this summer. But that doesn’t mean summer is a lost season. There are still many things to enjoy, starting with the colors of the Italian summer. Looking around, I see color everywhere - and that color sends my spirits soaring.

How the water sparkles on this beach in the seaside town of Levanto, just north of the Cinque Terre . If you are in Italy this summer you will find it relatively uncrowded.

Summer is the time to enjoy the colors of nature, starting with the blue of the ocean, experienced on a beach or from high above on a rocky coast (near Levanto, below). These natural colors are complemented by brightly colored boats like these in the harbor at Vernazza in the Cinque Terre..

Summer also brings the varied colors of seasonal produce. Food that is this colorful and beautifully displayed is its own form of art. Doesn’t it make you want to get into the kitchen and create something tasty?

And then there are the flowers of summer. They spill from pretty window boxes, climb above archways, fill gardens, and grow wild along back roads and coastlines. Nature’s blossoms delight throughout the season.

In summer, there are sure to be colorful umbrellas in piazzas and harbor-side cafes. Sitting under one you just might enjoy the bright orange of an Aperol spritz, a favorite summertime cocktail.

Do you have a favorite color of the Italian summer photo from this summer or years past? We’d love to see them posted on the Two Parts Italy Facebook page. -post by Joanne

Rapallo's Church on the Hill

The Italian Riviera, home to Sanremo (you might know it if for its annual music festival), the port city of Genova and the incomparable Cinque Terre, is a nature-lover’s paradise. The Ligurian Sea lies to the west, the Alpi and Apennine mountains to the east. In between are cities, towns and villages with history, charm and beauty. One of those is Rapallo.

The sea as seen from the waterfront walk in Rapallo

South of Genova (about 30 minutes by car; 55 by train), Rapallo has the added attraction of a funivia (cable car) that carries passengers to the top of a hill not just with panoramic views of the sea and countryside but also with a beautiful and impressive church, the Santuario Basilica di Montallegro. The tram, opened in 1934, is an eight-minute ride with an elevation gain of about 600 meters (1,968 feet). During a recent day trip to Rapallo from Lucca (about a 90-minute drive), a friend and I took the tram after lunch for 8 euros each. I stared with wonder at the intense blue of the sea as we slowly rose over the city, the tiered gardens of residents fortunate enough to have some land and a house (or small villa) on the hillside, and then the lush green treetops as we reached the end of the line.

The altar of the Santuario Basilica di Montallegro

At the top, a short uphill walk led us to the church, which rose before us almost like an apparition. It is at the top of a wide stone stairway and its handful of spires jut into the cloudless blue sky. It is a remarkable sight, this massive almost-white church in the middle of a forest, towering above a sea.

Tiered gardens

Tram tower

Another tram car

Rising over Rapallo

The Santuario Basilica di Montallegro, along with an accompanying shelter for pilgrims, was built in 1558. (Can you imagine hauling the materials needed to construct it up the hill way back then?) The marble façade that we see today was added in 1896. Inside, the altar sits under a frescoed dome. Massive stained-glass windows portray biblical scenes, and around the church are memorials to loved ones. A side chapel hosts a large presepe that includes an entire village with figurines of workers and others, each with an amazing life-like facial expression.

Memorials

Presepe

Presepe figurines

Stained-glass window

Outside the church are vistas in every direction – the city of Rapallo, where about 29,000 people live; the sea and its coves; the tree-covered hills; hiking paths. There are a couple of restaurants and a hotel atop the hill, and while I purchased round-trip tram tickets, you can ride to the top and hike your way down if you prefer.

A walking path outside the church

The tram isn’t the only attraction in Rapallo – there is a castle, other interesting churches, lidos to explore, boat rides to take (perhaps to Portofino or another coastal town), and museums to visit. Those will be for another day – and another blog post.   -post by Judy

A gazebo in Rapallo with a spectacular ceiling and spectacular views

Air Travel in the Age of COVID-19

I’m writing this post from New Mexico, where I am spending two weeks of self-isolation after arriving from Italy in early July. My travel from Italy to the U.S. took me from Firenze (Florence) to Frankfurt on Air Dolomiti, a regional airline owned by Lufthansa. From Frankfurt it was on to Washington, D.C., on United Airlines. After an overnight stay in Washington, I flew first to Houston and then, finally, to Albuquerque, where my family lives.

Four flights, four airports, two days. Nothing compared to the transatlantic crossing my great-grandfather took from Naples to New York in the late 1800s, but still a stressful journey in the age of COVID-19. So, what is it like traveling by plane these days? Definitely different than previous travel; more stressful, more uncertain. The key words are patience, flexibility, and caution.

Social distancing markers in the Florence, Italy, airport July 2020

First, patience. Everyone’s travel plans have been upended by the COVID-19 emergency. A number of people living, or visiting for an extended period, in Lucca (where I live) decided to head home for the duration of the problem (little did we know at that time how long a period that would be). Canadians, Americans, Australians, Brits. They left early on, in March. Understandable. I considered a return then but decided to stay in Italy for a number of reasons. One being that I actually felt safest staying put. The government and public response were impressive, the health care in Italy is good, I have lots of support there, and it seemed the safest course to simply shelter in place. Also, hearing about the challenges of travel, with large numbers of people trying to return to their home countries creating long lines and chaos at airports, I definitely did not want to fly when planes were packed and the lines in airports created perfect breeding grounds for the virus. I also feared bringing the virus with me, as there was little in the United States at that point. Little did I know how that would change! Patience became necessary because after that first wave of people left Italy for their home countries, the flights stopped and the opportunity to fly to the U.S. evaporated. Not knowing when (or if) I would be able to return to the U.S. meant developing a lot of patience - not my strength at all!

A nearly deserted Frankfurt airport felt very eerie.

Patience was even more important when my first three flight reservations were canceled. The cancellations were due to the lack of flights within Europe. Because there were no direct flights from Italy to the U.S. at that time, I had to first get to Frankfurt and until early July those flights weren’t happening. In fact the airports in Pisa and Firenze were mostly closed until mid-June. My final reservation, on July 2, coincided with the resumption of many flights within Europe and provided the first opportunity to fly. Patience is also needed to adapt to the changes in boarding procedures and limitations on carry-on items. As of July1, Italy had banned all use of the overhead compartments so as to reduce people standing in the aisles and make boarding safer and faster. This meant being limited to only one item that has to fit under the seat. And nothing with wheels! Even my small “underseater” suitcase was not allowed. There was a lot of anxiety in checking items that I’d normally carry aboard and having just the absolute essentials in my shoulder bag (computer, medications, etc) - and it sure made for a heavy shoulder bag! (this ban is set to end by late July according to the most recent decisions). And while Germany has not banned the use of overheads, they also would allow only one carry-on item per passenger. Luckily, my checked luggage arrived without any delays.

Next, flexibility. The normal routes for travel don’t exist at this time. This is especially true to the U.S. where only about 10 airports nationwide are accepting flights arriving from overseas and where many domestic flights have also been suspended. Forget about preferred cities for layovers, efficient flights that get you home in the shortest time possible, lots of choices about routes, and sometimes even your preferred airline. Each of my three canceled itineraries had different routes, included different partner airlines, and had long travel times. In all, it took double my usual travel time to get to New Mexico. Prepare to be patient when landing too - there are extra health forms to be filled out (handed out in fight), temperatures to be taken, and questions answered on arrival. I was impressed with the patience of the passengers and airport staff.

Restaurants with sit-down dining remain mostly closed, this one in Houston.

Flexibility and patience together help to deal with the realities of current travel in terms of airport and onboard services. Leaving Florence on an early flight, there were few services open in the airport. If you see an open coffee shop, don’t pass it up - there likely isn’t another one! And you may not find an open one at all. I was glad I had a protein bar with me. In Frankfurt, the airport felt nearly deserted until I got to the gate. There were a few more places open, all for take away, no tables available. Once on board, service was also limited. Early in the flight everyone was given a bottle of water. There was no coffee or tea served, no alcohol (that may have changed by the time you read this as the flight attendants said they expected both to return “any time now'“). Meal service was fairly normal.

Caution.There are clearly risks associated with flying but with care they can be minimized. Departing Florence, temperatures were measured and we passed through what looked like a scanner but hit us with a mist. I’m assuming this was a disinfectant of some sort. Masks must be worn and changed every four hours. Never have I seen so many people wiping down their seats, tray tables, arm rests, TV monitors, seat belts - a good strategy. Disinfectant wipes were handed out as we boarded each flight. Social distancing is a goal, but not an in-flight reality, unfortunately. My flight from Florence to Frankfurt was only half full and nearly everyone had an empty seat next to them, which felt reassuring. Not so on the transatlantic leg, which was quite full. But everyone wore their masks except when eating. The biggest caution is about personal responsibility - no one with even the slightest hint of illness, or with a known exposure, should board an airplane.

One week into my self-quarantine I am feeling well, keeping busy, and getting anxious to be able to hug my grandkids (with masks on!). Now, I hope I am able to return to Italy as planned in September! -post by Joanne

Come September, I hope to be back home in Lucca! Meanwhile, I will stay vigilant while enjoying my family and friends in New Mexico.

A Day Trip to Lerici

Summer arrived right on schedule in northern Italy, ushered in by the summer solstice in late June. One day we had warm but not hot, slightly cloudy weather with gentle breezes and the next day arrived 90 degree temperatures, full sun, and that famous Italian summer humidity.  Is there a better way to mark the arrival of summer than a day trip to the Italian coast ?  Not in my book.

The artist Kat Ring at work in Lerici. See her work at katring.com

My “welcome summer” day trip destination was Lerici, in the Italian region of Liguria, about an hour by car from where I live in Lucca. 

Lerici is blessed with an embarrassment of riches. First, location. Lerici sits at the southeastern edge of the Gulf of Poets (Golfo dei Poeti in Italian), so named for the famous poets who spent time there (think Byron, Mary and Percy Shelly, DH Lawrence). It could just as easily have been called the Bay of Artists. A favorite spot for painters, it is common to see easels set up along the bay with artists painting away.  On the day I visited, my favorite local artist from Lucca, Kat (Katarina) Ring, just happened to be painting on the promenade along the harbor.  I can’t wait to see what she created!

Across the bay from Lerici lies Portovenere with its stunning sea views and charming little village. To the northwest, at the top of the bay, lies La Spezia, a port city, transportation hub, and the jumping off place for visits to the Cinque Terre.  All of these places can be reached by commercial tour boat from the harbor in Lerici.

Lerici’s harbor as seen from the castle

The harbor here is small and protected, home to many small to medium-size boats. Sitting harbor side, relaxing in a shady spot, and watching the boats bob in the harbor, is a summer joy. 

A private beach in Lerici

Lerici is also home to long stretches of sandy beach.  As is common in Italian beach towns, there are public swim areas and private swim clubs where the price of admission includes a big umbrella, a clubhouse, and often a bar/restaurant. In both the public and private spaces, colorful umbrellas dot the sand, people (mostly Italians) sunbathe, swim, and play on the beach. This year, poles are set up on the public beaches to mark “social distancing” intervals and the umbrellas at the clubs are similarly spaced.  Closer to the town center the beach becomes rocky, with some parts reserved for local residents. 

Piazza Garibaldi, the town center.

Lerici also has a charming town center set around a fountain and ringed with restaurants and cafes. The church bells ring, the cafes buzz with activity, and the palm trees sway gently in the breeze off the bay. Just off the main piazza, and across the street from the harbor side promenade, is a pretty green space complete with benches and even a carousel for the little ones.

No summer visit to an Italian beach town is complete without two things : a meal of fresh seafood and a really good gelato. There are plenty of seafood spots in Piazza Garibaldi; we wandered into one at random (and I forgot to write down the name! ). My frito misto included the local specialty of fried anchovies, along with the traditional calamari, shrimp, and tiny little bites of octopus. Delicious! And the gelato snob in me was delighted to find really good gelato, too - a combination of mango, strawberry, and a surprisingly delicious lemon-basil.

And as if all this wasn’t enough, a Medieval castle stands guard on a rocky cliff high above the harbor.  Climb the steps through pretty narrow lanes up to the castle for stunning views out over the harbor (there is also access via elevator from the town up to the castle). Sometimes you’ll even find a special event, such as an art exhibit, inside. 

There is so much more to explore in Lerici, that a day trip simply can’t include it all. There are hiking trails to discover, a walk between Lerici and San Terenzio (the next equally charming town to the south), restaurants to try, and drives along narrow coastal roads. A return visit is a must! -post by Joanne

Hillside Hamlets in Tuscany

Part of the fun in exploring Tuscany, I am discovering, is finding hamlets high in the hills that many people have never heard about. These places might not have the museums or art that lure tourists from near and far but they certainly have history and charm and beauty. They are in their own way living museums.

Starting a hike in the village of Nocchi.

I often am shown these places when hiking with one of the many trekking groups in the region. But driving is always another option (and sometimes I am so enchanted with a village during a hike that I drive back another day for more of a look).

Water once used to run mills

A villa in Nocchi

Old millstones

One recent hike led me and my fellow trekkers to three small villages in the municipality of Camaiore – Nocchi, Torcigliano and Gombitelli. Nocchi, our meeting point to begin the 15-kilometer trek, is among the oldest of the villages of Camaiore. It was established on a section of road that dates to Roman times. Situated in a beautiful valley, the village is an old mill town and remnants of those giant structures can still be seen today. The many mills were built along the Lucese (not Lucchese, as in Lucca) River and water was diverted through a “gora,” or millpond, to a mill’s huge stone wheels.

Geraniums

Overlooking a faucet in the forest

Capers growing in a stone wall

Nocchi had its share of villas as well – some of which remain today. Stone paths, buildings and walls – lined with gardens, gnomes and geraniums – make for a pretty spectacular sight. All three of these villages are lovingly tended to by today’s residents. We reached Torcigliano by hiking through what is now dense forest but once was land cultivated by the farmers of the area who grew, among other things, olives and chestnuts. Old faucets still dispense cold water (such a refreshing relief on a muggy summer day). One we stopped at had a small statue of the Virgin Mary watching over it. Mountain streams run through the land, a stone bridge that looks like it should be on the page of a fairy tale book crosses one of them and a long-abandoned mill is covered with vines and other greenery deep in the forest.

Simple beauty

Modern mural on an old wall

Non-stop faucet

Torcigliano – in addition to being a thing of beauty in and of itself – has modern-day murals on one long wall, as well as a running faucet at the side of one of the village walkways. It is a beautiful spot up close as well as from a distance. Seen from the surrounding hills as we walked to Gombitelli, its sun-baked rooftops surrounded by forest greens, it was easy to understand why people have lived here for so long.

Gombitelli

Gombitelli was once home to a castle, the ruins of which remain on a steep hillside (too steep and out of the way for our hike). It and Torcigliano were also known for their blacksmiths and ironwork. And Gombitelli is where a well-liked Italian sausage is made. It is a simple yet stunningly beautiful village set into the hillside with amazing views of Lucca in the distance.

Torcigliano

A fairy tale bridge

A fountain/piece of art

Peeking through a gate

An old mill

Gombitelli

A huge thanks to Tuscan Trail Tours for leading this adventure. I adore the big cities of Italy – Rome, Florence, Naples, etc. – and I am so charmed by the Tuscan towns that I have chosen to live in one (Lucca), but these and other hamlets have my heart as well.   -post by Judy