Bolzano Christmas Market & Archaeology Museum

Christmas markets are a thing in Europe, particularly in Germany and Austria, but Italy is known for having some great ones as well. Last year, due to a crazy combination of timing, school, Tony's work schedule, and our awesome vacation to Malta, we completely missed out on this entire phenomenon. First world problems, I know. This meant it was very high on my list this year. I thought I'd have more time, but it has a way of slipping away from me these days. Fortunately, we were able to jump on a group trip with Lucas (of Cooking With Lucas fame) and head to Bolzano - the largest and most famous Christmas market in Italy!

Mercatino di Natale, Bolzano Italy

In Italian, a Christmas market is a Mercatino di Natale. I learned that in Bolzano, in the Dolomites of the South Tyrol Province South of Austria, Germany is one of the official languages. It still trips me up to see signs in anything other than English, but as you venture closer to other countries or apparently, provinces with secondary languages, it's even stranger to see multilingual signs. My brain is getting very full of important words like gelato and formaggio, but I managed to make room for another phrase: Christkindlmärkte. Just don't ask me to pronounce it. I know another phrase but hadn't been able to put it to use yet: vin brûlé. That is Italian for mulled wine! (In German: gluhwein.) Never fear, I have now partaken of both the red and white varieties in an official setting! With a bonus tasting of hot apple cider with rum. Yum yum yum.  

Pretzel, speck, & cheese sandwich + Gluhwein

Man, I got started talking about food and drinks and totally distracted myself from where I was going in my story. I think I jumped ahead of myself a bit. Anyway, it took us a little more than two hours to get to Bolzano. I drowsed a bit on the bus, which isn't really surprising since I had nightmares the night before and also took two Benadrylls before we hit the road; better to sleep than have motion sickness! Plus, I have a sore ear and I thought the allergy medication might help relieve some of the pressure. Anyway, the drive seemed easy. I woke up somewhere East of Lake Garda (and recognized exactly where we were, BECAUSE I AM AN AWESOME ADVENTURER!) just in time to see a fantastic monastery built into the hillside. I expected the drive to be a very twisty-curvy one, with lots of up and downs, but it was all highway and pretty straight shooting. Our bus driver did an expert job backing the bus into a spot in a parking garage, and we set off in the freezing cold -2 degree weather (okay, fine, -2 degrees Celsius, but still) to find the Christmas market. We parked about five blocks away and just followed the crowd. The idea was to go to a microbrewery for lunch, but it ended up being really crowded so we settled for street food instead.First order of business: red vin brûlé and a pretzel sammich with cheese and speck. FYI: Speck is a cured meat similar to bacon or prosciutto, and is native to the Tyrol region. That was a darn good pretzel, the best I've had since Oktoberfest in Munich! (Dang. Please don't think I'm an asshole just for having some awesome adventures. After all, I had to wait fourteen months (and one really bad gas station quality pretzel) before experiencing pretzel bliss again.) Next up: that necessary evil, a public bathroom. Surprisingly, for the low price of 70 Euro cents, I went through a turnstile and marched right up to a clean, empty stall, and then washed my hands with soap and hot water. A+, Bolzano, top marks for bathroom quality. 

That right there is a nice steamy mug of gluhwein!

Miniature Train (Photo Credit: http://www.bolzano.net)

After that, we wandered around. The main event happens in Piazza Walther, anchored by the 14th century Assumption of Our Lady Cathedral, with smaller clumps of vendors in other piazzas and scattered throughout the streets of town. It was fairly crowded despite the chill, and it's a great place to people-watch even if you don't feel like buying anything. We saw lots of Christmas ornaments, from hand-carved and laser-cut wooden ones to delicate tatted lace to hand-painted bulbs. There were linens, candles, and lots of local meats and cheeses. We saw kids riding a miniature train - and miniature ponies! I think the horse owners as well as parents are very trusting; the parent would pay, some adult would help the kid onto the pony, and the owner would hand the reins over to the parents for a few minutes and the parent would then guide the animal up and down the street. Everywhere we went, you could find artisan bread and pretzels and sweets, plus did I mention the vin brûlé?! One of my friends had a white hot chocolate that looked delicious, and he said it was amazingly creamy in texture and just the right amount of sweet. I didn't partake of any hot chocolate, white or otherwise, but I did sample some delicious hand rolled truffles. Okay fine, I did more than sample. I gobbled up a traditional dark chocolate (fondente) and a coffee-flavored one, and Mr. Moneybags Husband was paying since I left my cash at home, and he bought two of each so we wouldn't even have to share! I'm pretty sure that's a testament to his generosity, and not selfishness of wanting his own truffle...We saw lots of vendors roasting chestnuts, and smelled some heavenly combination of cinnamon and vanilla and maybe nutmeg? that meant there were candied nuts for sale, too. There were gingerbread and sacher torts, too. Sacher torts are an Austrian chocolate cake with apricot jam or preserves, topped with dark chocolate frosting or ganache, and you can find them all over the Alps. In addition to the Christmas theme, we also saw some vendors with more common goods you'd see in any Italian outdoor market, namely fresh fruits, vegetables, and flowers. 

Hand-painted Ornament (Photo Credit: http://www.bolzano.net)

We already did our Christmas shopping for this year, and didn't really see anything that called to us for ourselves or for next year's gifts, so after some browsing (and some more of that delicious wine stuff) we proceeded to the South Tyrol Archaeology Museum. This museum was created specifically to house a pretty fantastic archaeological find: Ötzi – the Iceman. Otzi was discovered in 1991 and it turns out he lived about 5,000 years ago, sometime in between 3350 and 3100 BCE. The museum was very interesting and respectful, and the body is preserved in a special Han Solo cryogenic chamber - very cold, very humid, minus Han Solo - with a little window for viewing. You can read and hear all about the discovery and recovery, as well as view artifacts like his leggings, bearskin cap, and dagger. He also had specially made ember bags and tools. You can't see it, but you can hear all about the food remnants found in his stomach and intestines and cereal grains caught in the fibers of his clothing and pouches. And guess what: Otzi has 61 tattoos! They are positioned to correspond with modern acupuncture lines and were pretty certainly associated with some sort of therapeutic treatment. Brown-eyed Otzi had wavy, shoulder-length brown hair and a beard, was an inch shorter than me with the same size feet, probably weighed less than I do, and died when he was about 45 years old. There is an incredible life-size reproduction/recreation of what Otzi probably looked like, based on all sorts of fancy technology that I'm too ignorant to understand, much less sum up in a blog post. In short: it's way cool. 

Otzi the Iceman (Photo Credit: www.wync.org)

Otzi is important for many reasons; his was the first archaeological dig on a glacier, and as a result of his recovery and radiocarbon-dating methods, the timing of the Copper Age was revised by a thousand years, indicating it started much earlier than we previously thought. Otzi is also special because of the way he was preserved - naturally, in ice, rather than through artificial means or in peat. That means all of the organic materials haven't really been interfered with over time. Also, scientists and archaeologists didn't recognize signs at the initial time of recovery, but due to the nature of wounds, they were able to narrow down his cause of death somewhat. He was discovered on a known traverse/trade route. He had an arrowhead buried in his shoulder, which led to a big blood loss, fractures on his face and skull that occurred within 24 hours of his death, a significant gash on his hand indicating hand-to-hand combat, and a dislocated shoulder. Speculation is that he had some sort of an incident (perhaps a fight?) the day before he died and then went to an area where he felt safe. At some point, he ate a meal, and then within an hour of eating was shot with the arrow and died. The dislocated shoulder could have happened during that fall, or if he tried to rip the arrow from his own body (scientifically plausible). The arrowhead was found, but no remnants of the actual arrow itself, so somebody tried to pull it out at some point. Then, after he died, he must have been covered with snow and then ice very quickly, otherwise the elements and animals might have interfered with his preservation.

Whoa. So, um, yeah. Sorry to get all gruesome in the middle of a happy Christmas post. But it was fascinating!

Chocolate, Nut, & Marzipan Vendors at the Bolzano Christmas Market

My favorite alley of decorations! Giant pretzels!

Anyway, after we visited the museum, we did a few cloverleaf loops through the city and visited some of the smaller piazzas, one of which was specifically devoted to artisans. That square had wooden games, jewelry, felted wool clothes & ornaments, glassware, and all sorts of other cool handmade stuff. The town of Bolzano also has plenty of non-Christmas shopping available, everything from H&M and Aldo and Sephora to Armani and hand-cobbled shoes. I was quite impressed with the decorations around the entire city. Each street had hanging decorations, either lights or ornaments or some such. I saw innertubes twisted and painted like pretzels, bouncy balls painted like ornaments, singing angels, whispy white paper swirls, and lots of red and gold. Many of the trees were decorated with lights and ornaments too, including one giant potted olive tree with red boxes hung throughout. Even buildings were decked out with lights and 3D ornaments on the walls. All afternoon we were pleasantly taunted (if such a phrase isn't an oxymoron) by whispers of live brass music. It was hard to pin down a location or even a direction for the music, but we finally found it coming from a third-story balcony. The song they were playing when we honed in on the band? Feliz Navidad. Because of course.

Hopfen & Co. Brewery. Go there.

Around 3pm, we made our way to the Bozner Bier Hopfen & Co Brewery. It's in an 800-year old building and features Tyrolean and Italian cuisine, plus of course beer! (Birra in Italian, Bier in German, see why my brain is so fulllll?) Still stuffed from my pretzel sandwich, I settled for a radler and an endive salad with black olives, sundried tomatoes, and goat cheese. I was not disappointed. Tony went for a dark beer, a dunkel, and goulash with bacon beer dumplings. He loved the lager, which even I enjoyed despite not generally being a fan of dark beers, and REALLY liked the goulash. The bacon beer dumplings were a little heavy, though tasty. We sat and visited with a few of our friends, and then we split the vanilla gelato with hot raspberry sauce. And the angels rejoiced. I don't know what kind of witchcraft went into the creation of that ice cream or the sauce, but it was amazing! If I ever go back to Bolzano, I would eat there again in a heartbeat.

We spent a few final minutes meandering through town as we made our way back to the bus, snapping pictures and purchasing our truffles, and then headed home. I hereby deem our first Christmas market outing a tremendous success!

Yummy, yummy chocolate! Bonus tidbit: 'Chiave' is Italian for 'key'

Catch-Up

Oh noooooo, I fell off the blogging wagon! It's not New Year's, so I'm not calling this a resolution, but I would like to get back on track. Sometimes that first step is the hardest, so for today I'm just jotting down a list (bullets: a blogger's lazy tool) of topics I'd like to backfill, plus a couple of upcoming events & outings I want to hit on as well.

a) Halloween Party & Costumes
b) Thanksgiving/Tuscany
c) Venice Hotel & Shopping
d) Work
e) Holiday Plans
f) Bolzano Christmas Market
g) Haircut
h) Books I've Read in the 2nd half of 2015
i) Mom visiting Italy - probably multiple posts!

Also, I rode my bike to work today. This is technically the first time I've done that, though I've ridden my bike to the base several times before. Funnily enough, I didn't really plan to bike to work. Originally I thought I would bike in today, and then leave the bike at work and have my husband pick me up so we could go grocery shopping together and I wouldn't have to bike home in the dark. Then I would ride the bus to work in the morning and bike home when I finish work at 1300. But I worked out at home this morning and was generally feeling a little lazy, so I decided to ride the bus. Generally the bus passes my house going in the direction of work at 17 minutes past the hour and at 47 minutes past the hour. To start work on the hour, I need to catch the xx17 bus. Since it's Italy, I always check the bus schedule before I leave though, just to make sure. Usually the buses are pretty reliable, but you never know. And sometimes they change it up seasonally or there's a random Italian holiday or something else impacting the schedule. And I don't know if it's because today is a holiday (Feast of the Immaculate Conception) or just because it was close to when things shut down for lunch and riposo, but sure enough, there wasn't a bus at a convenient time for me. And I couldn't even catch an early one and hang out on the base before hand, since I waited a few minutes too long to catch the schedule! Argh! As my Grampa says, "It's alright, as long as you say 'oops.'" OOPS. So, back to Plan A. I quickly changed clothes & shoes, added work attire to my backpack, pumped up my bike tires, and hit the road. I think it's about 4.5 miles to work, but I've never really verified that. Anyway, I checked my watch at 1211, before I pumped up the tires, and then I checked it again when I got to work and took off my helmet in my office, at 1235. I think I made great time!

And now I need a nap.

Palio #2: Monselice

My aunt recently came to visit from South Africa, and I wanted to try to give her a fantastic and authentic Italian experience in the limited free time we shared together. That's how we found ourselves taking a short road trip with another friend to the town of Monselice to experience their horse race called "quintana." Giostra della Quintana is, in short, a joust. Of course, we had no clue what we were in for when we hit the road, but that didn't stop us from having a wonderful day at the track and wandering around the town.

Monselice Castello

It took about 40-45 minutes to get to Monselice from Vicenza; it was an easy drive and tolls were less than five euro each way. You can see the hill with its tower before you can see the town proper, so we definitely knew we were heading the right direction long before we got there. Sometimes driving in Italy can be stressful, so affirmations like giant, easily-identifiable hills are a boon. We didn't exactly know where to go in town, so the vague plan was to arrive, look for the town center, and park somewhere close. That's generally a good plan, provided you don't accidentally stray into a residents only traffic zone, and it worked for us. When we arrived, we saw lots of people walking about in medieval costumes, so we knew we were close to the right spot. We started venturing away from that area of town and quickly found ourselves along a river in a residential neighborhood, so we stopped and asked for directions from a local. Twice. Thank goodness my aunt speaks better Italian than I do! We ended up just nabbing a great parking spot (for free!) along the river, and walking five or ten minutes into town, following the general flow of foot traffic.

Outside the Pub Enoteca Il Castello

One of the first things we saw once we walked into the town was a piazza, and bordering the piazza was a tower, clock, castle, and tourist information office. Bingo! We popped into the tourist office to obtain directions to the horse race and determine if there was anything else interesting or worthwhile to see while we were in town. I have no idea why more people don't know of this city, because it is home to a fantastically refurbished castle dating back to the 11th century, a pilgrimage of seven churches, two towers, and at least one really great restaurant. (There are probably more delicious restaurants, but we liked this one so much we ate there for lunch and came back for dinner!) We scoped out the castle tour schedule and then hit up the Pub/Enoteca Il Castello for lunch. And why is it called Pub/Enoteca Il Castello, you  might ask? Because it is located directly under the castle, has a secret passage connecting to the castle, and is owned by the city. A wonderful lady named Sabrina co-manages it with her husband. The inside is decorated with art, statues, pottery, and weaponry and the outside features a wonderful courtyard and seasonal flowers. Of course, since it was so nice we chose to sit a fuori, outside. We were intrigued by their extremely well-priced wine list, which is broken down by region and features some very local varietals, and asked about the possibility of a wine-tasting. The pub was slammed for lunch (always a good sign) so they suggested we come back in the early evening if we wanted to do that. Spoiler alert: we did. Two of us chose to have papardelle with wild boar ragu, and my aunt had crepes stuffed with ricotta and mushrooms. I drank a spritz and the others enjoyed some Prosecco, and then we were off to the races!

We walked for 10-15 minutes through the town to the foot of the hill, where we paid ten euro and sat in the bleachers with our backs to the sun to enjoy the spectacle. We had to pass through a gaggle of folks in costume to purchase our tickets, so we knew there would be a parade to kick everything off. Knowing Italy, we didn't think they would start on time, but they actually started five minutes early! Each of the nine communes of Monselice is represented by an animal or other symbol, and has its own colors. A representative troop from each commune marched in, accompanied by drums and/or buglers, and took their places in the opposite bleachers. They must have been broiling, what with all the velvet and brocade and facing directly into the sun! Unfortunately, the racing took for-eh-ver to start because various possibly important people needed to give welcome speeches. And then a cute kid read a presumably cute poem. I picked out a stanza about each commune, praising their speed, agility, horses, pretty colors, etc. People clapped. It was nice. More speeches. Blah blah blobbity blah, get to the good stuff! Finally, after no kidding an hour, the announcer started introducing the horses and riders and explaining the race.

A rider uses his joust to spear a suspended ring

Each commune had two riders, for a total of 18. I know this because all eighteen of them were introduced one at a time and each completed a lap around the track. See note above re: for-eh-ver. They would be pitted against each other two at a time with the task of spearing three impossibly small orange rings while racing around the track. Each rider would enter his respective outer side of the track when a two-minute warning bell rang. When that bell sounded, the competitors had two minutes to collect their spears, enter the inner track ring, and take position. They got a 30-second warning and a 5-second warning. Once the five-second warning sounded, they could begin racing the horses, but they couldn't cross the starting line with the rings until the official start bell sounded. We only saw one false start, which I thought was pretty impressive. The riders did one full lap before starting to collect their rings on the end of their jousting spear, and the rider who got three rings before the other won the heat. I think we stayed for five races, and the times ranged from 52-56 seconds, so you can understand the dirt track was not all that large. After each race a team of men wearing blue jeans, white button-down shirts, and baseball caps came out to rake the track, especially in the curves where we saw more than one horse stumble, but once everything kicked off there was a race every 5-6 minutes. So if you ever want to attend this event, know that you can pretty much skip the first hour and not miss much, but once it starts things move fairly quickly. Still, with so many riders it could take a couple hours to finish all the racing. This event was not nearly as big as the Palio of Montagnana, but equally well-organized. I'm glad I got to experience the two different styles of racing, and would recommend them both to anyone. Both events were very kid-friendly, too.

Because of our desire to see more of the town (and the fact that bleachers just aren't very comfortable), we left after only a few races. We headed back to the tourist shop to steal some of their very pretty brochures and then went to the Castello of Monselice, sometimes called the Castello Cini after one of its modern owners. We paid eight euro for an hour-long tour, and lucked out because we, along with one very lovely Canadian lady, wound up on an English-speaking tour for us instead of stuck with a group of 30 Italian-speakers. So we basically got a private tour of one of the most beautifully renovated castles I've ever seen, and our guide was exceptionally knowledgeable. It turns out he is an Italian who works for an American company out of Verona, and only works in Monselice on the weekends after putting in a regular five-day workweek. Art is his passion, and he joked about there not being much money in art, allora. For every question we asked, he was able to give us a detailed answer, and I was really impressed with his kindness and professionalism even though we could see he was just about dead on his feet. (At the end of the tour, our Canadian friend told him to start a six-day work schedule and take some time off.)

The castle consists of three main buildings (plus the bonus pub on the street below), connected but built across the span of several centuries. Unfortunately, the castle was bombed, left in shambles, and abandoned for a significant period of time so much of the layout, room purposing, and furnishing is speculation. That did not deter from the experience whatsoever. The first building we entered was set up as a weapons museum, and we learned one of the first rooms was likely used as sort of an armory and mudroom for local soldiers, who apparently had a crappy life back in the teen-hundreds. Poor blokes. We learned a lot about crossbows and suits of armor before moving on. We breezed through a courtyard and then walked up some stairs and then a ramp to the [European] first floor. As it turns out, the ramp was so visitors could ride their horses directly to the guest quarters and living space, hand off their animals to servants to be stabled, and enter the house without bothering with the peons on the ground floor. We weren't allowed to take pictures of the interior, and I was a good girl and followed the rules, but let me just tell you this place was stunning. There were tapestries on the walls, giant windows, tiny beds, heavy cupboards and wardrobes, and beautiful examples of glass, pottery, and other art. We also learned about some special chimneys very specific to not just the region, but this town. I commented earlier in the tour that I thought it was unusual to see so many round chimneys, and only one that was squared-off. Turns out the round chimneys housed smaller regular chimneys underneath, with a void in between. In medieval times, residents filled that void with sand, to retain the heat from the fireplace even once the fire was out. Brilliant! 

View from the upper courtyard in the Monselice Castello

Upper Courtyard in the Monselice Castello

After visiting the upper floors, we made our way across the courtyard to one of the other sections of the castle. It housed a chapel and a room with a hearth so enormous that historians think it was probably a kitchen. However, an alternate theory is that it was used as a forge for weaponry, considering the castle's defensive history. Nothing in that room was younger than 500 years old. Mind: boggled. The castle was owned by the town but now I understand it is owned by a regional museum authority or some such. Interestingly, 58% of the world heritage sites are located in Italy. Our guide carped that because Italians are surrounded by so much beauty and history, they have become complacent about maintaining them and delinquent in advertising them. Hence me stumbling across such surprises when I randomly venture out for the day. Why does no one know about these places? They are amazing! Anyway, rant over, tour pretty much over.

One of the seven chapels

After the tour, we continued walking uphill and peeked at the grounds of a private villa and into the Church of San Giustinia (St. Justina) which is also known as the Old Cathedral of Monselice. Continuing uphill, we walked past the Santuario Giubilare della Siete Chiese, or the Jubilee Shrine of the Seven Churches. There are seven chapels built into the hill, each one representing one of the major basilicas of Rome. They were constructed in the 1600s after a papal dispensation which basically said that a pilgrimage to these chapels was the same, and thus worthy of the same indulgences as a visit to the basilicas of Rome. Pretty good deal considering the status of travel in those days and the distance to Rome from the town. Each little church has a painting of its counterpart in Rome, and the seventh church also houses some pretty important and macabre relics. The seventh church is adjacent to another villa, across from which lead two sets of stairs. The first steps lead to an arched wall, and there were many people (mostly young folks) hanging out on the wall and steps enjoying the weather and the view of the town below. The second set of steps lead to the top of the Colle della Rocca, where there's another defensive tower. You can walk up there and climb the tower, but they let in the last visitors at 1800 and we got there around 1810. Boo. Oh well, we still enjoyed the walk and view. 

After scoping out the santuario, we headed back down the hill. We were thinking of doing wine tasting and having munchies at the castle Pub/Enoteca again, but were all pretty hungry so decided to have dinner as well. The establishment was far quieter than on our first visit, and we snagged a primo table outside. We started off by tasting a Serprino and a frizzante rose; I enjoyed the rose more and the other ladies preferred the Serprino, and they both worked out nicely with our meat and cheese platters. We decided to skip the whites and go straight for dinner and reds. For dinner, I ordered gnocchi with duck ragu, my aunt ordered veal ossobucco, and my friend ordered boar goulash with polenta. I think we were all very happy with our choices (I definitely was!) but my friend said the goulash tasted exactly the same as the boar ragu from our papardelle lunch. Still delicious, but basically the same meal only with polenta instead of noodles. Allora. We tasted a Merlot, a Merlot blend, a Rosso Riserva, and a Valpolicella. We all preferred different wines, and my favorite (surprise surprise) was the Valpolicella. I also got some tiramisu for dessert, and it was probably the lightest and fluffiest I've had since I moved to Italy. I ogled some of the other plates and desserts as they came out of the kitchen, and they all looked fantastic. Maybe next time I will order the mushroom and pumpkin lasagna, because I got a waft of it and it smelled delicious.

Another great adventure for the record books. Next time, I will climb to the tower when it's open, properly look inside each of the chapels, and do some more exploring around the town. I'll probably eat at the same restaurant though. Why try a new place when I've got a winner with unexplored menu options, amiright?

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Here are some more pictures from the interior of the castle, which I did not take since I'm not allowed. Here is the original source: Monselice Castello

Armory Museum in the Monselice Castello

Interior room of the Monselice Castello

Interior Room and Chimney in the Monselice Castello

Montagnana Medieval Fest and Palio

Last year, on the weekend of my birthday I went to the historic Venice Regatta with a mixed group of new and old friends. We wandered around the city and then staked out prime real estate on one of the canals to watch the gondola races. My friends surprised me with a little fruit tart to celebrate, and they even remembered to bring/light a candle and sang to me! I was really touched.

This year was just as nice. The actual day of my birthday, I went to a friend's house and made a pot of jambalaya. If you know me,  you know that is probably my number one comfort food. Cooking it and eating it and sharing it with friends are all pretty much guaranteed to make me happy. I walked in to find a "Happy Birthday" banner, and for dessert they treated me to a delicious strawberry mousse dessert with balls of white chocolate on top to decorate. Heh, balls. I tell you, Italians have cornered the market on coffee and desserts: the coffee is dark and delicious and the desserts aren't tooth-cloyingly sweet. We played a few games and drank a fair amount of wine, and it was the perfect low-key evening.

The next day, a Sunday, I met one of my old friends (who I considered a new friend last year) and another new friend, and we carpooled to the beautiful city of Montagnana to experience its medieval market, parade, and palio. The definition of "il palio" is a banner or cloth awarded to the winner of a certain competition. However, over time the term has been associated so strongly with traditional horse races that in common usage, Palio will generally be used to refer to the race itself. If you've seen the James Bond film "Quantum of Solace" (with Daniel Craig, who is my favorite Bond) then you might remember the opening scene which featured a horse race in Siena. That is the holy grail of Palios and is uber expensive even for horrible standing-room-only space. The horses and their bareback riders, proudly representing their neighborhoods, race around the main town square with crowds on either side, and they make hairpin turns and it's all very exciting and intense. 

Instead of forking out the big bucks to stand outside all day and fight crowds for smelly port-a-potties, we decided to experience what I call "Palio Light." I'd never been to Montagnana, but when we heard they had an entire medieval festival featuring a palio, we decided to make it happen. I understand ten communities participate in this palio every year, and I believe Montagnana always plays host, probably because they have such a fantastic venue. Montagnana is only about 45 minutes away, and it's another gem of a city. It has a very well-preserved wall and castle that you can't miss when driving into the town, and seemed very clean. When I first heard we would be moving to Italy, that's the kind of town I envisioned, and it did not disappoint. Well, other than signage. We easily found a parking spot but there were no signs toward the parade or palio. We did ask someone and got the scoop, and as it turns out it was pretty obvious in the end so we didn't need signs after all. Still, it would have been nice to eliminate some of the uncertainty from the get-go.

Once you enter the historic part of the town, there's a small square but you're basically forced onto streets which all lead to the main plaza in front of (surprise) a large church. There were vendors lining the square, and there were a bunch of games set up for kids in the center. Stilts, pillow jousts, bean bag toss, etc. We walked the length of the main street and turned around to explore all the vendors and the square a bit more. When we learned the parade would circle the plaza before continuing down the main drag, we decided to sit and have appetizers and aperitivi. We thought we only had a few minutes before the parade began, and we saw a nearly continuous stream of people in medieval costumes streaming by, but as it turns out we had to wait a little more than an hour. The website said the parade began at 2 and the horse race would start at 3, but the times were off by an hour. Oh darn, sitting at an outdoor cafe in a beautiful cobblestoned plaza and people-watching while sipping cocktails, how awful. 

We really lucked out with our seats. There was a very kind American woman one table over, and we eavesdropped as she explained to another tourist about the parade route and horse race. She noticed us listening and we chatted for a few minutes about the various activities of the day. When the parade started, we had a fantastic view of all the participants as they walked down the last street of the plaza; they turned back onto the main drag right in front of us with the church serving as a backdrop. Their organization really impressed us (again, except for lack of signage and the confusion about start times). The parade kicked off right at 3, and they did a good job of separating the drum and bugle groups from each other by putting flag twirlers, townspeople, and horse riders in between them. There was even a group of monks and someone wearing a pope costume. Okay fine, it may have been a bishop or cardinal but he still wore a very tall and fancy hat and waved with a graceful benediction. He even stopped to bless some children, so I'm thinking this might have been an actual group of churchpeople. We saw donkeys and goats, men in stockades whose arms must have been very tired by the end of the parade, carts full of children which reminded me of clown cars, bakers, florists, and a group of camp followers who dressed pretty provocatively, if you catch my drift. Once the parade passed us, we all followed it outside the wall to what I suppose used to be a moat. 

For nine euro, you could sit on the moat embankment and have your back to the castle wall. For thirteen euro you could have an undesignated seat in the bleachers with your back to the road. We paid the extra four euros for bleacher seating, which was probably a good call since we didn't have a blanket to sit on or anything, and we mostly had our backs to the sun. We wound up at the far end of the moat and got to watch the tail end of the parade again as all the marchers had to make a giant cloverleaf loop to enter the moat and march to their spots. There was a pretty good delay between the end of the parade and the beginning of the races, but it wasn't a big deal. We were warned that there would be many false starts once the horse racing started, and when we saw the course we understood why. The "track" was a long and very skinny oval, requiring the horses to make tight turns in the corners. The jockeys all ride bareback, and there are no starting gates and no ground crew to help place the horses in starting position. Basically they all approach an invisible line and when they're all lined up and facing the correct position, the race starts. We understood there would be two heats of five horses, with the top three winners competing against each other in a third heat. Each race consisted of two laps, and we were far from the grandstand but directly across from the post where the horses make their last turn. The horses and riders entered the moat at the first post and completed a short lap. At this point, the three of us oohed and ahhed over the horses and jockeys, and picked a pony for which to cheer. My horse was one of the first ones out, and he seemed pretty spirited, which is why I picked him to root for, plus he was trimmed in beautiful forest green. After many false starts, the horses were finally off! 

The races happened very quickly. And on the first lap, two of the jockeys fell off their horses right in front of us! I didn't see the whole thing happen, but I think coming out of the turn they may have bumped into each other a little bit. One of the jockeys popped up and hopped over the fence very quickly in order to get out of the way of the other horses, but the other one was pretty slow to recover. He did eventually get up and move out of the way though, so I don't think he was hurt very badly, fortunately. The two riderless horses continued racing! By the time that jockey was up and moving, the horses were back for their final turn. My horse was in the lead, but it was a close race! We couldn't really see the finish line, and I'm pretty sure my guy won, but it was definitely a close finish. He may have given up the lead at the last second, or he may have just slowed down after crossing the finish "line" in order to make the turn for his victory lap. Either way, it was very exciting.

It wasn't long before the next race started, and it was carried out in much the same fashion as the first one. A jockey fell at the far end of the course on the last lap, and he had to be escorted out by ambulance. I hope he's alright. His horse kept running in circles until finally someone came out to catch and calm it. 

After the first two palio heats, there was a break so the horses and riders could all rest up a bit. During this time, there were some more festivities to watch. There was a funny sort of foot race where a bunch of guys representing the communities lined up on the track just the same as the horses, and they complete one lap, barefoot and carrying colorful banners. The dude with the green banner came in first, and his cheering squad went wild. I'm pretty sure he earned some very intense bragging rights. Next, many of the drum and bugle groups marched back onto the field and there was a pretty epic flag-twirling display. Each group was showing off simultaneously and while the drum beats were all in the same tempo, there were various musical flourishes happening up and down the field. We had a great view of three groups, and a pretty good view of two more, but have no clue what happened at the far end of the moat. Who cares, the groups in front of us were great! One group put a little kid out front for a big solo from the get-go, and that eight-year old kid rocked it. I kind of love how men in Italy are unashamed to twirl flags, and it is a very serious activity. Meanwhile, the group in front of us sent out a group of guys for flag tossing and choreographed double-flag twirling. Then another fellow stepped out to twirl and toss four flags at once. Trust me, it was very impressive.

We decided not to wait for the last race, so we skipped out after the drum and flag show was over. I feel like I experienced a true palio, and I didn't have to fight the crowds or pay exorbitant sums of money to do it, either. I will definitely look for this event next year and mark it on my calendar. Meanwhile, I hear there's another Palio in Monselice on September 20th. My aunt is in town and I think I will try to convince her to come check it out with me. [Obviously I did not post this before September 20th. Spoiler alert: we went to Monselice and it was fantastic. Expect a blog post about it soon-ish.]

P.S. This is definitely a kid-friendly event, so if you're on the fence worrying about your little ones, you should go!

Arqua Petrarca: as Blossom's brother Joey would say, "Whoa!"

There's a pretty little town called Arqua Petrarca in the Padua Province just under an hour South of where I live. I forget how I heard about it, but it intrigued me because it is the last home of the poet Petrarch. When researching for my jaunt to the A.P. (kids these days still use initials to talk about cool towns, right?) I discovered it belongs to a club called "The Most Beautiful Villages in Italy" and I was sold.

I don't mind venturing out solo when my husband isn't around, but I've made a few like-minded friends and sometimes its fun to have company. My friend Carolina and I hopped in the car one day and sallied forth. It was a beautiful drive, and actually took us through an area I've visited a few times before. You practically have to pass right by the winery Villa Sceriman to get there, and in fact I recommend combining a visit and doing both in the same day. A.P. is a very small town of only a couple thousand inhabitants, and it was very easy to find. We parked in a public lot below the town, and started hiking uphill. By the end of the day, I'm glad we parked low so that we could easily mosey back down in the evening rather than having to forge our way uphill after an afternoon of sightseeing. 

Petrarch's Tomb

Apparently there is a lake nearby, but we never saw it. We did, however, notice signs for a nature preserve and hiking path, so if that's your thing it might be fun to check it out. If I remember correctly, the main path is about 6km, but don't quote me on that. From the parking lot, which only cost a couple of euros for the entire afternoon, we walked up a short path and spit out in front of a church in Petrarch's Square, and practically the very first thing we saw was Petrarch's tomb. Can't miss it; the thing is a giant pink marble tomb which probably ways several thousand pounds. I have no idea what it is modeled after or supposed to look like, but on first glance I thought it was a sort of Trojan horse or maybe a giant chess piece. When you get closer it's not as contoured as it appears from a distance, and there's a bust of Petrarca near the top. There are engravings in what I assume is Latin but could be Italian, but I couldn't read them either way so it will remain a very-easily-solvable mystery, at least until the next time I go back. After oohing and ahing over the tomb for a few minutes, we tried to go into the church but it was locked. During our foray around the side of the building though, we found a pretty little view of the valley and a well-tended balcony. I'm a sucker for weepy greenery and bright flowers, and was delighted to find both. The whole town is scattered with little gems.

 

We continued making our way uphill, and took note of a few little shops featuring regional goodies (read: WINE and PASTA and trufflesandmushroomsandallsortsofgoodstuffyumyum!). Most places were closed due to riposo so we kept on walking and wandering. We eventually found Petrarch's home, which is now a museum, and noted its reopening time, and continued walking. We found ourselves atop a hill with some sort of Alpini monument or memorial, and then we stopped to buy some water bottles. We made it pretty darn near the top of the town, which is built into the hillside, and took advantage of several scenic viewpoints before heading back to Petrarch's house. We managed to skootch in just ahead of a tour group, which was good timing and also a little odd because the town is so small and so far off the beaten path. This bunch seemed to be mostly older folks with one or two teenagers, and I'm thinking maybe it was part of a church tour group or something. Anyway, we paid a few euro (four each, I think) and headed into the gardens. Apparently Petrarch loved to garden but I'm sure the landscaping has changed quite a bit in the six+ centuries since he's lived there! Let me pause and let that sink in a moment...There's a town named for a famous poet whose been dead more than six hundred years, there's a museum where he lived, and his tomb must be some sort of pilgrimage site for poetry geeks, and all of this is practically right in my backyard. As Blossom's brother Joey would say, "Whoa." If you visit the museum, know that you are not allowed to take pictures inside the building, but you might encounter some jerk who pretends not to see the dozen signs posted and continues to snap away. If you do encounter such a person, I recommend passive-aggressively glaring at him/her and making snarky comments in a language they may or may not understand. That's just my technique though; you do whatever you want, like that guy does.

Petrarch's Home: Currently a Museum

The museum only takes a few minutes to visit, really. To me, the most interesting part about the house were the murals and frescos on the walls. There were tons of beautiful women, most of whom had horrid stories. Venus, Lucrezia, Cleopatra getting bitten by the snake, etc. Petrarch wrote about these stories, and a later owner of the house (16th century) commissioned the frescos to commemorate his work. The house also contains several portraits of the artist, drawings and blueprints of the two-storey 13th century home, and a rotating photography exhibit. Oh yes, and a mummy of Petrarch's cat. Allora. Because, Italy. Also noteworthy were the views. Petrarchy's family lived in the left side of the house and the servants were relegated to the right - that's port and starboard, for you nautical types - and I'm sure it's because the view from the left side of the house is staggering. It probably hasn't altered much since Petrarch's time, either, as the town is in a relatively isolated location. 

After visiting the museum, we walked around a bit more and stopped in one of the tourist trap shops. Except in this part of Italy, the tourist trap shops aren't so much filled with whirling gizmos and impersonal post cards as they are full of tasty goodies. The shop owner asked a bit about our wine preferences and made some recommendations. I was tempted to buy some of the local jam - ziziphus, anyone? - but skipped it because I have no idea what a buckthorn might actually taste like and it scared me a bit. At some point we found a path and wandered down it for a ways, and I think it connected to the main trail, but whatever it was wasn't very clearly labeled. Before leaving the town, we stopped at an indoor/outdoor cafe (are there any other kinds of cafes in Italy/) and tried some frozen coffee drinks. They were pretty tasty, and definitely refreshing since it was close to 100 degrees that day. I am so happy that the weather is a lot nicer now and would love to take my mom to visit this town when she comes out in just a couple of weeks. (Hi, Mom!) Perhaps we'd make a trio out of the trip and visit Arqua Petrarca, Villa Scermina, and the town of Montagnana. I think they're relatively close to each other and small enough that it would make a great day trip without feeling too rushed.

Disneyland Paris

One of the reasons we elected to stay outside of the city instead of finding quarters more accessible to the museums and historical sites (and, let's face it, plain old tourist traps) was to have easy access to Disneyland Paris. Well, the main reason was so that we could stay at the awesome Marriott but Disney was definitely a consideration. Just think, I'd been to Florida dozens of times and never made it to Disney! I lived in California for three years and never visited the Happiest Place on Earth! For shame, Elaine, for shame. After we got married, Tony and I took a brief couple of days in Orlando before coming to Italy. We discussed Universal vs. Disney and I ultimately picked Universal Studios. Because Harry Potter, duh. 

Anyway, I had pretty high expectations of Euro Disney, but I was a little disappointed. It was somehow a little smaller than I expected, but that didn't stop us from having fun. There are two parks (Disneyland Park and Walt Disney Studios Park), and we lucked out with a sweet military discount that allowed us to get a two-day pass to both parks for basically what we'd otherwise pay for a one-day, one-park pass. (FYI, each military member can access this deal and sponsor on up to four other persons. We used Tony's ID in case I go back, or we want to take advantage of the military discount stateside before the end of this calendar year. A distinct possibility over the Christmas holidays.) We drove to the park on a Monday, and I was wide-eyed and bushy-tailed on our way in. We got a great parking spot (and promptly forgot where we parked), and I think I snapped about a hundred pictures of all the various "Welcome to Disneyland" signs. I admit I was surprised how crowded it was, though in retrospect I suppose I shouldn't have been. School was out for the summer, and I imagine many people taking a three-day weekend might just as easily elect to take a Monday off as a Friday. The crowds were not the worst I've seen though, and lines were bearable. We did choose to enter the single-rider line on more than one occasion though, which didn't bother us in the slightest. Five-minute wait instead of 45? And all I have to do is NOT sit next to my spouse for the two-minute ride? Okay, it's a deal. 

One complaint about both parks is that the layouts were a bit confusing and the signage was pretty darn minimal. It was hard to find the bathrooms, and there weren't a whole lot of food options. Many of the vendor carts were closed for the day. I was excited about the Ratatouille ride, but it was closed for maintenance when we went. We did eat at the Ratatouille restaurant though - Bistrot Chez Remy - and it was one area where Disney's legendary attention-to-detail paid off. We walked in and crossed a line an suddenly everything was rat-scaled. The tiny floor tiles grew enormous, we sat on chairs shaped like champagne bottle toppers, the tables had those paper tropical drink umbrellas over them (papier mache and human-sized, of course), and the ceiling was covered in enormous vines. Our tables were matchbook covers and the space dividers were giant plates, and we each got ratatouille and it was delicious. Tony had never seen the movie and it had been a while for me, so we later went and watched it. The restaurant was just like the restaurant in the movie!!! And if you're curious, Tony enjoyed the movie, too. 

Inside the Bistrot Chez Remy at Disneyland Paris, photo from their website

We did hit both parks in one day, and pretty much decided that was sufficient time to see everything and do what we wanted to do. However, we found ourselves at loose ends later in the week and went back to have dinner at Planet Hollywood and enter the park a couple hours before closing time. The service was abysmal and the food was mediocre, and that's all I'll say about Planet Hollywood. But I'm so happy we went back! We rode the Hollywood Hotel Tower of Terror (or whatever it's called) ride again, and my hair stood straight up again, and it was fun again. We also got to ride the Finding Nemo ride and the Ratatouille ride, both of which we'd missed the first time, so it was worth it to go back just for those. The Nemo ride was cute, but I think of everything we did at Disney, the Ratatouille ride was my overall favorite. It's a 3D ride and not a roller coaster, and is based on the scene from the movie where Remy first enters the restaurant kitchen and has to dart between the wheels of rolling carts, narrowly escape flaming gas jets and clumsy feet, etc. This ride was so realistic I actually felt like a rat running through a kitchen. And bonus: when we got out of the ride, there was a magic window into the back side of the real Disney restaurant! Just such a lovely touch. 

One park closed at 9pm, and in fact when we got off the last ride (Hotel Tower of Hollywood Torture, or whatever it's called) all the staff members were lined up ushering us straight out. Since the closing festivities were advertised as "shortly after park closing," we decided to stay for that, since I'd never done it before and my husband assures me one cannot have the full and complete Disney experience without partaking in them. On the one hand, I'm glad we stayed, because it was fantastic. On the other hand, "shortly after park closing" is Disney code for "two hours later." Ugh. It kept us out much later than we planned, but I think overall it was worth it. We parked out along the edge of a street and staked out a claim on a fence rail, so we could lean and sit, which was a stroke of accidental genius considering how long we waited and leaned and sat. FINALLY, the show started, and it was a sweet mix of French and English. Peter Pan lost his shadow and chased him through all sorts of Disney movie scenes magically projected onto Sleeping Beauty's castle, and the water show was 10x better than Bellagio's in Vegas! A little cheesy, but it put a big grin on my face and I was happy to experience the magic of Disney with my husband. Next up, Epcot! No, seriously, I really want to go when I'm in Florida this December. Who's with me?

Road Trip to France

In just a few short weeks, we will hit the halfway point of Tony's tour in Italy. Deny, deny, deny. It's hard to believe time is flying by so quickly, and we will be on the downhill stretch come October. I keep saying that the list of places to visit and things to do keeps getting longer and longer, and the time in which to do those things just gets shorter and shorter. Not only do I not want to leave Italy, but I don't even want to THINK about leaving Italy. However, I want to maximize our time here and so that means I do a fair amount of both dreaming and planning. Earlier this spring, around our one-year mark and just before a long-ish deployment, I asked Tony to think really hard about what his top trips would be. He definitely does not get to experience Italy the way I do, and while he graciously says, "At least one of us gets to enjoy it," I wanted to make sure we are able to check some things off of his list. His requests? Rome, Paris, and a tour of Ireland. 

Originally I thought we'd be able to visit Rome together when my mom comes to visit, but he will still be gone during that time frame. Oh well, it just means my fun adventure with my mom will also be a scouting trip for Tony! I'm not sure when we'll be able to visit Ireland, but we were able to head to France together earlier this summer. It was a timing fluke, since we weren't supposed to see each other again until the fall, but it actually worked out perfectly for us to spend some quality time together after I got back from my six-week trip to the States. Well, things didn't work out exactly according to plan since I have abysmal travel luck, but it was still a good opportunity for us to vacate the premises and have a nice little vacay. I was supposed to arrive at 0900 on Thursday morning, take the car to get fixed at 1000 morning (since I was hand-carrying the correct parts with me from Florida), and depart for France around 0700 morning. I got delayed in New Jersey for a little over 24 hours, so I didn't arrive in Venice until morning and didn't get back to Vicenza until after lunch. I picked up the rental car around 1500 and headed home to a) eat b) nap and c) unpack/pack. 

We hit the road in our trusty little rental car around 0730 morning for what we expected to be a ten-hour drive. Ha! HA HA HA HA! Our trusty little rental car ended up being not so trusty, pulling the exact same damn trick that our Honda has been pulling for the last 8 months: it randomly shut off while driving. Tony had the first leg of driving, and I didn't even notice anything was wrong until he started pulling over onto the shoulder. Of the highway. Where we'd been traveling at about 130 kilometers per hour. It was a really strange sense of deja vu, truth be told. We sat on the shoulder for a minute in stunned disbelief, and I started shuffling for the rental agreement to get some phone numbers from it while Tony attempted to re-start the car. It worked, so we cautiously decided to keep going. About five minutes later, the car did the same thing, so we had confirmation that something was egregiously wrong. I called the rental office and said we had a problem, and he directed us to roadside assistance and assured us they would be able to speak English. Meanwhile, Tony turned to Ye Olde Google and determined there was another rental office about 6km away, so we decided to see if the car would get us that far and hopefully save some time swapping out cars instead of waiting for a tow truck. We were somewhere to the west of Verona, and we could see Lake Garda, but I have no idea what small town we wound up in. Fortunately, the agency was open and there were no other customers, so we were immediately able to explain the problem and start working on a solution. The very kind lady said she only had one car available - a Smart Car - but if we wanted to go back to Verona they'd probably be able to give us something a little larger. We elected to take the Smart Car, and I am immensely grateful that we didn't pack our golf clubs or an ice chest, because our stuff barely fit as it was! We had to Tetris it in the car and even the difference in seat settings to account for Tony's height versus mine had a huge impact on available storage space. We had two boxes of audio cds from the library that we ended up cramming under one of the seats because there was nowhere else to put them. And of course the new car didn't have a cd player, so there went that plan out the window! Oh well, c'est la vie. All in all, we only lost a little more than an hour. Onward!

When we left Italy, we were in the midst of a heat wave that seemed to last all summer. It didn't dip much below 97 degrees until mid-August. We really didn't get much of a break on our road trip until we reached the mountains, but it was noticeable and we were appreciative. We had to wait in line to go through a tunnel (with a ridiculous 40 Euro toll!) at the border, and we shut the engine off and continued listening to an audiobook via Bluetooth. God bless modern technology, y'all. We rolled the windows down and did a bit of people-watching while we waited. There were gondolas running up and down the mountain, we had a nice view of a waterfall, and we saw many people shredding downhill on mountain bikes. Turns out that area is part of a big national (or international) park. It was actually quite pleasant, and we only had to wait about 40 minutes or so. I guess they close the tunnel for an hour or so for traffic in each direction around mid-day for construction, and we hit it right in the middle of the closure. Already, we lost more than two hours on our road trip, but fortunately we didn't have any first-day plans in France. We didn't know before we entered how long it is, but it turns out the Mont Blanc Tunnel is over 11km long! There are signs and lights everywhere warning everyone to keep proper spacing  and not to drive too fast. No big deal in the summer time, but I'm sure in the winter icing can be a problem.

Our sweet little vacation cottage

Once we crossed the mountains, the weather was just about perfect for the entirety of our trip. It was easily twenty degrees cooler in France than Italy. Just think of all the money we saved on our summer utility bill! :P We elected to use some Marriott points, and stayed outside of Paris near Disney. I think it was about 25 miles to Paris and only a five-minute drive to Disney, and we were very happy with the location. I kind of wish we had at least one night in the city to save on the commute time, but the public transit was so easy it didn't end up being a really big deal. The Marriott was mostly a timeshare type village, which was pretty awesome. We basically had a whole cottage all to ourselves, and it overlooked a sweet little garden with lots of lavender and roses and other flowers. Many of them were blooming, but I bet it was even more amazing in the spring. In the distance we could see a little pond and a golf course, and we had easy access to the main building with its bistro, market, pool, and ping pong tables. There was a gym, but we didn't use it once the whole vacation. (We did use the pool, hot tubs, and sauna though.) We were so late getting in that we just opted to eat in the on-site bistro for dinner. After a fourteen-hour road trip we were ready to eat and crash. 

View from our balcony

Our first full day we took it easy and explored the hotel and enjoyed the pool. We also went to the market to pick up some food. This time we actually remembered to pack some spices, olive oil, and other basics for cooking, but were pleasantly surprised by the well-stocked welcome kit in our townhouse. We were able to pick up vegetables and breakfast supplies at the market for decent prices, though after the first day we bought those kinds of things at the grocery store in town. We bought several bottles of wine on site, too, and the markups were pretty reasonable. Even though we had some good wines on our trip, I have to say I prefer Italian wines over French ones. I am biased, of course.

That's all for today. Next up: my first-ever Disney theme park experience!