A real Pisa Italy

Pisa was one of those silly touristy things that I knew I was going to do and felt a little guilty about it.

Everyone knows about The Leaning Tower, but almost no one knows about anything else that goes on there. For good reason, I suppose. Just why the heck is it leaning?

It’s Science!

The tour operators can fill you in on the details and physics, but one thing to note is that there are only a certain amount of people allowed in the tower at a time due to it’s precarious placement and somewhat narrow walkways.

While I did not venture far from the tower itself, I have to say that there are some cool sights in the same area that you should check out while you are waiting for your time slot to enter the tower. Take a quick visual tour, the pack a great traveling partner and GO!

Wrap Up:

Pisa public transportation is well marked. take the LAM red line from across the street of the main train station or airport. It drops you right at the tower. You can’t miss it.

Go to the ticket office to buy a ticket for the attractions. Ask advice from the employees on what is worth seeing.

Next, go to the tower admissions office to get a time slot and check any backpack you may have, as bags are not allowed in the tower.

Wander. Take a look around and have fun.

Check return train times to your hotel if you are making Pisa a day trip. TrenItalia is dependable, but doesn’t run as often as some would like.

Tuscany: Now you’re cooking!

Tuscan food is celebrated, and for good reason: it is delicious!

Florence is an excellent base for getting into this sort of thing if you are interested in it as it is near so much of the Tuscan countryside and home to a number of great cooking schools.

Being the cheapskates that we are, Jo and I found the least expensive one in town and tried it out. It was so good, I went back again a week later with my lovely companion, Paula.

Tavola is an Italian word that describes a table set with food. By the end of the night, I can see why they named the school as such.

Each night that there are different classes held at the school for different types of dinner: four courses, pizza and gelato, pasta, whatever the chefs feel like putting together.The place is usually swimming with tourists and it makes for an interesting night of conversation as well as delicious food.

Among the dishes we made were salami dulce, ravioli, pizza, focaccia, gelato, biscotti, and risotto. It wasn’t even all about the food as we received tons of information all night as well. It was great to have flour described in detail and really understand it and how to use it.

Remember, no matter what you are cooking, the secret ingredient is always Love. Whether you have the uniquely wonderful privilege of cooking with my friends, or you are going it solo, the human touch, that added immeasurable additive, will make all the difference.

This is why we remember weekend and holiday family dinners with such warmth. This is why dinner parties and barbecues are still favorite activities around the world. This is why homemade salsa creates friends out of strangers, and loved ones out of neighbors. Creating food is one of my favorite ways to show my love for another person; at the most basic level I am literally sustaining their life force; I am giving them life.

Buddha, a lover of food and people himself, said “If you knew what I know about the power of giving, you would not let a single meal pass without sharing it in some way.”

Maybe it isn’t as revolutionary an action as some, but I enjoy it and I love to see other people eating and enjoying something that I made. If you are in Tuscany, you could do worse things with your time than take a cooking course. I’m just saying.

“If you knew what I know about the power of giving, you would not let a single meal pass without sharing it in some way.” —Buddha

Florence on Fleet Feet

Monkey Launchers can be a useful tool on the Italian rails.

The train into Florence was slower than we anticipated. For a reason still unknown to us, we stopped about 30 minutes from Florence and sat in the train for about 2 hours. This made us pretty late getting in to Florence. Luckily, I used the time to call ahead to tell the hotel that we were delayed. The owner sounded surprised and told me that our reservation wasn’t until two days hence. Problem.

Apparently when booking accommodation online, you should be doubly careful when using an iPhone as they tend to have some quirks. The owner, Marta, was cool enough to call around and find us a place with a room for the night and made arrangements to meet us the following morning. Near disaster averted.

Protip: When stranded on trains, it is good to bring along a monkey launcher. If you don’t have one, then download the Monkey Launcher game for your iPhone to help pass the time.

The Santa Maria Novella train station (SMN) in Florence is straightfroward, direct, and easy to navigate to and from; just about all you could ask for from a train station. at 11 oclock at night, it is easier just to queue for a taxi than try to find your way across town with luggage. The taxis may run a little slowly that late, but they’ll get you where you need to go.

Sojiourno Pitti is located in Piazza Pitti, on the far side of the Ponte Vecchio (Old Bridge). The place is super basic, but relatively clean and had enough space for us to squeeze into the dorms at the last minute before the staff left for the night. There is no internet, breakfast, coffee, or anything resembling a welcoming atmosphere, but as the saying goes, any port in a storm.

The next morning we made it to Afossi, right next to the Santa Maria Novella station we arrived at the night before, and were greeted by Marta, the Croatian ex-French teacher who runs the place. The room was huge and Marta was full of information. I split to get some laundry done and Jo took off in search of ice cream.

Florence was to be our base of operations for the next few days while we checked out a number of nearby locations; Pisa among them. Florence itself has a few tricks to be aware of. Order at the bar, you will save yourself some service fees. also, the tables under the canopies outside have a tourist fee associated with them. ask for the tables that aren’t an extra cost. some bars have them. If you want to get around in the city center, everything is easily walkable, but if you need to leave the old town, take the bus. You need to buy tickets at an odd ticket booth on the east side of SMN.

The statue of David is ensconced in a fancy museum, but there are two identical copies for free elsewhere in the city. One on top of Michelangelo Hill above the city and another in front of Palazzo Vecchio near the heart of the old city. The latter has a whole gallery of fantastic statues piled around it that I would recommend making the trip to go see. It’s free, so mount up.

While Joanne and I were walking around the David statue, an American woman walked up next to us, stared intently at the statue for a few seconds and then asked what we were all thinking, ” Where is his… oh wait… is that it?!”

The statue is rather disproportionate in lots of ways, but it is uniquely beautiful. That sentence describes a great many people I know. Yes, you are probably one of them.

Florence is home to a lot of great things. Take a walk. Ask questions. People will help you out. See what you find.

Wrap Up:

Plan Ahead. Florence is popular enough that you will want to book accommodation and museums well in advance.

Walk it. Florence is easily conquered on foot.

Ask about what tables and restaurants implement a stranieri tax.

If you are leaving the city center, use the bus. It’s cheap and predictable; not common in Italy.

Free are abounds. If you didn’t reserve museum spots ahead of time, just explore. The library’s ancient text section is a hidden gem!

Use Florence as a base camp to visit nearby sites. Pisa, Tuscan wineries, and Siena are easy targets. Piazza del Campo in Sienna is a day well spent, even if the races are not on.

Cinque Terre

In terms of raw atmosphere, you can’t beat Cinque Terre. These little towns, joined together by a rail line and a foot path, are all you could ask for in terms of picturesque Italian country and coast.

The towns differ quite a bit from one to the next, though my favorite is Corniglia, it has no waterfront to speak of but the view is extraordinary. It has the least amount of tourism and is the smallest of the five, leaving it with a bit more of the charm that draws people here.

For a developed country, Italy has a lack of usable internet. There seems to be a law in place that links internet traffic to a document, such as a passport or ID card. I can only assume that this is a trend that will be making its way around the world, as much of the concern surrounding internet usage deals with anonymity. I may be wrong, but only time will tell.

There are hostels in Cinque Terrre, but they are sparse and book up in advance, so plan ahead. Thought it is not the 5 star accommodation that draws people here, but rather the hiking trails between the towns and the unspeakably beautiful land and seascapes. We saw signs all over the place giving tips for hiking and got a good laugh out of the one that said no high-heels. Until we actually saw a lady hiking in high heels. Take a look, then buy your ticket.

Milan tidbits

City of fashion! I really enjoyed Milan. It was beautiful to look at and relatively easy to navigate with an extensive subway infrastructure and plenty of buses.

Upon our arrival, quite late, we had to hop a Metro across town to our hostel/apartment. Our host was less than thrilled with our midnight arrival, but he took it in stride and settled us in quickly.

Much of my initial weeks in Italy were breakneck pace keeping up with Joanne. This got me to thinking about how some people travel. There are two seeming phases of traveling abroad: consumption and maintenance. When you are traveling for a short period, you can spend the entire vacation in consumption mode; eating up the sights, cities, and fare, only to collapse and go into maintenance when you return back home.

Consumption is easy to do in the short term. One can simply be propelled forward through the days with novelty. New sights, people, languages, landmarks all fueling the desire to keep going. Deadlines, like a return flight home can truly make a person push their normal limits with the perceived need to squeeze everything in. It’s just the way things work.

On the other hand, after you have been traveling for a while, novelty takes a back seat to comfort, health, laundry; maintenance. Clothes need to be cleaned, sleep is a real currency that you cannot eternally shortchange yourself on, relationships need to be maintained and fostered. For someone like me who travels with a healthy maintenance phase, living in full bore consumption phase can be trying. Luckily, I had a travel partner who understood these things and Joanne really did her best to take it easy on me, despite her desire to simply take Italy like the Tasmanian Devil.

Milan has some great things to check out. One of them is the painting of “The Last Supper.” I never got to see it, but that is because you need to reserve a ticket some days in advance. Some things need to be planned.

The Duomo, happily, is not.

The Duomo in Milan is possibly the most aesthetically pleasing building I have seen in my adult life. In fact, the only way it could be better is if it smelled like Christmas and was covered in candy. The pictures speak for themselves, I hope.

Milan is a city of superlative quality. The buildings are magnificent. The police are always patrolling. The fashion is top notch. The city made me think of a slightly improved version of New York. If you are into doing Milan on the cheap, you could spend a well deserved day of lounging in the park at the old castle in the center of town. It will make you want to do cartwheels, then pass out on the grass.

Milan is a train ride away from Genoa, which is a ride away from the 5 cities of Cinque Terre. While Genoa gave birth to Christopher Columbus, who is not American, it wasn’t enough to necessitate a stop there to see the city on the way to Cinque Terre.

Wrap Up:

Use Mass Transit. You can buy tickets from metro and bus at any of the local tabacherie or from the ticket machines in the metro stations.

See the Duomo. On the left side is a neverending staircase that will take you up to the roof to get a better look at all the amazing architecture and some of the surrounding city.

Buy some clothes. This city really has it going on. Take a look around and pick up something new to show off when you return home.

The Verona Flyby

Two houses both alike in dignity, in fair Verona where we lay our scene…

That is all I knew about the city before I got there. And while I did make a stop by Juliet’s balcony, there is so much more to this city.

We arrived at the train station following a whirlwind of text messages between friends to meet with our volunteer guide, Massimo. Massimo had *gasp* a car! My time in private conveyance this year has been minimal. In fact, I have probably been in a car collectively less this entire year than I normally am in a week.

Massimo took us to see some beautiful things. This is really a wonderful city. We saw it from all angles, and then started walking. The people were lovely wherever we went, and it was certainly less touristy than some other places, though, there was no lack of touristy items for sale or people buying them.

The story behind Juliet is that one gains great luck, perhaps in love, from rubbing her right breast. I did my best to extract some luck out of her while Joanne shot some pictures though they all came out blurry, so I’m not sure what that says about the statue luck story.

The Arena, another landmark in Verona, is pretty nice looking from the outside, as we didn’t make it there early enough to get inside. It is supposed to be second only to the Coloseum in Rome in size and even better preserved.

What I am told is the most famous Italian wine en vogue at present, Amarone, also comes from this region. I decided to investigate that claim. I have to say, it is pretty tasty.

Massimo’s daughter, Matilda, also came out with us for a while and she is an absolute gem. If I had more time, we would have gone out riding horses, and then I would have promptly asked her to marry me. Sadly, a complete inability to find any affordable lodging in Verona meant Joanne and I had to head out to Milan later that night.

As I have said, one thing Italy taught me was the need to plan ahead in areas of high demand. It is great to be flexible and “go with the flow”, but when you don’t have a place to sleep, it hampers your ability to “flow” at all.

Massimo and Matilda were amazing hosts, even walked us in to the terminal and made sure we got the right tickets to Milan and knew what platform to catch the train at. Joanne seemed to have worn herself out and was near comatose on the train ride to Milan, giving me a little time to reflect.

Italy is a great place, but it takes time to integrate and get used to the flow of things. The language was a bigger challenge than I thought it would be and in retrospect, I would recommend starting out any extended Italian trip with an intensive language class before taking to the streets.

Wrap Up:

  • Don’t feel bad about doing a day trip to Verona, even the people that live there will agree that is often enough time.
  • If you DO have time and inclination, don’t feel bad about staying there longer. I think the city merits a commitment.
  • Don’t expect Juliet to grant any wishes.
  • TrenItalia only runs one cheap train every two hours. Check the schedule ahead of time and save yourself some money.
  • With the exception of the Castle wall overlooking the city, it is easily walkable, and the local bus serves the overlook, this is an easy backpacker town to get around in, no need for a car or taxi, though if you have a friend locally, let them drive. 🙂

The Maze: Venezia

Venice is nowhere near as smelly as people told me it would be.

It is, however, exactly as confusing as it was rumored to be. You will get lost. I got lost… every time I left the apartment.

The upside to it, is that every road leads everywhere, so you will eventually get where you were trying to go. It just may take you a day to get there.

Houda kept repeating this mantra whenever Italy was mentioned, “See Venice and die.” I don’t actually believe that it is necessary to see Venice to die or to die immediately following a visit to Venice, but I will say the city has it’s own sense of charm. Much of which was magnified by my delightful traveling companion, Joanne.

It is easy to forget that when you are wandering a warren of tiny streets looking for some shop that you are actually walking around artificial islands built a very long time ago; islands that are slowly sinking.

The big thing to remember about planning Venice is that it is effing expensive. So expensive that if you sit down it actually costs you money. No kidding.

When you walk into a cafe and order an espresso, it may cost 1-2 euro. Sitting down will cost you and additional 5-12 euro depending on the cafe and whether or not music is playing. Yes, they actually charge you for the music too.

There are very few hostels in Venice, but plenty of places renting rooms. My advice is this; just pay for it and enjoy it. The city is fun and well worth the trip. With a few exceptions.

This museum was a terrible idea. Avoid it.

There is a gelato shop in Venice and other cities named Grom. This is the holy grail of gelato shops. All natural, all delicious. There is gelato on every corner, and I swear to you, thanks to my travel companion Joanne, I have tried them all. Grom is worth walking to; especially with this scenery.

The Venice train station is pretty easy to sort out and has regular bus service to the Venice airport. Just ask the locals, they will sort you out; just be respectful.

Wrap Up:

  • Go see it, but be aware of just how expensive it is.
  • Instead of taking a gamble on the badly reviewed hostels, get a couple friends and go in on an apartment or private room somewhere.
  • Don’t sit down unless you are ready to pay the extra money. Fruit and vegetable stands are everywhere during the day. take advantage of them.
  • Don’t worry about getting lost. It is going to happen, just keep walking and you will eventually get to where you need to go.
  • Internet is expensive and WiFi is hard to come by. Take a digital break for a few days. It won’t kill you.
  • Don’t sweat paying the entry fees for the churches and museums. The true charm of Venice lies in the city itself. Take a trip to Piazza San Marcos during the day, and again late at night. You will see what I mean.

Worth the wait! (Ihope…)

So, following a small acciden in September, my laptop has been a glorified paperweight. It is now in the repair shop in Rome that *may* be able to resurrect it, but I won’t know until next week. Please excuse the interruption in service, as two weeks without a computer has put a dent in my productivity.

See you soon! Adesso!

Scotty and Berat, Albania: A winning combination

Berat: Always a good choice.

The ride to Berat was billed at 2 hours, though with stopping and picking up every straggler on the side of the road, it strung a little past 3 hours in total. Luckily, I had some great company for the ride.

Lili, yes it’s usually a girls name, and his friend Orgust spoke English quite well, and entertained me with stories of life in Albania and Berat on the drive down. Before I knew it, I was being given phone numbers, ideas on places to stay, and invitations to come see the locals in action.

Stepping off the bus in Berat, you may think the center of town looks a little unattractive. That’s because it is. This town truly has some beautiful scenes, but you need to do a little climbing to get there. The same holds true for one of my favorite hostels, Berat Backpackers; walk over the bridge from La Palma, past Antigoni, and down a winding road.

Scotty from Newcastle has spent the last 3 years in Albania while he purchased and maintained his hostel. Scotty now lives nextdoor to Berat Backpackers and has a blast with his hostel, while everyone who visits has a blast hanging with Scotty. It’s a good relationship.

The whole ride down, Lili had been telling me about his friend Scotty from Newcastle. When I connected the dots, that he was in fact speaking of Scotty that owned the hostel, I mentioned his name to Scotty who promptly assured me that he had no idea of whom I was speaking.

The social life in a town like Berat is limited, and largely centered around Berat Backpackers unless you are a local. If you are a local, then you most likely go out every night for the Jiro.

The Jiro is something that I have only encountered in Albania. There is a main street where all the locals from the city go every evening after work or dinner, around 7 p.m. until 9 or 10 p.m. and everyone simply walks up and down the street.

Yes, that’s it.

Occasionally, people stop and talk to one another. The young gentlemen I was walking with made sure to inform me of the details surrounding every eligible young lady in town; things like “She is on my facebook page,” “She is a classmate of a girl I went to school with,” and “I talked to her last week.” It was refreshingly innocent and such a break from the rest of the world. An Albanian Jiro is definitely worth trying out if you are in town.

Above Berat on the hill opposite Scotty is a huge castle. It’s not necessarily tall or overly fortified, but it is expansive, and it is one of the few remaining castles in Europe that still has a population; people still live and work within the castle walls. It’s a short hike and the light at sunset can really give you something to “ooh” and “aah” at.

Ultimately, the castle held less draw for me than listening to the stories of the locals in the street and the travelers in the hostel, and the moustache cat.

One of the fun parts about Berat Backpackers was that I kept running into people I had seen in a number of other cities and countries across the Balkans!

Berat Backpackers is clean, efficient, fun, and reliable. I recommend it, and Scotty, to anyone rocking through the Balkans. You will dig it. Eventually, you will need to leave. Scotty and his staff can help you get to just about anywhere with ease, but if you need to head back to Tirana, just wander back down to the main square and jump on a bus with a Tirana sign in the window.

A mistake I keep making; settle the fare before you get on. Some of the buses will have the fare listed in the window. Some will not. I wound up paying the gringo tax on the way back and paid 400 leva instead of the 250 leva I might otherwise have paid; a total of about $1.50 extra. Buses leave at least every hour, so just show up.

Next Stop: Shkodra

Tirana, Albania: a city worth passing through

Tirana at 4 a.m. isn’t the most beautiful or friendly place. If you have the good fortune of meeting the only Muslim breakdancers in Albania, though, it may be just friendly enough to get you by.

The bus dropped us off rather unceremoniously in Tirana far too early for normal humans and we were immediately assaulted by rude obnoxiously loud “taxi” drivers trying to take my bags from me.

If you go across the intersection from where the bus drops you off, you will find ATM’s and proper yellow taxis. The challenge is communicating where you need to go when you don’t speak a language they understand. Luckily, I had my trusty Muslim Albanian breakdancers to help me sort out the cabbie and send me on my way.

Really, Tirana at any time of day isn’t the most beautiful place. If you come here, I can only recommend that you make plans to move on as quickly as possible.

I hung around the city for a day in order to get my backpack and some shorts repaired. In the interim I got to hang out with the breakdancers some more and eat a great deal of magnificent local fruits and vegetables. I decided to stick with the local fare after I saw their interpretation of pasta.

Italian seemed to be the closest second language after Albanian, which is almost a regional copy of Serbian, with German coming in third. If you are staying at the Tirana Backpackers hostel, break out your own mosquito protection. You will need it. It also may keep the dirty pussy out of your bed.

Tirana Backpackers has a local cat that likes to jump in bed with people. It is a little unkempt.

Oddly enough, for being a relatively successful hostel, noone seems to ever actually WORK at Tirana Backpackers. The thing I heard most from all the other people at the hostel was, “Does anyone work here?” If you arrive, as so many of us did, to noone answering the bell at the gate, just keep ringing it. Someone will come eventually.

Leaving Tirana was a pretty good idea. Leaving Tirana for Berat was a great idea! The bus rides to Berat are frequent and cheap. You can pay between 250 and 400 leva; the local currency. Just show up at the bus station, they run hourly or less. You can even get lucky and find some of the overly friendly Albanians to chat with on the way.