Tuesday, December 4, 2012

4 Dec 2012 Return to Firenze and an evening at Teatro della Pergola


Tuesday morning.  7.55 exactly and the train to Parma has departed, with me on it. The next connection at 8.53 is worrisome. There, I transfer to Bologna and if all goes well from Bologna to Firenze at 10.23. I'm not worried a bit. Trains are easy for me. It's the pesky luggage which slows me down.

This morning Rosa took me to the station. Change of plans because she was able to fall asleep early. She drives to work today and then directly to Crema for a meeting on security.

Marina had my favorite focaccia and orange juice breakfast out for me. They shake their heads that I get up at 6 to be ready by 7.16.  I hate to travel without clean hair and clothes. The routine is necessary.

While driving with Rosa the phone rang. Who could it be this early? Primo's voice boomed through radio speakers of the car. He was so sorry he missed a goodbye this morning. He wished me safe travels and Buon Natale (Merry Christmas).  "Say hi to your mom and your sons."

I made a promise to do three things yesterday. One, next time I will stay longer. Two, Marta and I both were looking for someone to Skype for conversation. But we have each other. We're going to work out a schedule, trying for once a week. She says she hasn't spoken English extensively since May when I was here. I need the same Italian practice. Three, I'm making Christmas stockings for everyone.

When I buy my train tickets from the automated dispenser, I always take pictures of the screens with my iPhone.  It's the perfect way to keep track of connection times.



This is the small local train which carries students on their run to school. One elderly man just boarded, but the train is packed with students. There are only three carriages. We're traveling through flat, green farmland, with overcast skies.



9.07 and pulling into Parma.  We're 10 minutes late.  I had hoped to arrive in Bologna in one hour. I might be missing the planned connection.

A nice African man got bag took my bag off the train and I saw him waiting for me at the stairs, even though I had delayed to look at the paper departures schedule, checking the 8:58 train. He took the bag down for me then quickly left. I could only call out Grazie Mille!  



On the steps going up to Binario 4 a boy spotted me and ran down. A gypsy for sure because he asked for a donation. With this 50 pound bag I was happy to do it. I had pre-counted money in my pocket.  Surprise, I'm on a train to Bologna!  It was late in arriving, so I'm back on schedule.

I have an hour to relax while the train speeds along. I'm reading the cookbook 'Il menu di Benedetta' by Benedetta Parodi. Marta gave me this, her copy! She said the recipes were too everyday for her. I'm going to send Marta my recipe for white clam chowder.  I still need to get the recipe from Laura for pasta alla carbonara with shrimps.

We all feel such joy trying and trading new recipes and keeping the best as our rotating 'keepers'.

I enjoy looking over the clothes as the women exit and enter the train. A scarf here is a necessary accessory in these cold days. Sometimes people in the US ask me how to drape a scarf. The only secret I know is to wear it confidently and not be self conscience. Wrap it any way you like, then forget it. Wear it like you love it.

Two gypsies just came through within 10 minutes of each other. The first made an announcement at the carriage door. The second left little notes which said the same exact pleadings as always. The words have never changed over the years. Only a new traveler will believe them. (I am poor with two babies, without a house or work. Help my family with a little money for love of God. Thank you and may God protect you.)


Two girls and a dog are now my travel companions. The little white miniature looks like a seasoned traveler.


Bologna! I'm on the train to SMN even though we arrived from Parma a little late. This is the La FrecciarArgento, the fast train with reserved seats. However, if ones knows there are no stops in between Bologna and Firenze, take an empty seat if two business people are deep in discussion of a spreadsheet, and your window seat is inaccessible.  I'm not stressed. The conductor doesn't mind either.


I also have WiFi! With a strong signal too. Except of course, in the tunnels approaching Firenze. The trip is so fast, there is hardly any time to take advantage of the valuable WiFi.

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It was pouring rain when I arrived at stazione SMN in Firenze at 11 am. A few steps outside in the rain and I decided a taxi fare would be worth it. It was only 6€ to the hotel. 

There's still construction around Piazza Santa Trinità in front of Ferragamo. The taxi driver wasn't sure how to get me there...he knew Borgo Santi Apostoli was closed to through traffic. I told him it was fine to just leave me off near the river. There are two covered alleyways from the Arno. I took one and made the short walk in. 

Alessio and Asumi brought me my bags, which I had left with them at the hotel. They always wonder if this time, can I do it?  Can I pack it all? Will I be under-weight for my return flight? Since I carry a travel scale with me, I never worry about being surprised at the airport.  But I do worry a little about packing it all.

The suitcase was wet, so I unpacked everything in all the bags and sorted stuff by weight and dirty/clean clothes, on the floor. I opened the suitcase and left it by the radiator so it would dry while I was out for the evening.



Then, I went out for the rest of the day.

I really wanted to see the Marilyn Monroe exhibit at Ferragamo Museo, but it was closed for a private tour. I walked in because the door was open, but I heard "Signora, il museo e' chiuso!"  Nice to understand the admonishment.  But I was disappointed. 



I walked to Santa Maria Novella Farmacia. Walking down this street, I wonder how many tourists pass right by the blue awning.  It would be so easy to miss this treasure.





The Farmacia was remodeled in July, with some new rooms added. I was happy to find the announcement still posted on an outside wall.


Then, knowing the shortcut to Borgo San Lorenzo, I checked the Cappelle Medicee, but it too was closed. It's open on Wednesday, until 1.30.


I was hungry and thirsty.  I walked to Venchi. The cup of pistachio and chocolate was refreshing. Needed to save my appetite for 7.00 for pizza and then the theater, with my new friend Anamaria. We coordinated by email to meet at Pizzaiuolo. I got there a bit early and went in and discovered they don't open until 7.

Anamaria had sent me this link:

When Anamaria arrived, we decided to walk down Corso, to pass the time.  We spent 20 minutes looking around a housewares store. She has baggage overweight concerns too.  She cannot buy anything else because she's flying to London and then to Africa to join her family.

We wandered into a Herbal Shop and we each bought hand lotion. The one I selected is made from all natural ingredients and violet oil.

At 7.30 we arrived back at Pizzaiuolo and they asked if we had reservations. Luckily, someone remembered us from one hour back! We were seated and had the best Napolitano style piazza with hot salami, mozzarella and tomato sauce. We asked for hot pepper oil  and they brought a bowl of olive oil and crushed dried hot peppers, with a warning it was hot! Delicious, hot and good.

Anamaria and I are going to correspond. All these years, this is the first time I've met someone so similar to me. We talked about salt and spices. She collects spices during her travels so she can recreate some of her favorite foods. In Africa, she cooks mostly vegetarian. She told me black salt is great for the skin. I need to research.

At 8.45 we asked for the bill. We had been seated in an alcove, sort of isolated from the main room. Leaving, we could hardly squeeze out. The place was packed solid, with people waiting outside to get in. Reservations are definitely required here! It's a popular place for the locals.


We quickly walked to the Teatro della Pergola to see if tickets for the performance of Moscheta were available. The theater is located on the street just to the right of Santa Maria Nuova Ospedale. As soon as we turned into the street, I recognized it ! One night Alessandro walked me here to just go into the lobby.

For 20€ each, Anamaria and I had seats in a box on the second level with a direct view of the stage. We both agreed it was worth the money. We were, the only non Italians in the audience. I was surprised to to see the theater only half full. This showing runs only 4-9 December.




 

Surprisingly, we were able to follow the plot of this five act play.  Anamaria and I both decided this is an activity which we each need to repeat on future trips to Firenze.  The cost was reasonable and the experience was breath-taking.

Copied from Flo-'N the Go:

The sixteenth-century Italian comedy, La Moscheta, by Ruzante will have the audience dissolving in laughter from Tuesday to Sunday, December 4 to 9 at Teatro della Pergola. The play, written between 1527 and 1531, is about disguises, infidelity, and sensuality during the war between Italy and the combined forces of the French and Spanish. Ruzante, the main character, hopes to catch his wife in an affair by donning a costume and attempting to hoodwink her; however, his wife, Betia, sees through his disguise and, for vendetta, betrays her husband with his friend, Menato.
This rich comedy will begin at 8:45 pm, with the exception of the Sunday performance, which will commence at 3:45 pm.
Teatro della Pergola is located on Via della Pergola, 12/32.

At 11.00 the show ended. We walked to Anamaria's residence, which was only a few blocks away. From there, I strolled back to my hotel, taking pictures along the way. The night was clear and rainless.

 
 




Monday, December 3, 2012

3 Dec 2012, Monday in Cremona

I woke up at 8 (in Marina/Primo's home). Marta had just arrived with Baby G. She teaches today from 9-11 and again from 2-3. From this apartment, she can walk to and from school in only 5 minutes.

Marina loves having the baby here. Marta can still nurse. It works out well for everyone. She works 13 hours a week. This month she's just returned back to the classroom since being on maternity leave since the last of May. 

Marina and I walked Baby G in his buggy this morning. We dropped off the dozen muffin paper sets which I brought from the US for Maria, former high school teacher of English here in Cremona. Now she is a private tutor.

Maria loves to make muffins, which are not that common here. We buzzed at the outside door and she came down the elevator because Marina did not want to struggle with the stroller to enter the building. Plus, the baby is now dressed for outdoors.

It is cold today. Baby G was nicely contained in a snowsuit. This morning, Marina had to lay him on the dining room table to squeeze him into it. It was so fun to watch. Marina now tolerates my constant picture taking.I just need to capture these everyday events. I've promised not to publish family faces.

Leaving Maria, we walked to the bakery to get fresh bread. Our next stop was Anna. For many years, she has helped Marina clean house and care for Nonna, Primo's late mother and for Nonno, Marina's late father, when he visited from Strevi. We buzzed Anna's name from the outdoor array of call buttons. When she came down and out the street door, she was so surprised to see me standing there, holding a box of her favorite See's candy. Marina also had brought her pizza from our dinner last night. I met Anna's son, who had driven by for a visit. He had attended school with Marta.
 
Later at home, Rosa told me, Marina always saves a pizza for Anna, because her son does not buy it for her. I also discovered Anna, who works so hard as a house cleaner and appears to be very poor, has been a widow for years.  She raised two children who both graduated from university and have successful careers. Over the years, I've encountered Anna on her bicycle, as she travels about the city. I always bring her a box of See's soft centered chocolates.

As we walked home, a man approached us and began speaking seriously and very quickly.  Marina repeated what he had said, more slowly after he moved away. He took one look at our glowingly healthy Baby G and said, he had just returned from an island near Mauritania and the babies there are dying of starvation. He just had to tell us. So sad. Harsh conditions so close to Italy.

I took a walk to Coop supermercato to pick up a few items on my list: pasta di Sardegnia, chocolates, bath sponges and Alice cooking magazine for the train tomorrow.

For lunch Primo came home as he always does. We had both ravioli and gnocchi. Sliced salami next. Followed by leftover apple strudel.


At 2 Marta and I took the car to SuperCoop, which to me is such a treat. I love looking at everything, whole legs of prosciutto, cases of cheese, breads, vegetables, including radicchio which is so expensive in the US. Here it's as common as lettuce. We dropped off groceries at her house and I took a jar of Marta's amarena cherries. She kept the distinctive jar to store her tea.

Even the apples look artistic to me. I'm hopelessly in love.


I need to definitely regroup my bags tomorrow. I don't have that much, but Marina told me the bottle of olive oil weighs one kilo. The things I like and crave are heavy.

Here I am in the underground tunnel, which connects the garage to the elevator.  I'm bringing in groceries and dry cleaning. The family shares in erands.  Marta and I picked up Marina's dry cleaning while we were at SuperCoop.


At 6.00 we watched a live program from Lourdes in France. I think it's a rosary, not mass, because I've attended services like this before, but at a neighborhood church. Both Marina and Primo interacted with the live broadcast.


I went across the hall to visit Rosa for a hour. Dinner is not served until 8. Around 7 Mario arrived to help Mattia hang a mirror.

It was so much fun to watch the process. Tool boxes and drill ready, there was a lot of discussion where to hang it. Then Primo arrived. Standing on the bed, Rosa decided she needed Marta's opinion. Marta arrived, with Baby G balanced on her hip. A few minutes later, Marina joined us. I was taking pictures the whole time. I love watching these interactions. Fascinating really.

At last the mirror was hung in the entry instead of in the bedroom and the discussion turned to its levelness. The women used their eyes to judge, Mario his tape measure and Mattia, with his miniature level. Finally with consensus reached, all tools were put away and we all shifted back to the other apartment.



We started dinner with vegetable soup, which is not at all like the US version. The second course was a plate with arugula, cheese and thinly sliced very lean mocetta. It was delicious and I've just discovered it is goat. Take three or four slices of mocetta and drizzle a little olive oil, then a bit of lemon juice. Top with a handful of arugula. Yumm.  Dessert was panettone, which tastes fresh here. Those sold in the US are stale!



There was a quick discussion about cars and who was taking me to the train station tomorrow morning. I got the gist of the conversation but not the outcome. Only that Rosa would have to find a parking space outside tonight. Mattia will take me with the car, at 7.15 tomorrow morning.

My bag is just as heavy as when I arrived. I'm overweight! I just know I am. I'll have to deal with it tomorrow in Firenze.  For now I'm going to enjoy a nice sleep in this peaceful house.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

2 Dec 2012 Sunday in Cremona

I slept so wonderfully, only waking at 8.15 because my alarm went off. At 9.15 I was supposed to knock at Rosa's door but it was 9.30 when I finally was ready. It feels so good to have no schedule. I had focaccia with a glass of orange juice for la colazione (breakfast).

Mattia left for mass with his guitar, 15 minutes early.  Rosa and I followed. It takes 5 minutes on foot to arrive.

After twenty years Don Attillio, our family priest, has been transferred to small village,  Vescovato, 20 minutes away by car. Luckily he was still here to baptize Baby G.

The girls are really missing him. Church does not seem the same. The new guy has only been here two months. Apparently there were some politics involved in this transfer. Some were happy to see him go. But not us !!

Marina told me we can go see him when I come in the spring and it's ok to bring him See's Candy. I don't know why I never brought him See's before.

We spent the whole day at home. Rosa ironed and we talked. Noon began to approach. I then knew I had understood correctly last night. Today is Mario's birthday and they not we are going to his parents for lunch. I was invited but Rosa wanted time to spend together because she works during the week. I was very happy to spend a Sunday with her! We get so little time together and only twice a year.

With Rosa's new kitchen, I can sit across from her as she cooks. She made Melanzana alla Napolitano, which I recognized as a dish Alessandro made for me, but I had no recipe. It was just as good as I remembered.

Melanzana alla Napolitano~~
Peel an eggplant and slice it into 1/4 inch slices. Heat up an iron grill pan. Cook in both sides, making the grill marks, but also cooking. Layer in a small dish. Over each layer sprinkle a little salt, olive oil and red or white wine vinegar. Can add oregano or garlic. Serve at room temperature or chilled.






For lunch, Mattia, Rosa and I had pasta with tuna, capers and tomato sauce. Then, using a fresh plate, we had hot bread, slathered with stracchino soft cheese. The entire dish of eggplant we three devoured. 





As Rosa cleaned the kitchen, Mattia showed me the website where he works. An idea was born one afternoon and has now grown. The Caritas counselors there were pondering what other types of activities could they setup for the boys in their care.  These young men are immigrants who have been pulled off the streets. With church and state assistance they will become productive, educated Italian citizens and not living desperate lives. 

The idea of animals came up. Pet Therapy.  Donkeys were finally the chosen animal. Their empathetic dispositions are perfect for boys in this situation. The boys have even built huts for their donkeys on their property, behind the building which houses the main and original program. 

Daily chores caring for the donkeys gives them responsibilities and they have fallen in love with these animals. They now have a donkey expert on staff and a nearby vet donates his services because he likes what is happening here. So much more than they expected. 


Two one evening Mattia was talking about the project to Rosa. She said her agency would be interested in bringing their group of disabled adults for a field trip. Now those adults visit once a week. The young immigrant men help with those visits and have developed affection and understanding for the disabled visitors. 

Marina and Primo have arrived home, bringing an apple strudel from their vacation town.  We took the pizza dough Rosa had rising all day across the hall to their apartment and made pizza for everyone, including Marta and Mario who have arrived with Baby G.  This is the best pizza (and family) in the whole world!








As we ate the strudel, I noticed a new ring on Marta's finger.  How romantic!! Mario gave it to her for the birth of their first child.





Saturday, December 1, 2012

1 Dec 2012, Saturday to Cremona


At 6.30 am,  I left three full shopping bags of purchases in my hotel room and quietly left the room key on the front desk. My bag was extra heavy with a bottle of fresh Tuscan olive oil from Borgo San Lorenzo. I can never think of a good gift for Marina in America, so I choose something from Tuscany, which always pleases her. I also have a bag of regional dried hot peppers.

Alessio heard me unlatch the front door and came out to carry the bag down. We had to do a little dance at the bottom of the stairs, at the first doors, the glass apartment ones. He had no key and didn't want to use the buzzer to wake up Asumi. Once outside the glass doors, I then unlatched and pulled open the external heavy wooden doors.  This outside set of doors is normally left open from 8-8 daily. After that, one must use a set if keys or call from a cell phone to enter. Also, the floor in this public area is washed every morning around 8.30. I passed by the man doing this in my way to school this week. Here, cleanliness is as necessary as eating and sleeping.

I forgot to mention that every morning, the shop keepers wash their own windows. The floors are done at night, just after closing by the commesse (shop clerks). Sometimes I bump my head right into glass store front windows,  not realizing there is glass.

So, as I walked down Via Tornabuoni at 6.30, windows were being washed as business people walked to work. Some joggers were out. It's a short 15 minute walk to SMN Stazione.

I located the train for Bologna, which was already at the binario. The walk to car 9 did take more than a few minutes. This is the fast train to Milano/Bologna.  We depart at 7.21 and arrive at 7.58.  Almost a bullet  train. Seats are reserved. I have to be really careful not to fall asleep! I'd wake up in Milano.

We made the connection on time Bologna to Fidenza. 8.24 to 9.33.

Holding my  validated ticket between my teeth, I began to descend the first set of steps. I had only struggled with two steps when a young African picked up the bottom of my bag and together we carried it to the bottom. Then suddenly he turned and ran back up the stairs. I called out Thank you! You're and angel. He never turned around. 
I had put a 5€ note and several 1€ coins in my jeans pocket, hoping to find a gypsy to take the bag both down and up. He found me of course, at the bottom of the ascending stairs.   He carried the bag up to the platform, took the 5€ and then said dieci  (10). I acted confused and pulled out 1€ coin. And that was all I was prepared to offer. He smiled and thanked me. 

 While on the train, I saw the signs for the ascensore (elevator) and took a picture to remember its location. Next time and I can choose the elevator or the gypsy, based on available time. 
 
 
  
I texted Rosa and Marta from each successful boarding.  One more train to go... This is the connection with the shortest time to make the transfer.  The Bologna train should arrive in Fidenza at 9.33, plenty of time to get to the departing Cremona train at 9.47. That would mean getting off the train with a 55 pound suitcase and going down one set of stairs, walking through the underground tunnel to the last set of stairs and dragging, pulling the bag up to the platform. 

When we pulled in to Fidenza, the Cremona train was sitting right there in plain sight. I had no need to check the binario number. I started down the stairs, when I encountered a ragazzo (teenager) carrying a plastic covered, life sized yellow teddy bear, which was holding a red heart. He handed me the bear and he took the suitcase. At the bottom of the stairs, in the underground corridor, he took back his bear and raced to the Cremona stairs. I was thinking, oh no, he knows the train is about to depart. He didn't notice I was headed in the same direction. I didn't waste a second to check my watch. I hurried as fast as I could. At the stairs, with shear will I carried that bag. No time for dragging. As always, I was wearing my movers' back brace. 
 At top of the stairs, on the platform, the boy looked back at me in surprise. He hadn't yet gotten on the train. He was busy discarding the plastic wrapping on the bear. He climbed onto the train and I followed. We were the last to board. We joined four or five travelers already seated. He positioned the bear in the seat across from him.  I took a picture. 



As the train departed, I called Marta and told her in Italian that I had not missed the train because a nice young man had helped me. Like any teenager of that age, he was a little embarrassed but I wanted him to know I was so appreciative. 
At 10.19 I arrived in Cremona. We had been on time for all transfers! 
The doors open and I began to pull the bag off the train, when a big hand came around and took its handle. I looked up to see Mario!! 

We hugged and I followed him to the car and within a few minutes we were home. There was Marta, at the top of the stairs, where I had last seen her incinta (pregnant). Now Baby Boy G is three months old. 

I hugged, cuddled and rocked our sweet baby all day. He makes eye contact and smiles. Mario watched him twice, as we ran out to shop. We were only gone 20 minutes each trip. Everything is within walking distance.  
Rosa and Mattia have been at the hospital since 8,30. Mattia has been struggling with a medical issue. He's been careful with his diet since last May when I was here. Today they will determine if he needs surgery. Rosa called to keep us updated. 

Marta made a delicious lunch of pasta with pancetta and tomatoes, followed by lettuce, tomato wedges and sliced Proscuito which was not truly Proscuito but Culatello, which is more expensive, lighter and more delicate. For dessert, a crostata Marta had made with adorable baby theme cut-outs.



 


After lunch we all took turns holding Baby G.  He's adorable of course! But he's also very calm and wasn't afraid of me. He's three months old, holds eye contact and smiles.  He goo goos and is actively moving his arms and legs. When we drove the short distance to visit Mattia and Rosa, he held onto my finger tightly, from his car seat. 


I moved my luggage first from Mario's car, to Rosa's apartment and then to Marina and Primo's apartment. Rosa and I drove to Cremona Due for grocery shopping. These shopping trips are one of the highpoints of my trip!  On my list was Pane Sardo (Sardegnian bread), Nutella, and Perugina chocolates.  Rosa and I take our time, with no one rushing us.  Up and down each aisle.  No pictures are allowed here, unfortunately.

I picked up a bag of pistachios for my flight home and a little birthday gift for Mario: 25 little windows of chocolate to start the countdown for Christmas. 
I need to be careful buying now because I'm approaching my weight limit. The bags I left in Firenze weigh 20 kilo. I can take two bags on Air France, each weighing 23 kilo. Of course, I have to pay for the second bag.  Cost is about $60 and worth it.

Primo and Marina are still out of town enjoying the luxurious weekend getaway Primo won playing golf. For dinner, Rosa cooked pasta for Mattia and salad, rosemary fried potatoes with roasted chicken from Cremona Due for the rest of us. She's had a long day and Mattia, although better, still looks peaked after those tests. He needed to eat and he did.




Afternoon mass is always a treat for me.  I attended with Rosa and had a short visit with my favorite Santa Rita.  I lit a candle for Alessandro, as I always do.





At CremonaDue, Rosa and I somehow had managed to squeeze an over sized box, containing a fabulous clothes drying rack, into the car.  Mattia assembled its rolling legs while waiting for dinner. I took pictures. I need to check for availability of a rack like this. I WANT one.  I may need to order one and have it shipped next trip. 




  

At 9pm everyone was tired.  I crossed over to Primo and Marina's apartment to spend the night. 

Buona Notte