Today we were planning to rent a car to drive around Lake Garda. When we went for coffee, we saw long lines of people lined up for the Roman arena and many Pace (Peace) flags. The Pope was here!
Below is a video of Pope Francis being fawned over by nuns at San Zeno, one of the churches we visited yesterday in Verona. You can see the sepulcher of San Zeno behind its glass case.
We rented a car to drive to the lake and to various spots today, but we had to change the day several weeks ago in order to have lunch at a restaurant Sandra learned about. I called and spoke to someone, who said he would switch the days, but when we got there, our reservation was for yesterday, and there were no cars left. The man was no sympathetic or helpful and blamed me.
But persistence pays. We took a taxi to the rental car places out at the airport and rented a lovely little Fiat CinqueCento with DolceVita written on the side.
After stopping for gelato and an affogato (espresso with gelato), we continued driving north along the east side of the lake and then cut over to Rovereto and then the autostrada for a quick drive home.
It was a fun day with many steps! But also strolls and relaxing. Un bel giorno, davvero.
When we got back, we looked for articles about the Pope’s visit here and found two short videos. The first one is many nuns fawning over Pope Francis in the very site we visited yesterday with San Zeno’s polished sepulcher.
Oggi visitiamo due più chiese qui: San Zeno e San Fermo. We visited two more churches today. It’s so fun looking at art with Sandra because together we notice so much and spend the same amount of time looking at and reading about all the art and figuring out the Biblical scenes and saints.
Where to begin? Sandra and I had a cappuccino e cornetto in Piazza dell’ Erbe and then hiked up to the top of the hill on the other side of Ponte Pietra (the old Roman stone bridge) for beautiful views of the city below and the Adige River rushing below.
We went to two beautiful churches: Sant’ Anastasia and the Duomo.
After lunch I had an hour and a half private conversation lesson with Giorgia, una insegnante alla scuola che si chiama Italiano con noi. I learned so much about the history of Verona. It’s interesting that we learn a lot about the ancient Romans and the Tuscan Renaissance, but very little about the history northern Italy back in the US.
When I told her about the hidden church below the medieval church in Rome, she told me of three places with hidden Roman treasures in Verona, and so I went and got Sandra to begin our explorations. The first is on the busy shopping pedestrian street, Via Mazzini, at a Benetton store. We went to the lower floor and there, in the middle of the clothes racks, was a Roman ruin of two wells, a fountain, a mosaic floor, and a brick wall. So incredible.
Next we went to the Duomo where there was again, a paleo-Christian church beneath a church:
We had another lovely dinner at Alcova dei Frati across the street from where we stayed in 2021.
This morning we went to the third stop of our underground tour. Right off of Piazza dell’Erbe, under a restaurant that’s called Ristorante Maffie, the name of a famous, historically rich Veronan family, the hostess took us underground to see the ruins of an old Roman capidoglio or town hall.
There’s also a special table for Giuliette e Romeo!
Sandra and I met at the train station. Rather than spending a night in Rome, Sandra likes to power through and did an amazing job. It was so fun to see her over here!
We rode the train to Verona and sat across from a lovely couple with a one-year-old named Celeste. The mother was Laura, and we had fun talking in Italian. They gave us tips for our trip to Lago Garda on Saturday.
When we arrived, we took a short taxi ride to our apartment. I told driver it was “vicino al Colosseo” e lui mi ha risposto. “the Colosseum is in Rome! This is l’Arena!” Taking exaggerated umbrage. The arena was also built by the ancient Romans.
It rained all day, but we put on our raincoats and walked all around Verona, such a beautiful city. We had an aperitivo and a charcuterie at Prosciutteria in Piazza dell’Erbe, a lively place a young woman suggested, although the spritz was not up to our standards.
We walked into the beautiful church, Sant’ Anastasia, but they soon rang the bell to close it. Will return today. Then we crossed the Ponte Pietra, the beautiful Roman footbridge over the Fiume Adige. The bridge was destroyed by the Nazis in retreat, but the locals dove into the river to recover the stones that they could and rebuilt it.
We had a reservation at Al Pompiere, where we ate in 2022, but when we arrived, it was all closed up with newspaper on the windows. We tried to go to another place without a reservation, but we couldn’t get in. When I asked the maitre’d about Al Pompiere, he said there was a new location and called for us. Sure enough, they had our reservation. We had a lovely fish dinner and sampled the local wines. The couple on the train suggested Amarone, a vino rosso made with three types of grapes, the local specialty, and Sandra had a delicious white wine.
Sono molto emozionata e molto grata essere qui a Roma!
Dopo un pisolino (after a nap), ho fatto una passeggiata alla Fontana dell’ Acqua Paola con un bella vista panoramica di Roma.
Next I followed some advice for hidden gems in Rome that I saw on Instagram. It was so great. I went to this church I’ve passed many times before to discover it’s the third oldest church in Rome: La Basilica Sotterranea di San Crisogono in Trastevere.
It dates from the 4th century but was completely covered over by a medieval church in the 12th century. The ancient church wasn’t discovered until 1907 and then excavated finally after WWII.
There was only one other couple there from Scotland, and the priest, Augustino, gave us a private tour. When I spoke Italian, he asked if I was from Brazil because of my accent!
I had an early dinner at my favorite spot, Osteria della Quercia, and then wandered through my favorite piazzas until I reached the Tiber and the bridge of Bernini’s angels. Walked 7.3 miles!
Anche se rimpiango un po’ la mia decisione viaggiare per un lungo tempo in Italia presto, a causa del mio nipotino bellissimo, so avrò un viaggio fantastico.
Even though I regret a little my decision to travel for so long to Italy soon, because of my beautiful grandson, I know I will have a fantastic trip.
Itinerary:
13 -14 maggio: Fly to Rome. Spend night.
15 maggio: Meet Sandra at train station to take train to Verona for four nights:
Highlight will be seeing la Cappella dei Scrovegni with the famous Giotto frescoes.
22 maggio: Train and taxi to Venice airport to fly to Catania, where I will meet Noelle.
22 maggio – 4 giugno: Noelle and I have this place in Taormina and will take classes, plus private lessons, at Babilonia, an Italian language school: https://www.airbnb.com/slink/PYLdB8Gx
The apartment is right across the street from our friend Tino, almost next door to Bam Bar, famous for granitas, and very close to our school.
Noelle and I are taking two weekend trips before and after classes. The first one is Cefalu, one of my favorite places. I will stay here while Noelle stays at Hotel Le Calette. https://www.airbnb.com/slink/TjSM1Sqi
The following weekend we will check out Catania, one of Julian’s (Noelle’s son) favorite cities, and stay here: https://www.airbnb.com/slink/ISQ3vFlg
4 giugno: I will meet three of the Vandy girls, Laura, Anne, and Jan at Hotel Calette in Cefalu for one night. The place has a wonderful beach.
Our turning 65 Vandy Girls’ reunion begins! We are the Sicilia Six.
We have several activities planned, including a street and market tour, a tour of the Norman Palace and the Cappella Palatina, and then an afternoon in Monreale with a guide. Monreale is an amazing Norman cathedral:
I have never been here, but here’s an image of what’s in store:
Highlights include a birthday celebration for Laura and a tour of Mt. Etna. And of course we want to make it to the Greco-Roman theater and the spiaggia (beach).
I love Ortigia and am excited to stay longer to see the museum, the Greek ampitheater, and the Caravaggio in Siracusa.
14 – 16 giugno: Helen and I stay at Fabrizia’s one night in Trastevere, the “left bank” of Rome. We’ll go to a dinner party at Barbara’s. After Helen leaves, I have another day where I will meet with my UT Italian tutor, Amanda, and her family for dinner.
La cena con Barbara:
16-20 giugno: Fly to London to meet Jacquie. We are staying four nights here at Sloane Square Hotel:
Last night we walked to Plaza de Espana to see the Templo de Debod, an Egyptian temple given to Franco in 1968 by the Egyptian leader in thanks for his help in saving the ancient sculptures when building the Aswan Dam.
I’m waiting in fila at the Sorolla Museo in a different part of Madrid. The museum is free today. It’s about the only line I’ve had to wait in the whole trip. But I can blog.
The Royal Palace of Madrid is amazing! More beautiful inside than Versailles or Schonbrunn, although I haven’t seen either in over forty years.
We could only take photos in the entrance and exterior, so most of the interior shots are from the Internet.
The Royal Palace has 2800 rooms!
From now on, no photos.
Next we toured many other rooms and the armory. Most interesting were the ceremonial armors for children and the fact that all the men were so short!
Meanwhile, I went to the Sorolla museum in his former house in another part of Madrid.
Met Jan for lunch, and being Jan, not taking no for answer, she asked the maitre de at Botin, Hemingway’s favorite restaurant here and the “oldest restaurant in the world,” if there was a cancellation. He said to wait right here, and five minutes later we had a table in the front room.
Siesta time. Fly home tomorrow morning. As Telmo would say, “My heart is full.”
This morning I found a coffee bar nearby. People don’t get going here, though, until around 9 am.
We walked to the Museo Reina Sofia to see Picasso’s Guernica and other works of modern art.
He painted it while in exile during the Spanish Civil War in reaction to the bombing of civilians and to raise money for the Republican side against Franco in the Spanish Civil War. After Franco won the war, Picasso loaned it to the MOMA in New York and vowed to return it to Spain only when Franco was no longer in power. Franco died in 1975, and it was returned to Madrid in 1982.
Next we walked to the nearby Prado Museo.
We weren’t allowed to take photos in the Prado, but I didn’t notice until I took one 😱and a guard kindly told me not to. So all I got to capture was this El Greco.
Following photos are from the Internet.
I has no idea Francisco Goya was so prolific. I loved tracing his different styles and moods throughout this life. I can only show these with images from the Internet.
Like Titian’s “Venus at her Toilet,” this painting created a big scandal because she was a nude in a contemporary, not mythological or Biblical, setting.
So powerful to see this large painting close up. It commemorates a firing squad during the Napoleonic wars and initiated Goya’s political activism.
And then the dark paintings. Goya entered a depressed period of his life when he secluded himself in his home in Madrid and painted the entire walls with work in this extreme, dark style. They are shown all in one room and are extremely moving. In these later works, starting with May 2 1808, his brushstrokes become much looser and serve as a precursor to later styles, such as Impressionism.
On our way to Parque de Retiro we came across the end of a wedding and loved the styles.
Jan’s still walking, and I’m taking a brief pausa, or I should say, siesta. One more day in Spain and then home.
Last night we saw a flamenco show. We had to sit in the balcony, but we could see their footwork so well that I preferred it. The balding guy was having so much fun, and the guitarist did a solo that was incedibile. I love the way they encouraged each other with cries and claps and how they improvised. It’s such a beautiful blend of cultures: Jewish, Muslim, and gypsy, and I love the concept of duende: a soul-deep well of intense feeling that somehow encompasses a lust for life and a lament of death.
Here’s an Internet definition of duende, a concept expanded on by the Spanish poet, Lorca.
From Merriam-Webster: “The term is traditionally used in flamencomusic or other art forms to refer to the mystical or powerful force given off by a performer to draw in the audience. The Spanish poet Federico Garcia Lorcawrote in his essay “Teoria y Juego del Duende” (“Play and Theory of the Duende”) that duende “is a power and not a behavior … a struggle and not a concept.”
We could not take photos until the very end, so this departure video dos not capture the hypnotic and intense performance.
I love how the final dancer in the long dress had to kick her train out of the way as part of her dance. You can feel the stomping deep in your bones.
Third visit to new coffee bar: the waiter reminded the guy preparing my caffè con leche to add chocolate, which I asked for yesterday, and brought me a water. I had huevas con tortilla, which was bread, and the eggs were mainly potatoes.One of the men polished the lights in a Mary shrine behind the bar. Lovely, lively spot.
Very smooth train ride, about two hours and twenty minutes to Madrid. Our Airbnb is one block from Plaza Mayor, the heart of the city, and across the street from Mercado de San Miguel. It began to rain slightly, and it was 1:30 pm, so it was packed, but we wanted to eat everything we saw!
It’s been raining all day, but mostly a drizzle, so we just head out in our raincoats and each had a full day. Flamenco show tonight.
I found a new coffee bar nearby. No more churros.
This morning I was on my way to Mass in the cathedral, but first stepped into the little church we pass often. Oh my! It was amazing! Pictures can’t capture my surprise.
As I went around a corner, I was surprised by a priest waiting for someone to confess.
Then to Mass. They only open the altar gate for Mass and then swiftly closed it again. I loved the organ, but it was a bare bones with no homily that lasted less then thirty minutes.
After tapas with Jan at Catalina de Barra ( we have our favorite lunch and dinner tapas spots), I went to place above. A countess in the late 1800/early -1900s remodeled a Palacio and enlarged the rooms so she could move excavated Roman mosaic floors from the Roman ruins unearthed in nearby Italica and reassembled them here. They date from the 3rd century. This central one was fabulous. Here it is from the second floor.
Next to the art museum where they had one El Greco, two not exciting Velasquez paintings, but lots of Murillo and Zubaran.
Bought some Toni Poms low-wedge espadrilles and now resting before flamenco show. If we go back to our tapas bar with all the bottles it will be three nights in a row. Manana train to Madrid!