Tuesday, June 11, 2013

ArtNight Venezia: June 22, 2013 an evening you don’t want to miss.

ArtNight Venezia 2013

ArtNight Venezia is fast becoming the cultural summer event around town; this year the organizers—Ca’Foscari Universtiy and the city of Venice—have chosen Saturday June 22, 2013 for its third edition. From 6 p.m. to 1 a.m. nearly 200 museums, galleries, book stores, concert halls, churches, educational and cultural centers will turn on their lights and open their doors to 400 cultural events, and welcome visitors looking to enrich their curious minds and souls. Free guided tours, concerts, literary readings, documentary films and musical performances will remind the world, and hopefully satisfy locals who often feel invaded at home, that Venice isn’t simply a tourist attraction, but a living, working, breathing conglomeration of magnificent culture.    

 
I was one of ArtNight Venezia's 30,000 spectators last year, and the year before. So, I can testify that it's an event where many of the city's buildings, usually locked up tight, splash light and life onto Venice’s otherwise dark canals and alleyways; a special night of the year when a secret part of Venice—the part I consider her heart—comes to life.

 
During ArtNight Venezia:

 
·       You might experience the sound of a choir spilling onto a campo, leading you up church steps and beyond heavy wood doors that stretch out like open arms, inviting you inside.

 
·       You might find the Scuola Grande San Giovanni Evangelista open, and step past the confraternity’s marvelous marble façade to enter the ground floor Sala delle Colonne, and its quiet hidden garden. Then climb one of the two monumental staircases to the Salone Capitolare—the grand room originally built to hold the school’s general assembly. (I like to imagine this salone filled with music, masked gents and damsels dancing over the masterfully laid marble floor.)

 
·       You might visit the Ateneo Veneto in Campo San Fantin to hear an author read an excerpt from his or her book, before taking a guided tour of the institution’s library.

 
·       Or you might accidentally discover a splendid cortile where—with a glass of prosecco placed in your hand—you settle down on cushion covered marble to watch a contemporary dancer project her art on a monastery’s 16th century wall.

 
These are a few of the events I experienced during ArtNight Venezia. Some are included in this year’s program, too. A program filled with so many choices that it’s impossible to see them all. But that’s not the point. You can select and plan your own experiences or simply walk around town and stumble onto something unexpected. Whichever you choose, I’m certain you’ll find ArtNight Venezia delightful.

 
For full program information browse ArtNight Venezia at http://www.artnight.it/it/eventi

Or Join ArtNight Venezia on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/ArtNightVenezia?ref=ts&fref=ts

 

 

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Making Limoncello Memories...

 
 
 
Do you have a limoncello memory?
 
 
Lemons on my tree


Another day of rain, wind and gray skies in Veneto makes this the dampest spring I can remember. But yesterday was warm and beautiful, and at the end of an afternoon of trimming, cutting and nurturing my garden I snapped a few photographs of how it’s reacting to May.

 
One plant that’s stealing center stage is a lemon tree I received on my birthday 16 years ago. Over the years, I’ve transferred the tree three times into a larger pot to accommodate its growth. Now I need a stepping stool to trim the top, and it requires two people—one is always my husband and the other is sometimes me—and a steel trolley to move it from place to place.  Our lovely tree has endured many icy Northeastern Italian winters, one of which was so cold that we were certain the tree had been lost to frost. However, tender loving care, patience and two years without expecting it to bear fruit, brought back spring buds, blossoming flowers and hearty crops of lemons. And we learned
May in the Garden
a lesson. Now, after we’ve carted it to the shed for the winter, we wrap its shiny dark green leaves, yellow fruit and sturdy branches in TNT tessuto non tessuto—a gauzy material that acts like a warm blanket; so far it’s done the job. Last year’s abundant crop provided dozens of fat fresh lemons through late September. This year I’m letting these yellow gems plump up before picking them, and then I’m making Limoncello.

 
Internet is crawling with Limoncello recipes. I’ve chosen one from Praiano—a quaint town just south of Positano on the Amalfi Coast. I vacationed in Praiano with my husband and children a few years back. After five wonderful days in the sea, under the sun, cruising the coast by boat and swimming its deep blue coves, shopping for hand painted ceramics, and eating very well, we discovered Il Gusto della Costa, a limoncello distillery where, through a store front window, we watched lemons bob and float in steel vats of water on their way to become the Amalfi Coast’s famous liqueur. We stepped inside, watched the small stainless steel assembly line work its magic on the lemons, and ordered two cases of the best limoncello that’s ever washed across my lips. We shared this liquid ray of sunshine with family and friends, many who were very happy to receive a bottle of their own, and soon finished the supply. I still can’t sip or smell the sweet citrus drink without remembering what it's like to sit on a terrace high above the Mediterranean Sea, a warm salty breeze caressing my face, and watch Positano light up in the distance while the sun sets along the Amalfi coast.

 
Praiano-photo by http://www.costiera-amalfitana.com/index.htm 
Here's the recipe. But, while we’re waiting for the lemons to ripen, why not leave a comment below and share your Amalfi or Limoncello memory, too.

Limoncello from Praiano, Amalfi Coast
Ingredients for 2 liters

7 or 8 large lemons (organic lemons or Amalfi Coast type if available)
1 liter of alcohol or your favorite Vodka
750 grams white sugar
1 liter of water

 
Wash lemons well. Remove yellow peel using a vegetable peeler or sharp knife; be careful not to cut into the white skin or fruit.

 
Place the lemon peels in a large glass jar that can be sealed tight; pour the alcohol over the lemon peels and stir. Close the jar tight, and let the mixture infuse in a dark place for 10 days.

 
After 10 days, prepare the water and sugar syrup: In a deep pot add sugar and water together, heat over a low flame until the sugar dissolves. Remove from the flame and let cool at room temperature.

 
Add the sugar-syrup to the lemon peel alcohol mixture. Stir well, and transfer the liqueur—filtering it through a gauze-lined funnel or paper filter—into a second jar. Then, still using the filtered funnel, pour the liqueur into two one-liter bottles. Close the bottles well and store for at least another 10 days.

 
Chill—the purest say Limoncello should be cool, not cold, but I prefer to keep the finished product in the freezer—and enjoy!

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Venice is flooded or you can’t find a bathroom in this maze of a city? There’s a new app for that!


Venice by night
 

 
I’ve been teaching English conversation classes for so long now that I’ve lost count of how many years it’s been….fifteen—perhaps sixteen. What I do remember are my students: university graduates, airline pilots, doctors, professionals looking to build their résumés, young entrepreneurs expanding their businesses, retirees taking advantage of their golden years, travellers or people just interested in languages and making good conversation.

 
One of these students is Marcello Gasparini, co-founder of Ar.Ma. Informatica http://www.arma4mobile.it/  and creator of two NEW and very useful mobile applications: Water on the Venice Floor and W.C. Toilette in Venice. Both provide helpful information for tourists and residents in Venice, Italy.

 
Water on the Venice Floor shows real time data indicating which alleyways—calle— are dry and which are flooded during high tide—alta marea—in Venice. The app highlights areas on a map of Venice in RED for under water or GREY for dry. This app makes it easier to move around Venice during the unfortunate and all too frequent occurrences of high tide, and enables one to change their route to get where they need to be without getting lost or getting wet. And it’s FREE! Water on the Floor is available at https://itunes.apple.com/it/app/water-on-venice-floor/id594453037?mt=8 and at https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.wjgis.wvf&feature=search_result#?t=W251bGwsMSwyLDEsImNvbS53amdpcy53dmYiXQ  

 
The second application W.C. Toilette in Venice costs less than 2 euro, but might be even more useful. Anyone who has ever been to Venice knows these facilities are not easy to find. This app shows where one can find public toilets in Venice; if they’re open; what services they offer—baby change, handicap, etc. W.C. Toilette in Venice can be found at https://itunes.apple.com/it/app/toilette-in venice/id619813222?mt=8  or https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.wjgis.wc&feature=search_result

 
Make your stay in Venice even more enjoyable by adding these to your smart phones, iPads or other mobile instruments…and then lend Marcello Gasparini, Ar.Ma. Informatica's hard working entreprenuer, a helping hand by spreading the word to friends, family and habitués of Venice.

Monday, April 8, 2013

I hope my garden won’t have to wait much longer…


 
Oriago in Fiore April 2013
 
A swarm of swallows are displaying their flying skills over my garden like daredevil pilots in an airshow while a pheasant flaunts its glistening green and bronze feathers on the grassy canal bank behind my home. Yet spring is struggling to break winter’s grip around Italy. And as if proclaiming BASTA! Enough gray skies, the Pro Loco in the city of Mira, Venice, (20 km from Venice’s historical center) launched the 2013 flower festival season with its XXXV Oriago in Fiore yesterday; assuring us that warmer weather must be around the corner.
 
The Brenta Canal-Oriago-Mira, Venice, Italy
Wind and sun blessed the day and, tired of a month of rain, I slipped on my sunglasses and overcoat, and headed to Oriago's Riviera  San Pietro. Vibrant displays of geraniums, hydrangeas, bluebells, and azaleas greeted me at the end of the creaking wood pedestrian bridge that crosses the Brenta canal, and I immediately began planning what additions I would bring to my garden.
 
Fuchsia, pale pink and white geraniums with flowers as big as my fist would look nice potted together I thought. Hmmm, what about those yellow and orange or even those purple daisy-like succulents—they would do well in the sunny front flowerbed. Oh look, multicolored ranunculi... I love that their petals look like chiffon vellum paper and come in just as many colors. Plus, they’re a bulb, so they’d be low-maintenance, too. Or should I pick up a Parisian geranium plant? I do prefer how they gracefully hang over the rim of taller terracotta vases.







Bluebells
Which plants, how many, how much would all this cost me, and how would I get them all back to the car? Overwhelmed by my choices, and knowing my garden was still too soggy from March’s rain to begin planting, I left my wallet in my purse, grabbed my camera instead, and took an enjoyable walk.
Spring days will surely get warmer, and many more flower festivals lie ahead. So, soon I’ll choose which plants I want to add to my garden. But for now, and for those who don’t live in Italy or in the Veneto area and want to explore the Venetian countryside, here are some handy links and a few lodging suggestions…all close to Venice--all run by hard working friends. And of course a few more shots of the Oriago flower festival...Happy Spring!
 

Flower festivals coming up April 2013 in Veneto: http://www.servizinews.it/fiori/fiori_0.aspx?Regione=Veneto
 
Faronhof Bed & Breakfast http://www.faronhof.com/en/
Agriturismo Ca’Marcello Mira http://www.camarcello.com/
Villa Margherita http://www.villa-margherita.com/ 4 star hotel
Villa Franceschi http://www.villafranceschi.com/italiano/ 5 star hotel
Petunias, Guinea 'glass flowers', Begonias and more...
 
This gentleman has been cultivating artichokes for more than 50 years!


 
Barrels of Carnations

 

 
African Violets
Begonias Galore
 
Magnolia tree in bloom

 



 
 

Sunday, January 27, 2013

There's a story behind this photo: Destiny’s touch reaches from Venice to Inauguration Day

General, Monica, Me and Roberto-Inauguration Day



I’ve just returned from Washington, D.C. where a contact or two—and a lot of luck—placed me at a slew of Inaugural weekend events: three cocktail parties—one at Congresswoman Rosa DeLauro's beautiful Capitol Hill home, one at the Woman’s National Democratic Club to honor our newly elected Congresswomen, and one organized by the Italian American Democratic Leadership Council to award Jim Messina, Obama 2012’s campaign manager, with the IADLC Machiavelli Award.
 
In between meeting people, networking, raising more than a few filled glasses to our President and while waiting for Inauguration Day to roll around, I packed lunches on National Service Day at Martha’s Table Community Center, took a tour of the Capitol, visited a Capitol Hill club to pick up tickets for the swearing-in ceremony, attended a concert at Kennedy Center, visited two must see art galleries: The National Gallery and the Phillip’s Collection, and simply enjoyed being in our nation’s capital with my husband and dear friends. These activities and the buzz that filled the streets of Washington, D.C. created an electrifying prelude to the Swearing-In ceremony and Inaugural Ball.

 
However, all weekend long we were forewarned with stories about people who had had tickets to the Swearing-In ceremony in 2009 but started out too late and because of the massive crowd didn’t make it to their seats. So, on the morning of January 21, 2013 my husband and I rose before the sun, dressed in layers against sub-freezing temperatures, and headed for Capitol Hill. We weren’t alone. Washingtonians, tourists from afar and Americans inspired by their country and the re-election of President Obama began to spill out of their hotel rooms and homes. Like salmon swimming upstream we all headed in the same direction. We quickly caught the Red Line from DuPont Circle, and ten minutes later exited the Metro at Union station. After a short walk we breezed through security and arrived at our seats by 8 a.m.—and what incredible seats they were! Sure, we had beaten the crowd, but three and a half hours sat between our arrival and the start of the ceremony. So now what? Well, I did what one does when thrown in the middle of an eclectic crowd. I busied myself with people watching.

 
Soon the strangers around us became acquaintances; briefly introducing ourselves we asked each other to snap our photo while standing with the flag draped Capitol at our backs. I spoke to proud military men and women in uniform; met two female lobbyists wrapped in not-very-politically-correct mink who seemed satisfied with giving me only their first names; television celebrity Star Jones—dressed in winter white—smiled softly, and sat across the aisle from us; a former assistant-attorney general from Texas and a School Board Supervisor from San Diego representing the Latino community sat to my left; a Pakistani businessman who proudly showed us a photograph taken of him shaking the President’s hand sat to our right; a small group of women with lovely southern drawls sat behind us and pointed out people they didn’t know while saying he or she must be somebody. But then when I stood and left my seat to warm up, and capture a snapshot of the crowd thickening across the National Mall, I came face to face with a very beautiful African-American woman carrying a very professional camera. She seemed familiar. I thought she must be someone famous, someone I had seen somewhere before and just couldn’t remember her name. And then, when I mentioned how astoundingly beautiful the crowded Mall looked from our viewpoint, she responded: Are you from Venice, Italy? It was one of those surprising moments when you say No way!

View of the National Mall-Inauguration Day 2013
 
She is Monica Morgan, a professional photographer, who I knew simply as a woman who, last fall, was sitting in front of me on a waterbus headed for St. Mark’s square. She and two lady friends had taken the wrong waterbus and, overhearing their conversation, I came to their rescue. I told her to get off at the St. Mark’s stop with me and I’d put them in the right direction. We made small talk: Where are you from? She’s from Detroit, I’m from Los Angeles. How long have you been in Venice?  etc. etc…She said she came to Venice to renew her wedding vows the next day, and that she thought taking a gondola would be nice: Any suggestions? Well, getting married in Venice and gondolas are certainly two things I know something about. So, I told her my husband is a gondolier, that though he wasn’t working the following day I’d be glad to introduce her to him and one of his colleagues. I did so. Between the waterbus ride and a brief chat in front of  the Doge's Palace we spent about 30 minutes together on that autumn afternoon in Venice. On that day, Monica, I and her friends exchanged business cards as I pointed them in the right direction. I’m sure my card sits in a stack similar to the one I keep at home, and so we never heard from one another; not until Inauguration Day in Washington, D.C.


Capitol Hill on Inauguration Day

 
I didn’t meet Monica's husband that day in Venice, who, I learned from Monica, brings another Italy-United States connection to this coincidental meeting. So I was even more pleased to meet this bear of a man with shoulders as broad and wide as his warm smile at the Inauguration. His name is General Holiefield, and he’s the Vice President of the UAW—United Auto Workers. That’s the other Italian connection: He works, side by side, with FIAT’s Sergio Marchionne.

 
If there ever was a time to say it, this is it: Either destiny likes to play with us or it really is a small world!

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http://www.phillipscollection.org/

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Verona: The Town of Romeo & Juliet Wears a German Frock for Natale in Piazza



Glass ornaments at Verona's Christmas Market
 
 
Yesterday the air turned crisp, and in the distance I could see the Dolomites had been dusted with the season’s first fallen snow. December and winter had arrived in Veneto and, as the saying goes, It began to feel a lot like Christmas. So, we put on our coats, hats and gloves, hopped in the car and drove to Verona where, for the 4th consecutive year and until December 21st, the town known for Juliet’s balcony will wear a more German-style frock.

 
 
Christmas Decorations at Christkindlmarket, Verona
In coordination with the community of Nuremburg, Verona’s elegant passageways and piazzas have been lined with typical Alpine wood huts and stands selling artisan Christmas decorations, wood and ceramic gift items, herbal teas, warm and fuzzy winter slippers, scarfs, hats and earmuffs, dried fruit dipped in dark chocolate, jarred gherkin pickles, fruit jams and horseradish. And, as if all that wasn't enough, there are at least a half-a-dozen food stands sending off the titillating scent and sizzle of grilled bratwurst sausages, fried potatoes and sauerkraut. Nearby, beer and vin brulé kiosks abut tiny—standing room only—café tables where even the most disciplined dieter can’t refuse a pause from perusing the gift stands to warm up with a cup of steaming spiced-wine or bite into a hot sausage sandwich chased down with a glass of golden German brew.

 
The Nutcracker standing guard
I feel safe to say, judging by the languages I heard crowding the poetic surroundings, that the ‘Christkindlmarkt is an international event. I turned more than once to hear fellow Americans—maybe tourists, maybe residents—praising the red, gold, green or white glass tree ornaments. A group of Brits enjoyed smelling the spicy, fruity scents of loose leaf tea before picking their favorite to take home. The Italians seemed intent on checking off a few gifts from their Christmas shopping lists. And the Germans proudly mixed, stirred and turned their gastronomic delicacies over hot, steaming stoves.

    
It was a delightful winter afternoon spent in beautiful surroundings, and thanks to the Bauli pasticceria group—Italy’s foremost maker of panettone and pandoro—Verona has a Christmas tree or two that easily compete with some of the more famous trees back in the States.

So, if stepping toward the holidays in an international setting entices you, I suggest you put Verona’s Christmas market on your things to do list.  I’m glad I did.

http://www.nataleinpiazza.it/2012/                   http://www.bauli.it/en/
 
 
 
Christmas Star falling outside the Arena in Piazza Bra, Verona, Italy
                

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Che cosa sarebbe Venezia senza i suoi Gondolieri?

Vogando sotto Il Ponte dei Sospiri


L’altro giorno mi è caduto lo sguardo su un blog post sulla pagina Facebook di una mia conoscente, intitolato: Le 10 cose da fare a Venezia (la gita in gondola NON è una di queste!). Io ho lasciato commenti, così come altri. Quelli che avevano fatto la gita in gondola nel passato non erano d’accordo con il titolo e pensavano unanimemente che non si potrebbe venire a Venezia e NON fare una gita in gondola.

Alcuni dei miei lettori sanno che sono sposata con un gondoliere di terza generazione, per cui i miei commenti potrebbero sembrare diretti a sostenere l’attività di mio marito—credetemi né lui, né i suoi colleghi, hanno bisogno del mio aiuto. La maggioranza dei viaggiatori che arrivano a Venezia fa in modo che il loro budget includa la possibilità di vedere “una volta nella vita” Venezia dalla prospettiva che solo una gondola può dare. E anche se io ho saltato la gita in gondola durante la mia prima vacanza a Venezia—stavo viaggiando con un’amica e abbiamo erroneamente pensato che fosse meglio lasciarla alle coppie d’innamorati—ho imparato da allora che non è limitata a chi cerca romanticismo, ma è sicuramente il modo più speciale di scoprire l’intreccio dei canali che si snodano attraverso la città.

La conversazione su Facebook è continuata per un po’. Io ho dato il mio contributo, forse riempito con più entusiasmo del necessario per Venezia e le sue gondole, ma poi ho deciso di farmi da parte quando il commento di una veneziana ha rivelato “odio” per la categoria dei gondolieri—i suoi motivi tenuti per sé, come lecito. Ma la parola “odio” è molto forte, così come il sentimento. E se invece questo commento fosse riferito al settore della ristorazione: “Il servizio in tale ristorante è stato scadente, il cibo anche peggiore, perciò io odio tutti i ristoranti.” Non avrei dato molto peso al commento.

Allora, questo post non è inteso a puntare il dito contro chi non è d’accordo con me o chi vede i gondolieri—in base alle loro esperienze—sotto una luce diversa rispetto alla mia. Sono informata del fatto che ci sono residenti che non sono simpatizzanti dei gondolieri. Questa non è una cosa nuova. Perfino il grande commediografo veneziano Carlo Goldoni ha scritto nel 1700 che i gondolieri, una categoria dalla quale sembrava essere intrigato, erano o amati o odiati. Tuttavia, la conversazione su Facebook mi ha spinto a chiedermi: Che cosa sarebbe Venezia senza i suoi gondolieri?

Molti viaggiatori vedono i gondolieri unicamente come un’attrazione turistica, mentre molti residenti li vedono come rumorosi, turbolenti, “pensano di essere i padroni della città”. Entrambi punti di vista hanno una vena di verità e no. Ma mi chiedo se l’uno o l’altro gruppo ha mai pensato al contributo che i gondolieri danno alla loro città—turismo a parte—e il beneficio che porta a Venezia avere qualche centinaia di gondole che scivolano sui suoi canali ogni giorno? Senza i gondolieri e le loro gondole, le fragili fondamenta di Venezia sarebbero probabilmente in condizioni molto peggiori. La gondola è effettivamente il deterrente giornaliero al Moto Ondoso—il danno provocato dalla scia e dalla risacca delle barche a motore alle fondamenta della città. La presenza dei gondolieri in ogni canale, largo o stretto, forza le barche a motore—spesso troppo di fretta per rispettare i limiti di velocità—a rallentare. Cosi, la loro presenza da sola aiuta a proteggere Venezia.

Un’altra situazione che coinvolge i gondolieri e la loro città, che recentemente si è riaccesa ma senza ottenere molta attenzione locale, è che più gondolieri sono stati minacciati, non solo verbalmente, da quelle persone che trafficano “borse griffate” per strada. Non solo queste persone vendono prodotti illegali, alcuni distendono la loro merce e ostacolano le zone di lavoro dei gondolieri. Quando è chiesto loro di spostarsi la maggior parte lo fa. Tuttavia alcuni hanno capito che l’amministrazione locale non sta facendo dell’eliminazione del loro traffico illegale sulle calli di Venezia una priorità e hanno tirato fuori armi da taglio o bottiglie rotte contro quei gondolieri che contestavano il posto dove avevano deciso di “aprire bottega”. I gondolieri hanno formalmente portato la questione all’attenzione dell’amministrazione locale, dei Carabinieri e dei media, non solo in difesa del loro posto di lavoro ma per il rispetto e l’amore che sentono per Venezia e soprattutto per mettere fine al degrado in cui versa la città. Tuttavia l’amministrazione locale, fino ad ora, ha scelto di guardare da un’altra parte, lasciando le azioni intraprese dai gondolieri—qualche volta pacifiche, altre volte no—di essere bollate come “motivate da razzismo”. Non hanno forse diritto i gondolieri, in possesso di una regolare licenza, di lavorare tranquillamente nei traghetti a loro assegnati? O serve che qualcuno si faccia male prima che la città affronti e freni il problema? Venezia non merita più rispetto, se non altro per tutto quello che regala ai suoi residenti e a tutti quelli che viaggiano per vederla?

Concludendo questo alquanto inusuale post nel mio blog, il messaggio che mi piacerebbe mandare è che la categoria dei gondolieri non è fatta di angeli o demoni. Sono uomini di tradizioni che hanno famiglie, lavorano sodo, godono la vita, qualche volta esagerano, e spesso lasciano volare troppe parolacce dalle loro labbra. Per quanto riguarda mio marito, e molti suoi colleghi che mi hanno sempre dimostrato rispetto e gentilezza, io posso testimoniare che amano la loro città e il loro lavoro, e né loro né la categoria meritano di essere odiati. Penso che per tutte le ragioni portate sopra la città e i suoi residenti dovrebbero invece sostenerli.