Thursday, August 19, 2010

Ferries around Italia

Here's where we took ferries -

From Sorrento to Capri and back
Day trip
20 minutes one way
54 Euros

That's a funny story, because we took an early afternoon ferry out to Capri, a big boat, just 20 minutes or so. We docked at the main dock. We spent a great day day on Capri, including riding a little bus up to near the top of the island to Anacapri, and then we took a zillion stairs back down to the harbor to catch the LAST ferry back to Sorrento. We kept a pretty rapid pace down the stairs and down the path and ran to the main dock where a big ferry was boarding. It was even going to Sorrento. But when I asked a guy from the crew if it was the right ferry, he pointed to one about half that size at a much smaller dock, way out on the pier. We ran hard to make it.... and we did. I didn't relish the idea of a pricey Capri hotel room with no toothbrush while I was paying for a hotel room in Sorrento.

From Sorrento to Salerno, down the Amalfi coast
2 hours
27 Euros

This is the famous 50 kilometers of coast featured in James Bond movies, and features beautiful little towns just dripping into the ocean like Positano, Priano and Amalfi.


From Reggio di Calabria to Messina (Sicily)
45 minutes
12 Euros

Drove hard to get from Parco Nazionale di Pollino to the tip of the boot to cross over to Sicily, made it in time to wait almost 2 hours for the next ferry, even tho the guide book said ferries left every 20 minutes. It was really hard to understand the old guy at the little ticket booth; I couldn't understand where to get in line. He kept saying the camiones, so we went and asked a truck driver in line, and he said that was the right line, and we could right in front of him, so we were basically at the front of the line. We shared our old pecorino cheese with him.....Hit Messina when the sun was going down. We were heading to climb Etna the next day, so we wanted to stay in Nicolosi on the southern slope. Made it late, about 8:45 or 9pm.


From Trapani (Sicily) to Cagliari (Sardinia)
almost 12 hours (I thought it was 10)
Overnight
239 Euros
Sleeper cabin (four bunk beds, tiny desk, window, tiny bathroom with a shower, and closets)
11 decks

This was the only thing we had booked before I left the US besides our plane tickets. And I couldn't do it myself, Leta at Tour West Travel did it. I called Leslie at TW from the airport in Phx explaining that I couldn't get reservations myself on line. The problem was the ferry only went once a week each from two cities on the northern Sicilian coast to Sardinia - Saturday from Palermo and Sunday from Trapani, and I couldn't seem to get us three tickets and a sleeper cabin on either for the week we wanted. By the time my first flight landed in Detroit, Leta had accomplished the feat, charged my credit card, and emailed me the ticket. What a miracle!

This is the ferry that was departing 5 km away from the main port, and a man in line, an MD who worked in public health all over the world, most recently Haiti, offered to drive us in his car. Giovanni. We all slept great on the passage, and woke early to get breakfast and get off the boat at 10am. Which turned into 11am, and then noon.


From Olbia/Golfo Aranci (Sardinia) to Livorno
7 hours - Overnight
200 Euros
Sleeper Cabin
9 decks

This ferry was much cleaner than the other overnight ferry - a different line altogether. We found our cabin easily and crashed hard, because this ferry was really late departing. It was beautiful waiting on the pier for the ferry, but we were exhausted. And the ferry made up the time - even though we waited 2 extra hours, it still arrived by 7am. In fact, they started the "wake up" announcements at 5:45 and kept them up, in both Italian and English, until we disembarked.

Their cafeteria had great food.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Food Food Food. Manga Manga Manga.

In my lame and inconsistent attempt to catch up on the Italy blogs, here's a rundown of the best meals we ate in Italy:

Antipasto - Proscuitto, Pancetta, Salami, Olives, Pecorino cheese
Boiled lamb
Roast pig
Fresh tomato & cucumber
Bread
Fresh Ricotta cheese with honey
Digestive liquor made with basil
Homemade red wine
Pranzo con Pastori (Lunch with the Shepherds) (like, three hour lunch)
high in the Supramonte (the name of a big mountain range)
Sardinia, Italy
Arranged by Fabrizio Caggiari, who runs day-long treks in the Supramonte
http://www.sardegnanascosta.it

Thin crust pizza,
One was a white sauce with mushrooms and ham, and one was named something violent and cool like Volcano. It had a ball of mozzarella right in the middle. Because the Buffalo mozarrella is from right around there.
- Castle District of Agropoli

Wild Boar in Chocolate (Cinghiale a Dolce)
rich, chocolately, divine
Chicken in Tarragon (Pollo a dragoncello)
tender, melt-in-your mouth, great sauce
Chicken livers with anchovies and capers pate (don't know the Italian name of this)
Antipasto to die for. On toasted bread. Couldn't eat enough
Summer salad with tomatoes, onion, bread, olive oil, pepper, parsley.... amazing!

- L'Osteria, Siena, Tucsany (need I say more?)


Rabbit in Marsala Sauce
This was so rich and tasty, but with tiny bones that made me nervous

Pici with Ragu
Fresh thick typical pasta, with rich meat sauce

- Il Carroccio, Siena, Tuscany


King Prawns
White Fish (Sole?)
- Vittorio, Porto Palo (near Selinunte - famous ruins), Sicily
Vittorio also rents rooms, and it's right on the beach. Pretty nice.

Truffles
Antipasto
Marinated red eggplant
Wild Boar
Ragu
Rotonda, Basilicata, Italy

Fritatta
Fish
Spagetti
zucchini
Table wine
Matera, Italy

Fresh Marinera Sauce
Pasta
Bread
Salad
- Our hotel room, Rosario, Sardinia
Cooked by Flavio Nicoletti



Sunday, August 1, 2010

How we travelled

I like to make lists when we travel.

I have the "postcard list", the "lost item list", the "where we slept list", and the "how we travelled list."

Lori - Train to Rome Station Termini
Lori - Metro to Spanish Steps
Lori - Taxi to Piazza Navona
Group - Tour bus to Vatican
Group - Tour bus to St. Eustachio's Church
Group - Tour bus to hotel


Group - Tour bus to Pompeii
Group - Tour bus to Naples
Family - Taxi to Naples Train station
Family - Train to Sorrento
Family - hike to hotel

(all else is family) -

Ferry to Capri
Walk to Capri Town
Bus to Anacapri
Hike to Capri port
Ferry back to Sorrento
Bus to downtown Sorrento

Taxi to Sorrento port (with luggage)
Ferry down Amalfi coast to Salerno
Bus to main transportation hub of Salerno
Bus to Agropoli
Walk 2 km with packs to Agropoli Hostel (Ostello Lanterna)
Walk to beach
Bus to Paestum (Graeco-Roman site)
Wait for bus, wait for bus, wait for bus
Bus back to Agropoli
Walk up to Castle district
Walk 2.5 km back to hostel


Walk to beach
Walk back to hostel
Walk 2.5 km up to Castle district for dinner
Walk 2.5 km back to hostel


Evo drives us to train station
Train back to Salerno
Rent car -
Car to Matera
Park car

Car to Rotunda, car up to Agriturismo Civarria
Car down to Rotunda for dinner
Car back to Civarria

Car to Regio di Calabria to catch ferry to Sicily
Ferry to Messina
Car to Nicolosi

Car up to Etna Sud
Cable car to near top of Etna
Cable car down off Etna
Car to Recalmudo

Car to Agrigento
Walking tour of Valley of the Temples in Agrigento
Car to Portopalo
Car to Seleniute
Golf cart & walking tour of Selinunte - Ancient Greek Archeological site
Car back to Portopalo

Car to Palermo
Walk to hostel from Car rental agency
Taxi to Catacombs
Walk to center
Walk to hostel

Walk to center
Walk back to hostel
Taxi to train station
Train to Trapani
Giovanni's car to ferry launch

Ferry to Sardinia
Flavio's car Chia beach and Las Rosas mine

Flavio's car to Ingelsias, Pan di Zuchero

Flavio's car to Oristano, Tharros, Dorgali

Fabrizio's Land Rover to Tomba Di Gigante, Supramonte, lunch with the shepherds
Trek up to Monte San Giovanni Nuovo

Car to Arbatax

Car to Olbia, Gulfo Aranci

Ferry to Livorno
Walk to center
Bus to Pisa
Bus to center of Pisa
Bus to Pisa train station
Train to Siena
Bus to center of Siena
Walk to hotel

Bus to Siena train station
Train to Rome Termini
Train to Fiumincino
Car ride to B&B
Car ride to Rome airport

Amore Sardegna

I don't even know if that's in the right tense.


My new travel philosophy on Italy is this: if you have one week, see the classics (art, architecture, history) on the mainland. If you have two weeks, spend one on the classics, and one on wild Sardegna (Sardinia) - the Mediterranian's 2nd largest island, and an autonomous Italian state.


Here's what you can do on Sardegna:


  • Tour the old mines that made this island the heart of mining operations for all of Europe in the late 19th century.
  • Swim on the best beaches in Europe
  • Sail, boat, kayak, canoe
  • Fish
  • Hike in the Supramonte, or in huge canyons, or rock climb
  • Visit one of 7,000 nuraghic sites (temples or towers or villages or wells dating back to 1,500 years before Christ)
  • Climb to one of 400 Spanish towers that ring the entire coast of the island
  • Eat lunch with the shepherds, who still work the land, take care of the sheep and goats
  • Hear great live music
  • See amazing murals in Orgosolo
  • Visit the mask museum in Mamoiada
  • See Phoenician ruins outside of Oristano
  • Stay at an Agriturismo - where the farmers cook for you with all fresh ingredients

Speaking of food

  • drink famous Sardinian wine from the Cannonau region
  • eat rich pecorino (sheep's milk) cheese
  • eat ricotta with honey
  • eat proscuitto
  • drink fresh milk straight from the cow.... or goat
  • drink an after-dinner liquor made from basil


Sardinia was amazing for us because we had Flavio Nicolleti, who knew where all the great stuff was, and is an amazing font of historical and cultural information. But the island is vast (with many of the characteristics of a continent) and fiercely independent (read about the acclaimed film "Banditos of Orgosolo" to learn more about the Sardo-Italian divide) and stunningly beautiful. Home to 1.6 million people and more than 4 million sheep, Sardinia is ramping up slowly on its tourism potential - collectives of hotels, tour companies, and excursions work together in collectives to attract visitors - mostly from northern Italy, but we met people from France and Germany, too.

Nice People Part Deux

Claudia - runs Casa Amici hostel in Palermo (Sicily) - great location - right next to Teatro Massimo, which is not only impressive to see, it's a great landmark in a crazy busy big city for the locals to help guide you back. She's an an artist, and very helpful, flexible - helped us figure out the best route to drive (YIKES) our car thru the chaotic streets of Palermo. She also helped us figure out the laundry, and she kept our bags for the afternoon so we could play around Palermo without the extra weight prior to our train heading to Trapani.

Mask guy - Tharros (outside of Oristano, Sardinia) - we stopped and chatted with an artist who had a booth all by himself outside of a Phoenician ruin site. We bought a beautiful leather mask of a deer (or a bull?) Mary kept picking up little objects off his table asking "Conto costo?" and finally he made a gift to her of a hunk of obsidian.

Sandro & Georgina & Johnny - Nicolosi (Sicily) - they picked us up at like 10pm when we couldn't find another B&B available in this bustling town on the slopes of Mt. Etna, in Sicily. Took us back to their brand new, and very comfortable, B&B "Porto d'Etna". They were very concerned that we had everything we needed, and loaded us up with maps and discount cards and fruit juice. The next day, the breakfast was huge. The mom was really funny - she couldn't make change for the cash I gave her to pay for the room, so she was asking some men who were installing some equipment on the roof if they had change, and they were throwing money down to her from the top of the 2nd floor - like money from heaven.

Giovanni - overheard me asking in broken Italian at the ferry counter if I needed an embarkation card, or if the document I had was complete. And then asking if I could walk to the recently-changed launch site (5 km around the spit) or if I had to get a cab. He offered to give me a ride. I told him I was three people, and he said no problem, I have a car, and it's just me. He told me to wait for him on the steps, so I hustled across the street to where Mary & Michael were waiting, and we lugged back our packs and waited on the steps. When Giovanni came out, he said "you're not three people, you're more like 2 and a half!" He had a small Alfa Romeo station wagon, and we luckily got everything in. Then he drove us around the spit and we had a great talk. He is an infectious disease and community health MD who just got back from Haiti. He has a house in Olbia, Sardinia, and also lives some time in Sicily. What a great guy.

Fabrizio Caggiari - runs Centro Escoursioni Sardegna Nascota Supramonte - Flavio booked us for a full-day tour with Fabrizio - he is a great story teller and very passionate about his work. He says he loves touring people around Sardegna because his dad passed down his passion to him. The day we were with him his dad was in the hospital for an operation. He didn't speak English to us, even though he knows some - he said he learns everything by ear - he's an accordion player in a local band - he was planning to have an English teacher friend come stay with him this winter and learn English. He called Mary the mascota di escoursioni.

Angela Farigu - works in Cagliari as a tour operator/waitress/masseuse - she was on the full day Supramonte excursion with us. She is very friendly, charismatic and animated. She doted on Mary, took a lot of photos of us and the rest of the group. Charming.

TSA ladies at JFK Airport in New York - in case you're wondering if security people have a heart, listen to this: Mary has a snowglobe collection, and the one we bought in Pisa ended up broken (sadness!). We were about to leave Italy after 4 weeks with no snowglobe, when as luck would have it, we found one in the Rome airport (for a pretty good price, as well!) and crammed it in our backpack. Well, guess what doesn't pass through security at JFK? You guessed it. So we made it through Immigration with our passports, we claimed our bags, we went through customs, and then as we went back through security, the TSA lady said "You are gonna be SO sad!" I asked why? She pulled out the snowglobe and said "You can't fly with this." Makes sense. Liquid. Glass. Potential broken glass. Mary was very sad, and the lady said "Do you have checked luggage back there? If you go right now, you might be able to pull out your luggage and put this in there." Then, she found me another TSA woman, who walked me back through security, helped me find my funky old green duffle bag, helped me hold the old zipper together to cram in yet one more thing, and then who jumped me to the front of the line back through security. I coulda kissed those women.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Yes, more about food in Italia

Eating our way across Palermo.

Palermo is stunning, especially if you approach it from the mountains to the West, where you can see th ecity drip down into the port. Then you arrive, and it's completely crazy driving, confusing street signs, hard to orient yourself.

We figured it out, dropped the packs off at the hostel, figured out where to drop off the car in the nick of time, and relaxed with a cappucino. or two.

We went back to the hostel (Casa di Amici), changed, and went out to find the mummies of the Catacombs of Capucinni (a nice family outing!). THen we relaxed with a capucinno, a fried rice ball stuffed with cheese (Arancio?), a slice of pizza, and a panini. Then we went into the cathedral, saw another amazing church, and then a puppet theatre, which Palermo is famous for (Thanks, Ronni!) - fighting, romance, great voices, amazing puppets (weighing like 25lbs each).

Then we strolled around looking at fountains, markets, people watching, and we stopped for fried eggplant and a tiny pizza. Just after that we stumbled on a walking street lined with cafes all hawking their anitpasto plates for 5 Euros - all you could pile up. So we did that with some beer. And we went a little farther and did a kebab with some beer. Now itàs 10:44 and Iàm too full to go to bed!

Slow Food movement

Apparently born in Italia by people who loathed fast food, and loved locally-grown, fresh, sustainable food, the Slow Food movement is moving across the planet, although probably not fast enough to save us from our wild cravings for strawberries and kiwi out of season.....

We ate (so far) at three places marked iwth the sticker: Il Buongustaio in Matera, Da Peppe in Rotunda, and Vittorio in PortoPalo. Great food, wine. Tried truffles. Wild boar. Pecorino (cheese) and Sopressatto (salami), Marinated Onions, fritatta, prawns, sesame bread.

The most amazingly nice people in Italia, really. Not hyperbole.

Evo - from Naples, married a girl from Agropoli, runs the hostel there. An English teacher during the school year. Great directions, very helpful, assisted with renting a car, making to the early am train.

Mariateresa - runs Agritourismo Civarria (B&B) in the stunning National Park of Pollino, outside of quaint Rotunda. Lots of hand gestures, loved Mary, when I went to pay, didn't charge for her. Great breakfast. Funny. Wanted to sit around and chat. Got married 8 years ago to Carlo, in her tennis shoes. Doesn't dress like fashionable Italian women, which made me feel right at home.

Nameless guy in Citroen in Recalmudo - only one (1) hotel in tiny town on the way to Agrigento. We got there at sunset, he heard me asking two young ladies at a mobile phone store about a pensione or B&B, and he said follow me (or, at least that's what I imagined I heard) and like 10 minutes and 6 kilometers later, winding thru desperately dry ag land, we found the Hotel Paradiso, which I promise you, is nothing more than clever marketing. ALL the hostels weàve stayed in were 10x cleaner than this place. Still, he was very nice.

Flavio - tour guide for th eYuma Youth Choir - helped us secure lodging for the first 2 nights after the tour, has purchased concert tix for us to see Dr. John in Sardina, is meeting us Monday morning when we get off Sicily-Sardinia ferry.

Emilia - Our guide in Matera - can you count people you pay? Well, of course you can! She broke her high-heeled shoes like 10 minutes into our 2 hour tour and didn't flinch. Up and down hills, stairs, she was funny and smart and very kind.

Car rental guy - drew us an eloborate map (like 3 people did this at various stops) to get back on the Autostrade or state highway safely. Also, when we went around the first block, and realized we didnàt know how to put th ecar in reverse, didnàt ridicule us for asking.

there are more. I'll add as I remember.

Amalfi by Ferry and When In Rome, Drive like the Romans

We left Sorrento by ferry after two nights. It was a beautiful cruise (2 hrs) down the surprisingly short but stunning Amalfi coast. Fun to hear the different languages on the ferry. We're wearing too many clothes, that's for sure, and I tried to remedy that tonight at the markets of Palermo, but they don't offer linen sun dresses in size 14 american. Time to pick up a mediterranian diet, for sure. Karma will be happy. no more butter. Grandpa will be happy. no more sugar in my coffee.

Got off the ferry in Salerno, and caught a bus to Agropoli, which is at the southern tip of the pay of Salerno. We were there to see Paestum (yes, you say PASTE-uhm), the most stunning greek ruins imaginable. We walked this huge park just before dusk and the sandstone glowed yellow, like it was capturing the sun. We spent the next entire day on the beach, meeting young chatty Julia, from Naples, digging in the sand, swimming, eating pizza, reading the guidebook. For two nights we climbed the hill, thru the throngs of the passigiata (sp?) (families out strolling) to the castello district for the most amazing pizza - and gelato - and mussels with lemon - and to watch the World Cup finals on a tv with 30 other people outside at a sidewalk cafe. great fun.

On Monday we took a slow, hot train (so crowded we stood with our packs in the entry way) back up to Salerno to do something we'd ruled out earlier: rent a car.

Fiat love. Fiat tiny. Fiat fast. Fiat five speed. Fiat four door with hatch back. Fiat fun fun fun. Fiat fits anywhere. With Fiat, we could go places buses couldnà't. We didnàt have to wait for trains. We could cram our backpacks in the hatchback. we controlled the airconditioner. After getting out of crowded Salerno, we were in FIat heaven.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Surprising Sorrento

Sorrento lies at one end of the Bay of Naples - opposite of the giant city of Naples. Mt. Vesuvius is sort of in the middle of the crescent-shaped bay. We are in our 2nd night in the lovely Hotel Astoria, which is a far cry from our hostel (or hovel, as some family said) of tomorrow night.

The Lonely Planet guidebook (backpackers travel guide) does not favor Sorrento. But our Yuma Youth Choir guide Flavio did. And he was right. There are the narrow, cobblestone streets, the street performers, the great cafes, the flags, the lights, the people, the chiante, the gelato and the granata to please any traveller.

Thursday we had wakeup call at 5:30, breakfast at 6:30 and boarded the bus for Pompeii (with our packs) by 7:15. Our guide for Pompeii was amazing. first, she was in a red dress with a red sun hat, so we could find her in the big crowds. Second, she was funny. Third, totally well-informed. the guide industry in Italy is well-regulated. You have to be certified as an expert in an area to guide. She was.

We spent almost 2 hours with the chior in Pompeii. The exhibit in San Diego had more explanations, and personal artifacts, but walking around the town gave a totally different feeling. People decorated their sidewalks. They had steep sidewalks so the sewage could run down hill and people could walk out of it. They collected urine to soften the wool (and to soften ladies hair). they had sliding wooden pocket doors for large stores. They had like 7 brothels, and the one we toured had frescoes over each door describing what you could have done in each room. Yikes!

We had a bus tour of downtown Naples, and I was totally charmed. We stopped to tour the atrium (thereàs a better word for this) and for a cafe professor (cappuciino with hazelnut cream). We sadly left the choir group, hailed a cab to the train station and negiotiated signs, kiosks, and ticket agents for 30 minutes to discover where to buy a train ticket to Sorrento (good-bye, pre-arranged tour!). Our train ride was the equivalent of $10 total (for 3) around the bay to Sorrento. About one hour. I almost died as we sat down- it was crowded, adn I was trying to sit by Mary, with my pack on my back, and the train came shooting out of the station and took an immediate left bank that thru me into the window. I nearly snapped my neck and crushed my 9 year old. The Italians around me watched, slightly amused. I think Michael was taking pictures out the other window. Mary thought it was a stunt.

Today, we walked around Sorrento, took a ferry to Capri for the afternoon. I think we walked 6 kilometers today, half of it straight up hill. Saw two amazing gardens, and the famous coast where they shot most of Mama Mia! Did I mention we ate gelato? Then, we barely made it back to the Capri main port (Marina Grande) for the last ferry of the evening (6:30p) and found out we were in line for the wrong one, and had to run out on the dock to catch the right one. But we made it. The story of my life. Late, and then in the wrong line. Sorry Cynthia. Sorry Dad. But I'm sure Laurel's done that!

Back in Sorrento, lovin' our fancy balcony room, over a very quaint, very active square, with musical quartets, an amazing vocalist, shoppers and cafe tables.

Tonight at dinner, ate: homemade pasta noodles with clams and mussels, cannelloni with ricotta, spinach and local sausage, and linguini with creme sauce and zucchini. And, melon, prosciutto and mozarella salad. Did I menion chiante, lemocello and gelato? Good. Well, I did, again.

tomorrow: Boat cruise down the Amalfi coast, a hostel in Agropoli, the ruins of Pasteum, and hopefully some beach time. Or else Mary's trading us in on better parents.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

planes, trains, metros, cabs and busses

All in one day.


I landed in Rome at 10.25am, and took a train to the center. Then I took the metro to the Spanish Steps to meet the tour group. By the time I got there, they'd moved to Piazza Nuovo, so I waited for a cab, and took the E/ticket ride of the day, thru tiny cobbled streets, past Mopeds and doubleparked cars, almost nicking both riders and cafe tables. The driver even had to pull in his right mirror a few times.

It was mobbed when I got there, due to tourists and a big demostration against the government about an area of Italy that was struck by an earthquake last year, and nothing's been done to fix or improve the area, and they're tired of being taxed with no results. Lots of banners, busses, marchers, and TV reporters on hand.

I found Mary and Michael right away, which was lucky. Got lunch, some cold liquids , very hot and humid here, ate gelato. Then we met the bus for two concerts tonight, St. Peter's Basilica and St. Eustacio Church.

Now it's midnight, and we're back at the hotel.

Everything is BIG in Rome

Busses. Statues. Columns. Parks. Bridges. Crowds.

A few things are small. Cars. Cokes. Cups of Capuccino.

Today's highlight was listening to the choir perform in St. Peter's Basilica, in Vatican City, for a mass. They did 5 sacred pieces. The pure voices echoed off the marble and moved me to tears. The holy man leading the service thanked them by name, and they received applause at the end. It's a stunning place to visit, but those kids know they gave their gift to the space and the ceremony and the people who were there for a spiritual ceremony. It was amazing.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Bad Fruit, shoes and respectable clothing

Lots of super important things run thru your mind as you're preparing to leave for three weeks for a foreign country:

Will my housesitter thing I"m a total slob if I don't dust the bed side table?

Will the tomatoes and eggplant ferment in the chiller drawer before August?

Will I be scorned in cathedrals for baring too much skin in my casual summer clothes?

And most critically: How will I carry all these shoes?

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Alone in a crowd

My family's out the door, starting the journey, and I'm left behind for a week on my own.

I contemplate the possibilities a temporarily empty house offers: I relish the thought of cleaning out all the kitchen drawers; I line up all the James Bond movies I own and speak to each individually; I drag the pile of unread novels out from under the bedside table; I flirt with the idea of a "strategic toy giveaway" in my daughter's room.

Then what do I do? I drink red wine with Beth on Tuesday, go out to dinner with Laurel on Wednesday, run the Film Series on Thursday, invite Lou out to drinks on Friday, call up the ladies and declare Saturday "Women and Wine" at my house.

I'll be lucky to get my bag packed in time to leave. Screw the silverware.

Sheesh.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Observations about Backpacking in the Galiuros

1. Nobody really walks to Powers Cabin from the south side. 2. Decay is everywhere. Because it's not Disneyland, where someone sweeps up all trash. 3. Spiders work quickly. 4. If you're going to carry a bear bell, use it. 5. Three knives is too many. 6. Just when you think you can't go further, that's when it (hopefully) kicks in. 7. It's a blessing to hike near fresh water. 8. When you're hiking up a canyon, it's pretty hard to get lost. 9. Sometimes you really can get 4 hours away from the nearest human being, 10. It's a beautiful thing to go 4 days without hearing any electric noise.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Goodbye, Jimmy C

Architect of gardens, diver of dumpsters, thinker of deep thoughts, brother of Jesse, Maria, Betty, Becky, Ruben, Veronica, son of Sara.

The first time I met you you were up to your shoulders digging under the concrete in the back yard of our house, trying to fix a water line without breaking up the porch floor. And you did it because you were there, hanging out with Marc, and you could do it. You could do pretty much anything.

You helped Michael haul rocks from the Colorado river to decorate our front yard. You helped build a wooden walkway from pallets scavenged from local produce plants.

When we'd go to Chavoya family functions, Michael would always look for you, hoping to find you and swap a few stories.

You were unfailingly kind, always with a smile, always asking how I was, how Mary was, how Mike was.

And we'll miss you.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

What I'm REALLY Shopping For

Last weekend I was at the bookstore to buy a gift for my friend's new baby. I was wistfully looking at new titles that I might also like to read. Then I remembered the two textbooks on my desk, the list of homework, and the three piles of unfinished books (Stones Into Schools, The Book of Negroes, You Can't Make Me, R Is For Ricochet, A Wolf at the Table) and resolved to not buy another stinkin' book.

Then I was at the sports store, buying new shoes to play tennis in. I admired the stationary bikes. I wondered where I could put one of those.

Then, like a flash, it came to me: when I'm shopping for books or movies or sports equipment, I'm really looking for more time to do those activities, not for the items themselves.

Is there a store that sells that?