Saving the Beaches: One Balloon Ribbon at a Time!
Distance should never be an issue when the cause, reason or person calls your heart to action…
The Surfrider Foundation was founded in 1984 by a group of surfers in Malibu, California that noticed a pollution issue needed to be addressed. They organized this foundation to help clean up our beaches and now it has expanded along
both coasts. This foundation welcomes anyone who wants to make a difference whether you surf or not. There are now 50,000 members and 90 chapters.
DC Chapter Cleanup Coordinator, Emma Mascal, has been doing beach cleanups with her family since high school. She participated with the Jersey Shore Surfrider Foundation where they did both cleanups and grass planting. She now works for the Environmental Protection Agency as a fellow with their Trash Free Waters program.
“I’ve maintained my role as a cleanup events coordinator because I find that I can share my job’s educational materials with my volunteer friends. And my community engagement role helps me tailor my fellowship work to meet the needs of the stakeholders,” Emma said about how her fellowship and position with the foundation work well together.
On Saturday, July 15, 2017 I woke up early to drive to Rehoboth Beach, DE to meet up with the other volunteers. Always up for an adventure, I was excited to finally get involved with beach cleanups. I have done Potomac Watershed cleanups in the past but the beach is where my heart is…
The DC Chapter met at Keybox Beach where Emma distributed the two trash bags and gloves. The yellow bags are for trash and the blue for recycling. I was surprised at how few volunteers showed up and hoped the numbers were higher for other cleanups. I met my beach cleanup buddy, Marina Feeser, when I first arrived. Marina happened to be the Secretary of the Ocean City Chapter and had wanted to get involved more with the DC Chapter.
“What an amazing difference it could make it everyone cared enough to clean up their own trash when they are at the beach. We all want to enjoy the beach so why not do our part to keep it clean?” Marina said.
As we trekked doing our beachcomb, I saw a small crab scurry into its hole in the sand as seagulls darted into the water to snatch a fish from the ocean. While growing up in Northern California, my parents took me to the beach starting at a very young age. I learned how to swim by age three and the beach has always felt like home. Marine life has fascinated me since then and it saddens me to learn what our trash has been doing to their livelihood.
We found balloon ribbons all over and tangled in seaweed and bits of popped balloons scattered all over the sand. I was appalled at how much balloon trash we found! There is another organization I learned about called Balloons Blow… Don’t Let Them Go! After this cleanup, I hope one day that balloons are banned from beaches.
“I am very concerned about balloon litter. It seems to be a common item that is found, it is dangerous to marine life and terrestrial life, and it hints at a more dangerous littering mentality because people often think it is ok to release balloons reveals” Emma said about what she finds the most alarming during cleanups.
I wish more people would realize the deadly implications that come with leaving their trash at the beach in particular. These bits of balloons or other plastics find their way not only swirling around our oceans but in the bellies of marine life where it slowly kills these animals.
Only an hour into cleaning the shore, the sky was darkening by the minute until finally it tore open and soaked us to the bone. The weather was still warm and lovely.We laughed and continued to clean until Emma called us over to collect the trash bags to be recorded. The rain continued to pour as Emma weighed and recorded each bag. The 14 volunteers together collected 112 pounds of litter; 76 pounds of non-recyclable materials and 36 pounds of recyclable material.
Once we were finished cleaning, Marina and I hung out at the beach and stood in the waves talking about ocean conservancy among other things. We started talking about dolphins and after I told her they are my favorite animal she screamed and pointed saying, “Look!” Sure enough two fins popped out of the water at the far left of the ocean. We watched them pop up a few more times as they swam across our view to the other side of the beach. I cannot help but wonder if there is something behind signs like that….
Marina told me about this incredible documentary called Chasing Coral on Netflix and I knew it was next on my movie watching rotation.
Once back in Washington, D.C. I opened my Netflix link and the first show advertisement was Chasing Coral! I learned too that it had only been released the day before on Netflix and I could not believe the serendipitous timing! I was mesmerized and enjoyed learning a part of ecosystem that is more important than the public realizes.
The coral reefs are the forests of our oceans. Imagine if our forests began dying the way the coral reefs have been? The forests aid in the oxygen we breath to stay alive. The implications of losing them will create a domino effect of sorts. I recommend that everyone watch this documentary and especially with your kids! Find out what you can do to help preserve our oceans and bring the coral back to life.
Join the fun with the Surfrider Foundation! There can never be too many people who want to make a difference to help keep our beaches cleaner and our marine life healthier. You don’t have to be a member to attend the beach cleanups. Bring your kids and make a long weekend out of volunteering. You can also camp at the beaches in Delaware too. Conservation starts at home.
Dinner in the Desert – Monday, April 24, 2017
Life is oftentimes best when you don’t have expectations. Enter each new experience with open eyes and an open heart. I tend to prefer surprises especially the adventurous kind…
Award-winning cookbook author, Culinary Diplomat, Culinary Historian, Chef and my dear friend Amy Riolo was invited back to Dubai to participate in a festival. She has participated in past book festivals and was excited to be invited once more. They asked her to demo three recipes from her cookbooks for the Sharjah Children’s and Reading Festival.
For the past three years I have assisted Amy at a variety of culinary events from prepping recipes to promoting her on social media as well as selling her cookbooks. There were many times that we said, “wouldn’t it be great to have a gig abroad to do these events?” Our opportunity arrived. She invited me to join her to Sharjah as her assistant. This will be part 1 of 3 blogs on our adventure.
Sharjah is one of seven emirs governed by Federal Supreme Council of The United Arab Emirates, which is a federation of hereditary absolute monarchies. The other six emirs are Abu Dhabi, Ajman, Fujairah, Dubai, Ras al-Khaimah and Umm al-Qaiwain. Prior to the discovery of oil in this region in the 1950s the UAE’s economy was dependent on fishing and pearl industry. These days tourism plays a huge role in the success of their economy.
On Monday, April 24th, Amy and I arrived to the Hotel Hilton Sharjah that morning from the smoothest flight I have ever taken with Emirates. The first plan on our itinerary was a Dinner in the Desert. We met the others who were going on the same trip outside our hotel and we all climbed into a SUV. I assumed we would take a ride to where a buffet would be waiting in the desert then turn around and go home. Oh no, so much more awaited us…
What began as a sightseeing trip quickly turned into a desert roller coaster on four wheels. Our driver coasted down dunes on the side, sand flying passed our windows like waves turning and twisting through the soft beige sand like a runaway train. We watched as other cars in our caravan appeared to drop off the side of dunes, disappear for a few moments only to twist upright and then dip down again around another dune. I was in 7th Heaven filming segments with my phone. There was a family from the Philippines with their daughter whose 7th birthday was that day. When she was in the middle seat in front of me she would raise her hands if on a roller coaster. The drops were so good I felt my tummy take a few dives as if I were on a real coaster.
Our driver would make stops along with the other cars in our caravan for photo opportunities. I ran out, sandaled feet sinking into the warm soft beige sand, wind whipping around me and sand swirling around my body tickling my legs and arms. Amy and I both were attempting to take beautiful pics as the wind seemed to laugh at us.
Back in the car and off to another scenic spot, I caught sight of my first camel. The animal-loving five-year-old in me felt giddy with excitement at the thought to finally ride one.
The camels were held in large cages while a few walked around freely with one rope tied around their front ankles preventing them from running away. The one closest to us began moaning and walking back toward the huge cages. Rumor had it she was walking back to her baby. I worried that would be our only camel encounter but the night was young.
As we pulled up to our destination, I immediately spotted three camels sitting on the sand equipped with colorful ornate saddles and a man holding their rope leash. One of my travel dreams was about to become a reality.
A little village began to emerge before our eyes after we walked passed the camels. Situated in a huge wide semi-circle were adorable grass huts like what Bedouins built and stopped off along their journey through the desert. Some were filled with low tables and seating cushions lined around each table. Others were filled with pottery, some empty and there was one Henna hut.
I walked over to the camel, greeted its handler and then gracefully as possible hooked one leg over the saddle and hoisted myself on top. Camels have long legs. They stick their butts up first which was a ride in itself holding on as it steadied itself on all four hoofed feet. The handler took me around in a circle snapping pictures with my phone from different angles. Once back on solid ground, I tipped him and thanked him for being a fab photographer.
Between some of the huts people were hiking up the sand dune and then sliding down on a snowboard. I don’t ski or snowboard but that would not stop me from carrying a board that was almost bigger than me up the steep dune. Once at the top a guy from England was getting ready to go down. My feet looked like child’s feet trying fit and walk in mom’s high heels. I felt unstable and wobbly and let gravity take me down the hill. I slid easily at first until more than half way down and the front of my board was stuck in the sand. I couldn’t budge it out of the soft sand. The guy was sliding down and I quickly held my arms out to ask for his help to pull me out as he was sliding. Instead he lost his balance and fell and we both burst into laughter. I was so glad the guy below recorded the bail!
Amy was having her Henna done and I waited with her to snap some pictures. I was next. My first Henna. I had her do the design on my left hand and forefinger so I could use it for pictures to post on social media.
The tantalizing smells of cardamom, turmeric and curry began to waft through the air as everyone got in line to fill their plates then we settled on the seating cushions. I enjoyed sitting on the ground since it felt comfortable and cozy. The sun was beginning to descend below the dunes and I was far from ready for this evening to come to an end.
The evening was indeed far from over with two incredible live shows. The first was a dance by a Whirling Dervish. The Whirling Dervishes originated in 13th century Turkey in the Islamic sect of Sufism. The religious dance is called the tanoura and was performed to express emotion and achieve the wisdom of God. In more recent years the dance has been performed for tourists than for religious purposes. The dancer spins in a circle the entire time while wearing a huge colorful skirt and appears to look like a human spinning top. Arabic music plays to the beat of his spinning. He holds different items while in motion that he alternates.
The second was a fire dancer. Yes, he literally danced with long stick-like rods that are lit with fire on the ends and he spins them around his body as he dances around. I prayed he did not accidentally let go of one! I love fire but from a distance. The dance itself was amazing to see all the different ways he could spin the fiery rods.
As the evening came to a close, the three camels were walking along the top of the dunes being led by their handler. They sauntered across the sand their saddles and bodies striking against the dark night a scene that will remain tattooed in my memory long after the Henna fades from my hand.
Chef Amy Riolo and Alex Safos to Host Another Culinary Tour – Greece
By Lisa M. Comento
Who: Chef Amy Riolo and Alex Safos
What: Greece Cuisine, Culture & Wellness Tour
When: June 11-22, 2017
Where: Athens, Ikaria, Samos
Why: Learn more on Chef Amy Riolo’s blog
How: Payment information (New Deadline April 26th)
The same duo, Chef Amy Riolo and Alex Safos, who led an amazing culinary tour of Morocco last fall have another tour lined up in Greece. Chef Amy will head the culinary portion while Alex will lead the cultural tours. The tour includes three private cooking classes as well as lectures on the Greco-Roman, Byzantine, and Ottoman influences on food. There will be two dynamic workshops that Chef Amy will lead. The first on olive oil and the second on culinary medicine and how to incorporate these new habits into your daily routine.
“We chose locations which are representative of all aspects of the Greek lifestyle – from cosmopolitan and historic Athens to the gorgeous island of Ikaria – known for its idyllic ‘blue zone’ lifestyle, and Samos, for its beauty, beaches, gastronomy, and anthropological sites,” Chef Amy said about why they chose Athens, Ikaria, and Samos.
Imagine traveling to Athens, Greece to see the Pathenon’s architectural beauty that was built in 447 BCE. Wander through Syntagma Square tasting flaky pastries or sipping a frappe. Chef Amy will educate you on the history of Grecian cuisine as you sample the local fare and take in the sites and sounds of Greece.
Hop on a plane with your tour group to the island of Ikaria known as the “island where people forget to die.” Ikaria is one of few “blue zones” in the world known for their inhabitants to live a measurably longer life. This longevity is credited to living a very active healthy lifestyle. Chef Amy will host a “culinary medicine” workshop where you can learn healthier eating habits and some of the locals’ secrets to living longer.
Step onto a ferry for the last leg of the tour to the island of Samos where you will discover enchanting forests. You will be staying steps away from the beach and Homer’s “wine dark sea.” Embark on a tour of the Temple of Heraion, the ancient sanctuary of the goddess, Hera. Sample Greek wines at the Museum of Samos Wines in the island’s capital city of Vathy.
“I love the energy and climate and feel at home there. I’m looking forward to offering our guests a new way to approach The Mediterranean lifestyle by showing them how history and culture combined in each of the locations we will be visiting to contribute to the culture today. I will offer practical ways to implement the delicious and healthful eating habits at home, which will be transformative for many,” Chef Amy said on why she is especially looking forward to this tour.
The 4th century BCE philosopher, Epicurus once said, “We should look for someone to eat and drink with before looking for something to eat and drink.” This simple concept is a timeless metaphor for living happy prosperous life and the 2017 Greek Cuisine, Culture, and Wellness tour.
Amy Riolo to Lead a Moroccan Culinary Tour
Friday, May 20, 2016
Culinary Diplomat, award-winning cookbook author and Celebrity Chef Amy Riolo will lead an incredible Moroccan culinary tour between November 1st-12th. Amy has taught Moroccan cooking classes and lectured on Moroccan cuisine at the Smithsonian with the dream of one day taking people to the country on a culinary tour. Once she met Alex Safos who has been organizing educational trips to Morocco for years her dream became a reality.
“The sensory delights of Morocco are a feast for all five senses from the sounds of the music, the streets, the calls to the prayer and nature to the smells of sweet spices and flower waters to the sights. The full rich colors and textures to the feel of the beautiful fabrics and the tastes…sweet, sour, bitter, salty, and savory. There is something for everyone,” Amy said on the wonders of Morocco.
The Moroccan Treasures Cuisine & Culture Tour will begin in the famed cosmopolitan city of Casablanca. There you will enjoy a guided cultural and architectural tour, and stay in a 4 star hotel located in the city center. The trip continues to the city of Fes followed by Marrakesh. Fes, considered the spiritual heart and soul of Morocco, has an old city feel and frontier-like spirit. The Rose City or The Pearl of the South that Marrakesh is often called you will explore the rooftop gardens, boutiques, and luxe restaurants.
The trip continues toward the Atlantic coast where you will visit Essaouira known as the “Windsurfing Capital of Africa.” On this leg of the trip you will visit an Argan oil cooperative and learn about the types of products that derive from the nut-bearing Argan tree. Ever see pictures of those goats hanging in trees like Christmas ornaments? This is a normal occurrence in Morocco and quite iconic. These tree-chilling goats facilitate the oil process by eating the Argan berries and depositing kernels that are then ground and pressed into oil.
“Probably M’semen, which are a handmade type of layered pastry dough. They are often called pancakes or crepes but they are much more rich than that. They contain rich layers that are buttered with aged clarified butter making them extremely tasty. They are eaten for breakfast or as a snack with honey,” Amy said of her favorite type of Moroccan food.
This past April Amy had the opportunity to go to Verona, Italy with The Italian Trade Agency to attend some exciting epicurean events. During this visit she met the master olive oil taster from Morocco. He is considered the #1 in Africa and he promised to create a special tasting for the culinary tour group. She also knows the owners of Dar les Cigognes, where you will be staying in Marrakesh.
As a Culinary Historian as well, Amy has been passionate about culinary history since she was a little girl after being inspired by her father. She now uses this passion to educate others around the nation and abroad. She was first introduced as a Culinary Historian by The National Geographic after giving many lectures there. She feels it is important to understand the way in which cultures use specific foods and when these foods were used.
Bells of the Cathedral
Saturday, July 18, 2015
“As I am listening to the bells of the cathedral, I am thinking of your voice…”
– Suzanne Vega (Tom’s Diner)
Sounds of San Pietro’s ancient bells softly awoke my jetlagged body from a dreamless sleep. Smells of
illy espresso began drifting into the room as I heard Vania preparing breakfast in her stunning Italian kitchen. Stepping into the kitchen with groggy eyes I saw she had our espresso ready on our placemats as she busily set the rest of our breakfast. Omelets and coffee normally start my American mornings whereas eggs in the morning are not a common Italian breakfast. Instead she offered small biscuits or yogurt with corn flake cereal and honey.
The heat wave I was warned about was no joke with temps reaching into the 40s, celsius that is, which makes that in the 100s. The humidity made D.C. summers seem near comfortable though being a fan of summer I still preferred this weather over a Polar Vortex any day. The common water fountains throughout Rome saved us all this summer. Some used them as showers sticking their heads underneath the water spout while others washed their feet or simply refilled their water bottles.
Our morning began wandering through the indoor market marveling over the array of fresh veggies, meats and cheeses. I saw veggies I never knew existed! Their shear size alone was mind blowing. The variety of veggies that colorfully dotted the slanted shelves were a foodies dream.
Vania and I were women on a mission with a long list that ranged from sight seeing to shopping. Moments we found ourselves lost in translation during a conversation we consulted the translator app on our phones while bursting into fits of laughter as we tried to find the correct word in our language.
A fellow makeup lover, she took me to Kiko. Fabulous sales lined the front part of the store. “Hair shadow?” I thought to myself as I saw this spherical applicator. A salesperson noticed my apparent interest in this new make up concept and offered to apply it to my hair. When in Rome, right? They streaked the green shadow like a highlight. Only a few Euros? I bought the hair shadow.
Walking down a side cobblestone road under the molto caldo sun we came up to a restaurant called Su& Giù Cucina Romana. The friendly waitress sat us in a window seat in the quaint restaurant. I was back in Italy. The surreal reality sunk in at that very moment. Italian wine bottles filled the narrow shelf behind me more for decoration than monetary value.
The first time it hit me that I was in Italy I standing in Piazza Navona in Rome at 19 years old on a pre-tour to Paris, London and Rome before studying abroad to Florence. These young boys grabbed our wrists when we were beside the fountain and began making a bracelet around our wrists before we had a chance to say no. My friends and I exchanged glances and figured it couldn’t cost too much lire! I remember watching him twist the different colored strings into a lovely bracelet and as he did I took a few moments to take in my surroundings of the long wide narrow square. Italy. I had finally arrived. We all wore the bracelet the entire three months we studied in Florence.
Back to 2015 and Su & Giù Cucina Romana. With a menu that made it impossible to choose only one dish. After a grueling time trying to decide what to order I settled on the seafood pasta. The plating alone was artwork.
With happy tummies we ventured to the first of the sites. As we rounded the corner to the Trevi Fountain, to our sad dismay, we discovered it was under construction. Crowds of people with squinted eyes and sorrowful tones gazed upon one of the world’s most celebrated fountains barricaded behind metal fences. “There goes finding love in Roma!”I thought with a laugh. Situated in front of the fencing was a small hole one could still throw coins into so I tossed two over my shoulder (took a quick selfie) and listened as they clanked down the metal pipe. Come on wishes!
Sixteen years had flown by since the last time I walked on Italy’s soil. I swore then I would return after college but life happened and prevented me from returning.
Vania was on a shoe mission and I was one happy shopper whether it was a boutique down a side street or flipping through the clothes racks at the outdoor markets. “When in Rome…” as they say, and Vania would comment throughout our time together that I was not a tourist with her making me feel like any other local. The saying took a whole other meaning for me during this trip.
Next on our plan was The Colosseum. My memory of seeing The Colosseum appear when I was 19 was slightly different from seeing it at age 35. I swore I remembered walking along soil at ruin level and our tour guide pointing out that we were walking on fragments of buildings from ancient Roman times. I recall at that moment looking down at the bit of broken marble wedged into the solid ground below. Imagining these structures whole and during their day when Rome was a thriving city. Our tour guide pointing out where the archeologists discovered that there was a Pagan burial ground pointing out the misshapen grass marks and how many people could be buried below its surface.
Roman roads toward The Colosseum were wide with both tourists and other Italians walking alongside one another without feeling like everyone is fighting for space. Couples. So many couples were holding hands all around me. Kisses shared on benches. Rome was filled with romance. As a shy 19 year old, this would not have been something I noticed as I had as an adult. I wondered if every city in Italy was like Rome? I did recall Venice being filled romance yet somehow it was different than the romantic energy I felt along Roman streets.
Suddenly The Colosseum began to come into view…chills. I was 19 again walking beside new friends with this new freedom and wandering the grounds of a once dreamed about land. The most magnificent funky trees known as Stone Pines or “umbrella pine” surrounded this historic gem.
Vania snapped some pictures of me in front letting me spend more time alongside the manmade wonder. It was just him and me. We had some reminiscing to do.
I enjoyed not having the day planned out or over-planning to know which sight we would see first. I let the day happen. This was also more about spending time with a dear friend I met four years ago.
I barely recognized Pizza Navona upon our arrival. Waves of people, strollers and stand after stand of posters and paintings of Italian landscapes covered the entire square. I swam through the crowds from one end to the other sneaking a selfie when possible. This was not the square I remembered yet looked forward to return again when tourist swimming was not part of the experience. How I did not remember snap a few pictures of the craziness I will never know…
Pizza was on tonight’s menu. Vania took me to Ristorante Terno Secco located along Via Andrea Doria where we had a sweet waiter from Egypt. I ordered the Capricciosa pizza topped with mozzarella cheese, prosciutto, mushrooms, artichokes and tomatoes—an absolute new favorite.
Drifting off to sleep I thought, “Please don’t let this trip go by too quickly…”
Friday, July 17, 2015
To travel means to open not only your mind to new experiences but also the opening of ones heart to the unexpected beauty, tastes of the culture, and roll with bumps along the way…
Italy called me back year after year since studying abroad in Firenze in 1999 and each year I would say to myself, “Someday, I promise to return!” That someday became Friday, July 17, 2015.
Social Media…it’s a small world after all…..
Social Media continues to make the world smaller as it connects people with similar life passions. Over a year ago Turin Epicurean and I connected on Twitter over something foodie related. Our friendship quickly moved to email. This year would mark the second year of Turin Epicurean Capital that she, Lucia Hannau, organized to promote tourism in her native Torino, Italy. She invited me to participate as a panelist in February for the roundtable that would be held in July. How could I pass up this opportunity? I was honored.
Stories are one aspect that truly make us human. To share an experience with others that can be carried down for generations or to educate others through the spoken word. I feel in order to properly share my stories I need to share a bit of what is happening below the surface during each adventure…
Change. Cambio. Bellissimi ricordi….o piu?
On June 1st my life took many turns in one day. This day brought the decision to move to a new apartment. I purchased a new phone after work. Then, that same evening, I began chatting online with an Italian chef and as the fates would have it—we both were attending the same event the following evening only to learn we were also neighbors.
Three solid weeks of spending time together until he left for Italy on vacation for a month to visit his family and friends. Si. He would be there the same time I would be there. My trip would begin in Rome where he was coincidentally from and would be most of the time. He said we could meet if it worked with his travel schedule.
I find it amazing how you can connect with people sometimes even when there are moments of being literally lost in translation. Personality, chemistry and similar background stories make it possible to have a friendship. This happened twice before with two friends. One was from Japan and the other the Puglia region in Italy who I would spend time with first when I flew into Rome. This also happened with him yet it was too soon to ask questions—simply enjoy each moment.
From Russia With…Love?
Uber took me to the Rosslyn Metro Station to pick up the 5A bus to Dulles. My flight was at 3:00 p.m. and my first stop was Moscow, Russia. Why—you may ask, the flight cost was too good to not book.
In line to board, a tall blonde stood behind me and we both started chatting immediately. She was from California and half Italian like me—and our seats were beside one another! Then laughed after learning we both booked this random “Moscow” flight since the price was too damn good. I was not the only one! Lindsay and I became fast friends talking about everything from boys to health and science over the course of the near ten-hour flight. Once in Moscow, her flight from to Venice took off before mine.
The final flight from Moscow to Rome was only a few hours and I found myself more anxious by the minute. The second the planes wheels skidded on the Italian runway, I closed my eyes and thought, “Ciao, Roma!”
I met my dear friend Vania over four years ago when she was on holiday in D.C. In very broken Italian and English we were still able to communicate and build a friendship that extended to Facebook. Time and again she invited me to Rome and I finally took her up on her offer! She told me which bus to take and waited minutes till I recognized her walking toward me. Italian cheek kisses and hugs ensued!
The heat wave in Italia was no joke. The wave originated in North Africa and had wiggled its way north planting itself for weeks on end upon Italy’s fairytale land. Vania’s apartment was absolutely beautiful! Clean, fresh and the walls were adorned with impressionist paintings by the artist who owned the apartment she was renting. She prepared antipasto dishes of Italian meats and cheeses. A bottle of Donna Marzia Vermentino from her native Puglia had been chilling in her fridge waiting for my arrival. New varietal to me; loved every drop!
The Mozzarella di Bufala melted in my mouth the way no American mozzerella could. The cheese originates from Campania from domestic Italian water buffalo. One bite and the inside of the cheese ball was soft with a subtle saltiness; savory and creamy all in the same taste. She paired the usual olives, prosciutto and another meat that was new to me called mortadella. I could live on dinners like this—snacking, sipping good wine and among good company.
After hours of catching up, laughing and finishing off the Vermentino.. jetlag and lack of sleep hit me
like truck lost on a dark Nevada country road. I fought sleep, hit the snooze button and somehow found a second wind to walk with Vania to see San Pietro lit up at nighttime. Magical. The statues seemed to come alive and turn to speak to one another. What were they saying? Joking about the tourists who have looked up at them in awe for hundreds of years? Discuss the latest pope?
She told me that sometimes she just comes to sit and think here and I could understand how a place such as this could offer such comfort and inspiration.
The joy of traveling is to always appreciate the unexpected. No matter how random or absolutely magical. We stumbled upon a VW rally. You read that correctly. Stepping between revamped VW’s of all kinds and even one with a stuffed Minion chillin’ in the back seat!
That first night I slept with a permanent smile.