Sunday, December 7, 2008

This Stinco Don't Stink

Ciao Zio Tony fans! How’s the weather back home? Oh, here? ...well, the good thing about cold & rainy days arriving in Milan is that means the first snows of the season are falling in the mountains! So, when the skies cleared for a bright blue weekend a few weeks ago, my friend Max and I made for a day “in montagna”.

In particular, we headed for “Valle Brembana", about 25 miles north of Bergamo and two hours outside Milano, which Max knew as a teenager when his family, like most Milanese, would escape the dreary metropolitan winters by fleeing to the mountains.

(view webcams at http://www.orobiemeteo.com/eventi.html )

If you’re like me and had spent most your Italian vacations in the wine-country valleys, coastal villages, and historic cities of a Fodors-esque travel guide, you might be surprised to discover how much the alpine culture permeats “la Dolce Vita”, lying tantalizingly just beyond the reach of most Italian itineraries. Honestly, if you’ve been able to hack day-tripping through places like Tuscany or Sicily, your next adventure should be treking through the “Prealpi” mountains which ring the northern borderlands with Switzerland and Austria. The trails are fantasically marked and frequented even in winter, when walking sticks and hiking boots give way to “sci di fondo” (cross country skis) and "ciaspoli" / "rachette di neve" (snow shoes).

Best of all, because this it Italy, you don’t have to worry about packing trail-mix or power bars for lunch because - although this ain’t the only place in the world with snow capped mountains - this is the only place that I know where they come covered in polenta!

I’m talking about the Italian “rifugio”. As the name “refuge” implies, I imagine they came about as places to hunker down when the elements would kick up a fuss. Of course, these simple rustic buildings with bunk rooms and wood burning stoves are found above the tree line in many places other than Italy. But, leave it to the Italians to carry the point that if the purpose is to be out of the nasty, then you might as well be enjoying yourself! So in Italy, the word “rifugio” conjurs up steaming mounds of polenta, "pizzoccheri" (broad, buckwheat flour pasta), braces of roasted meat, stewing pots of “brassato” (beef braised in red wine), and other hearty mountain fare served with wine and finished with a cafe' and grappa - that is, not just a place to dry out your wet socks.

Ok, I know that you've already peeked ahead and I really can't add much commentary to these views; so, I'll let you get back to the picture book stuff ...

Here's getting to the end of the valley "Val d’Arera", to the east of "San Pellegrino"(yes, that where the bottled water comes from) and just beyond the town of "Oltre il Colle". We're headed to the center peak, "Pizzo Arera" ... the refugio where we'll have lunch is just above the snow line.


Keep in mind, we were only at mid-November so you're looking at just the first snow-cap dusting of the season. About an hour and a half of easy up-hill hiking found the first patches ...

... and really started to open up the views.


While Max gives you the lay of the land, listen in the background for the church bells chiming down in the valley.



Our immediate destination was the rifugio "Capannna 2000" (you can see it in the bottom right as the starting point of a ring of 12 rifugi along which you can trek & overnight - like a constellation of rustic B&B's, all above 5,500 feet). The "2000" means that Capanna is at 2000 meters (6500 feet) ... and after lunch we'll press on to 8000 feet up the slooping peak behind it.


( http://www.vallibergamasche.info/rifugi/rifugi.html )

But, as you've heard me say said before, that goes along with figuring out what to do between meals; so, first things first ...




The headliner on the menu was "stinco di vitello" (meaty veal shin bone) served with polenta. We took a plate of local cheeses along side and, adding to the homey feel of the place, drank the house red wine in used-up Nutella jars, festooned with cartoons. (We'd come back to enjoy the ricotta and chocolate torte after burning a few more calories.)


Of course, the proprietor hosted a healthy collection of naturally flavored grappa, to settle the meal ...


... and fortify our return into the cold ...


... for another hour's trek up the ridge ...



... where these views waited for us to the North,




... East,


... South,


... and West



Yep, not a silvered olive grove, vineyard covered valley, Roman ruin, or soaring (man-made) cathedral in sight ... so, I hope these impressions help you open a new mind's eye view of "nostra Italia".

Saturday, November 22, 2008

The Day We Met

Ciao Zio Tony Fans! Well, I imagine that this is the blog for which most of you have been secretly hoping. That is, I know that when I packed my bags for Italy expectations were high that I would meet that special Italian “somebody”, who would come home with me for a lifetime.

But, before I go ahead and tell all, I have to caution you that it probably hasn’t turned out exactly how you expected. Most importantly, I’m counting on my family & friends to be just as receptive as they have always been when embracing the other big Guess What?s of my somewhat meandering life. If you know me, you know them: “Guess what!? … I’m going to Texas for college … I’m joining the Air Force … I’m un-joining the Air Force … I’m quitting my job because I’m going to be a golf pro … I’m un-quitting my job because I’m not going to be a golf pro … I’m leaving Hot-lanta, Georgia, for Lost-in-time Park, Southern Maryland, because maybe I can bag a job in Italy”. OK, ok, so at least one of them really wasn’t much of a “Guess what?” – but, you get the spirit.

Of course, it’s been said before that going someplace new and trying something new go hand-in-hand. Actually, in this case, maybe not so entirely new. That is, living in Italy - where certain “passions” that exist on the fringe of American society are not only openly tolerated but enthusiastically embraced - I’ve finally been able to tap into what had been in the States just an aching suspicion.

Maybe most of you had already suspected as much by reading between the lines of my blog. To a very few, whom I’ve already taken into my confidence as I’ve struggled over the decisions, this “news” certainly comes as no surprise.

As could be expected, it all started with the type of friends I’ve met here: Max, the Italian trainer from the gym, and Andy, the Englishman “passionista” from work. Thanks to them, I’ve happily indulged in a special part of Italian culture by which I would have otherwise blindly stumbled as an “outsider”. Of course, after experiencing the thrill of discovery and sowing a few wild oats, I couldn’t help but feel the need for something more permanent … and ITALIAN!

Well, the timing turned out to be perfect because, just a couple weeks ago, the ever progressive and trendsetting metropolis of Milano hosted a special convention of sorts dedicated to exactly that. So, because he too was “in the market” (but with slightly different tastes), Andy asked me to join him and thousands of other like minded folks for what could be best described as a massive “speed dating” experience.


When I walked into the hall, I felt as a giddy as a school girl. Yes, this was exactly what I had in mind. Here, I could meet up close and personal all of those names who I’d only known from trolling on-line or flipping through glossy magazines.


But being relatively inexperienced in these matters, it still took a little courage to walk up when somebody would catch my eye …


... and try to strike up a conversation.


But to be truthful, I only had one thing on my mind.


Ohhh yes, there were definitely some real queens, who looked pretty good and tempted me plenty …


... and more than a few of the "Flashy" types, if you're into that sort of thing.


But, what was I really looking for? Yes, that question had dogged me since I first picked up the notion to get serious. When you strip everything else away, I have to admit that the engineer in me demands a good looking “body” …


... although, quite frankly, I’m not very fond of skinny “butts”.


Overall, I was looking for an Italian beauty who can turn a few heads and is strong willed where it counts, but is also soft and light hearted enough not to wear me out or weigh me down over life's big climbs and bumpy roads.

Was that asking for too much? After all, there seemed to be so many choices.






Yes , this seemed to be the place where everybody could find what they were searching for ...


… except me. Honestly I gave them all a fair chance, but it never felt … well, you know … like the right fit.


I know this sounds cliché, but I really had given up and was headed for the door, forlorn and alone in a sea of people happily "innamorati" ...


... when IT happened. I had never really believed in it ... but it's true ... there really is such a thing as love at first sight.




So ... Mom, Dad ... Guess What!? ... I'M GETTING A







POST NOTE: I'm writing this story just a couple of weeks after that eventful day and today was the day for me to "meet the parents". I got up early this morning and drove out to Lecco, about an hour northeast of Milano, so that they could "measure" me up and ensure that we would make a good match. I'm very happy to report that we got along grandly. Perhaps many of you will think I'm rushing into things - but, we've set the "big date" for the end of January. Of course, I hope as many of you as possible can make the trip out out and meet (if not kiss) the new _ride.