Friday, October 10, 2014

Beauty and the Vendemmia

I was looking forward to starting the Stagione di Vino (wine season) with a report on a typical local vendemmia d’uva (grape harvest) and then the pressing and making of wine. I was a little late asking around, but I found that no one had a good grape crop this year and some had no oil olives at all.  I read in a paper recently that all of Europe is expecting a poor wine year. Too much rain.

Table olives and table grapes are still available in the markets, but they come from Puglia, Sicilia, ecc. We also had great plums (prugne) this year from Puglia, so who knows what affected the other fruits. 

One of the final evening events of August in our village piazza was a fashion show (sfilata) starring local teenage ragazze. Many folks gathered to watch-- close to the judges and a local bar had seating for people eating gelato or drinking cool things. I was squeezed-out of my spot behind the chairs, so made my way to a roof terrace over the bar.

Rita was the hostess and one of the key organizers. There was also a panel of judges with experience in the industry. Each girl had to choose the dress of a certain country/culture and create the outfit (probably with a lot of help from mamma or nonna and the local clothes shops!)

I didn’t have a way to record the country each young woman was representing, so am missing some info here. The Japanese outfit is obvious. Some of these ragazze went all out in their outfits and also the presentations -- some had obviously been practicing the moves of models on the red carpet! The crowd loved them all. They were bellissime.

Good memories of the recent summer as we slip into a very nice autumn. Enjoy:

Monday, September 15, 2014

Time Flies, Change Happens

Trumpet Glory 2014
Dreams and Reality
My neighbor and I came home from our morning walk and she said I should take a picture of this trumpet plant. That's how this post started. I was going to tell you about my dream to own a trumpet plant ever since I saw one in a Park's Seed catalogue. I knew better than to order one for Oregon. Park's is located in South Carolina--but I saw them growing all over the place here. So I bought one and took a cutting to grow another and now I have two!

How they looked when I set them out to grow

Being me, I couldn't leave it there. I also wanted to write about how dreams change when they become reality and how time changes everything. Yes, these things grew--they look glorious for about a week at a time (fortunately they do bloom more than once a year) but they also do nothing but cry for water, water all summer long. I'm learning how to manage them and my expectations. Just a few weeks later my neighbor suffered a stroke (she is fine now--thank goodness) and I don't know when we may walk together again but for now we talk and drink coffee. 

We need to appreciate beauty when it's there, not to expect perfection, and to accommodate change for good or ill, don't we?

Tastes Change, New Priorities

Guido learned to take a better picture and to warn me before snapping, I learned to love Italian black and white

Me dressed in remnants of Oregon not-so-chic 
Let's face it, working for the Forest Service does nothing for a woman's sense of style, even if, like me, you're a graduate of the design arts. Long story short, tastes change, hopefully for the better and life takes on new priorities. I'm taking more time with dressing these days and even now have more than one pair of everyday shoes. 

It's a surprise that it didn't go the other way with me saying "who cares how I dress?", but life is always surprising. We are still learning to get the best out of each day. This is hard when illness strikes or when the water heater keeps giving us trouble but it is now a priority to at least try.

Some changes actually went against my nature. Practicality over beauty? Or can one really have both? I'm still willing to do more work than most to have my plants on the terrace, BUT I'm thinning out the ones who really don't like being there (don't want to cooperate with gale force winter winds and summer sun).

I still love this table, just didn't work on the terrace, Umbrellas are History

We also dispensed with the beach umbrellas on the terrace and found a giant rectangular one that is actually meant for the job. The wood table went inside downstairs after we valiantly tried to protect it from the weather on the terrace and failed miserably. 

So, Father Time, march on, we are not ready for you but things will work out!

Monday, August 25, 2014

Ferragosto 2014

Ferragosto Friday dawned quietly and gorgeously in Santa Domenica Talao
My life partner and intrepid blog writer/editor thinks it's funny that someone who avoids crowds of people wanted to go report on crowds! In Italy, like France, August is when much of the population takes its annual holiday. Our neighboring town of Scalea (where we do much of our business and shopping) has a permanent population of about 10,000 inhabitants. In August, another 20,000 people arrive from Napoli and Roma to use their holiday apartments that sit vacant for 11 months.
Coming down the hill into Scalea ..great view of the Beaches in full summer 

I went out Friday morning to record some beach scenes. Many people actually reserve spots at their favorite lido a year in advance and space can be limited.  The beach was not as busy as I anticipated, but it was only 28 degrees and the sea had big swells breaking. I believe that many Italians are afraid of the sea, so when it gets choppy or with swells, they shy away instead of playing in the water. 

Only a few souls were playing this day. We would have enjoyed it had we gone to swim Friday. You can get an idea how the free public beaches look as well as the many commercial lidi.

I was going to comment on the variety of male and female bathing costumes, but for once, I kept my mouth closed.

Beach vendors are found everywhere we have been in Italy. They normally are from Pakistan, India or Africa. Some have been in our language class briefly. Walking up and down the long black sand beaches all day has to be a very hot, tough job. 

Over the years, we have never been to Scalea on Ferragosto when many people are out playing until the wee hours, so we decided to try it...the most important summer day in Italy. All August nights in Scalea are busy say some people we’ve heard from. Because we are morning people, the question was how to stay up late to see Scalea nightlife? We finish dinner about 20:00 and most entertainment begins at 22:30.

We decided to try going to bed, then wake up for the peak of the evening. 23:30 was probably a bit late because as soon as we awoke, the big fireworks display in Scalea began, followed by about 7 others done by other communities or beach lidi. Great to view from our terrace, but we didn’t get close-up photos.

The piazza 58 steps from our house in Santa Domenica as we walked to the car. We missed what probably was a nice mellow concert there judging by the number of older folks leaving as we headed out!

The Beach Scene in Scalea at Midnight

There is plenty of nightlife in Scalea and every other town on the Calabrian coastline in the summer. Small towns like our’s also put together a range of entertainment for citizens and visitors in August. It truly is a time for enjoying the outdoor evenings.  At my age however, staying closer to home - in walking distance of the bed - is piĆ¹ oculato (more prudent). Di had to remind me that we were looking for the crowds, so she pointed me to the most crowded streets on the way to the beach area from the downtown pedestrian mall. I intuitively started for the roundabout route. I'm normally very good at avoiding crowds.

These are scenes from the pedonale near Piazza Calobrese. Folks were relaxing at bars, gelateria, looking at the stuff for sale on the street, walking children in strollers, etc.

The more active and youthful restaurants and bars are on the beach. This kidee carnival remains in place most of the year, but is used only at nights  in the summer. It’s a good training ground to teach kids how to stay up late! Virtually every party, dinner or event that we have been to includes kids even if they are still up after midnight.

Ahhh, such a nice wholesome gathering of teenagers on the beach. I don’t know if they could see their phone screens in the dark! The point here is that they were not drinking anything other than water. I’ve been told that the drinking age for beer and wine is 16, and for spirits it is 18. 

Occasionally we see kids sipping beer, but not often. I won’t tell you how bad I was at that age with a group of my peers.  

The same minimal drinking thing can be said about the adults. I didn’t push anyone’s privacy with the camera, but the majority of folks at tables were enjoying gelato or drinking caffe’. A few had empty beer bottles or wine glasses. 


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