Friday, February 19, 2010

Roman holiday


My friend Megan over at Bella Vita Italia posted the following statement the other day on Facebook

For all of you who think living in Italy is all about sitting under a vine-covered terrace sipping Chianti and watching the sunset over the Tuscan hills, PLEASE. Winter is cold, almost always damp, ugly and there is no sitting outside. So ready for spring...
I couldn't agree more. Both she and I come from places where seasons are more tied to fashion than the weather (she from southern California and I from the Texas gulf coast) and winter here can seem very, very, veeerrrryy long: interminable.
So what do you do to take your mind off the cold, the rain, the whining dogs and restless children?
When I can, I like to travel.
Last week I started my masters course in Italian Enogastronomic Culture and Traditions in Rome. It was a fabulous excuse to go visit friends and reacquaint myself with the eternal city. I also caught the Italy-England rugby game on Sunday and made a quick trip down to Naples with my husband and son.
The food! The sights! The snow! Yes, I was caught in a snowstorm in Rome, the likes of which had not been seen since 1985.

 

     

The food! The sights! The snow! Yes, I was caught in a snowstorm in Rome, the likes of which had not been seen since 1985.
Of course though, the best part of travelling was getting back to the rain and gloom of Fontona and the Ligurian coastline. No matter how grim it is outside, it's where my heart is.


1 comments:

Bonnie Hannigan said...

You come to see your friend Bonnie in Montana in the winter! Winter is for mountains and snow.

Fontona?

Where's Fontona? Fontona is a small village between Monterosso al Mare and Levanto, Italy. After living for 18 years in the historic center of Monterosso in the Cinque Terre, we decided to pack up and move to the countryside. We are less than 15 minutes from the main piazza of Monterosso but far away from the crowds.
Not much goes on in Fontona, Mass on Sundays and sometimes the Boy Scout troop hikes by. We are content to wait for the spring violets, spot our resident hawks and decide what to make for dinner.