18 November 2007

Fall Break in Rimini, Italy


Yet another enjoyable weekend! What an authentically Italian experience I had, listening to beautiful Italian in conversation (which to my dismay I didn’t understand), eating pasta with every meal, and seeing what life is like in a beachside town in Emilia-Romagna, Italy. I was graciously hosted by Jonathan Benatti and family, and boy, did they take good care of me – walking me through local markets, the beach, around the old part of town, and welcomed in their day-to-day activities. I gained some culinary knowledge from Mrs. Benatti on real Italian cooking during me time there too. Needless to say, I’m looking forward to trying some new tricks with my homemade pizzas when I return home.

Jonathan included me in his school day also; I was able to visit his school in Forli where he studies aeronautical engineering and is working toward obtaining his masters degree. One of the nights, he invited me to join him and his friends in a game of Texas Hold ‘Em. (Unfortunately, I didn’t hold my own, but I was able to win a few rounds when we played 5-card poker – what they call “European” poker) I enjoyed meeting his friends, and was a little sad that is wasn’t summer, because I would really have liked to play soccer and volleyball on the beach with them. One morning, however, I took the opportunity to run alongside the Adriatic on the boardwalk. What a gorgeous body of water; the run was memorable as I could see down the coast, distinguish each brightly colored hotel and building along the beach, smell the fish and saltwater, and hear the waves washing up on the sand.
As Jonathan took me around Rimini, there were several things that reminded me of a Northern Californian city, but missing the hustle and bustle. Perhaps the feeling in town is different in the off-season, when I visited, nevertheless, the foliage was very similar, the streets, and various store fronts were reminiscent of a Carmel.
Rimini itself is quite young; for many of the buildings were destroyed by Allied bombs in WWII. There still are, however, remnants of Roman walls, a medieval castle, and a couple of Renaissance-era buildings. What still gets me in Italy, especially, are the unexpected churches that you come upon, or Roman arches that just lie at the end of a street, and how that is just a part of the country’s history and a typical part of the Italian landscape.

Rimini was greener and quieter than the cities I had previously visited in Italy. I got to try my first roasted chestnut, and also some piada (a local favorite of meat, cheese, pumpkin stuffing in a flat-bread/tortilla that was very good).
Thank you Benattis for allowing me to be a part of your lives in Rimini!
Ciao!

05 November 2007

Gimmelwald




To describe the beauty and the grandeur of the mountains in words is difficult. To capture their sheer size and the way that the sun glints off the snow-covered peaks is similarly challenging. Needless to say, the Alps this weekend really were spectacular, and it was a perfect, relaxing retreat to the mountains. We were able to hike all weekend, and discover several trails in the Schilthorn Mountain hiking/skiing basin.


Our hostel was set on the side of a cliff in the small 100-person town of Gimmelwald, Switzerland. The weather was perfect the entire time, and although most of the Alpine farm animals were in barns or on the Lauterbrunnen Valley floor far below, we still were able to see some ponies, sheep, and goats on our walks through Gimmelwald and neighboring village Murren. What we found out later is that the town faces three significantly tall (and well-known) mountains in the Alps (Eiger, Monch, and Jungfrau), so that was cool too.


This was my favorite weekend so far, as I was able to spend quality time with dear friend Max Mean, explore the interior of some sweet ice caves, and enjoy the outdoors and breathtaking views. My favorite meal (I'm coming to find that I seem to mention something about a meal every post..) was a simple picnic of Swiss cheese, fresh baguette, apples, and trail mix. We were situated on a grassy hill warmed by the sun, and we were satisfied to simply bask in the heart of the mountains. For a time, we just watched helicopters fly by, counted the paragliders (and wished we were paragliding too), and talked in awe about the raw beauty and peacefulness of the place.

After this weekend, I now am hooked on Rooibos chai tea, looking for the next opportunity to jump off a cliff and paraglide, and trying to figure out when I can return to this mountain paradise, eat some more of Esther's fresh yogurt, and tally up shooting stars in the night sky.

Video one: Max found a PVC pipe and decided to play his own Alpenhorn song...
Video two: our picnic spot!

Max also has some pictures online also at http://picasaweb.google.com/maxwellmean/Switzerland?authkey=WaEvf1R3QYk
Check them out too!!!