Yes, we left
Fez a week (or two?) ago. It was a strange parting: I was anxious to go, yet
didn’t want to leave. I know Morocco has a hold on us. No matter how “other” it
may seem (and it is the most exotic place we’ve been, on this trip or any), we
both feel powerfully drawn to it. We’ll be back, I’m sure.
OK, so on to
Italy, through Tuscany and then one month in Lecce. We are taking our time driving through the Italian countryside – and skirting a
few big cities – on our trip south. The plane landed in Pisa, but by the time
we got baggage and a rental car the sun was dipping below the horizon, so we
missed the tower. (All those travel sites that say don’t bother? I believe
them!)
Instead, we’d
planned a few nights in Lucca, less than an hour away. It’s an old, walled
city, but small enough that we didn’t mind arriving in the near-dark. (Well, I
always mind arriving in the dark, but it was not difficult, I mean to say!) We
had a pleasant apartment, just outside the walls. Lucca is a very pretty city, but
I must say I did not appreciate it until we went to Florence.
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| Basilica di San Giovanni, one of several superb churches in Lucca |
Ah, Firenze, former capitol of the Medici Empire,
home to popes, rulers, and bully boys (sometimes all in the same person). And,
the city that probably has more art per square meter than anywhere else on
earth. How could we not go?! So the second morning of our Lucca stay
found us on the train headed for Florence.
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| The justly famous Florence cathedral, Il Duomo di Firenze |
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| Facade of the Cathedral, also known as Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore (entry is free but lines were around the block) |
Stunning
architecture, fantastic buildings, and great fashions in the shop windows. And
people. People, people everywhere. We lasted almost four hours before we were
studying our notes to find when the next train left for Lucca. But not before
we saw the Duomo with its famous cupola* and adjacent tower, passed through
the Piazza della Signoria with its statues, including a copy of Michelangelo’s David
out front (and lines of people around the block), and headed for the Ponte Vecchio, the old bridge. Famed for
the gold smiths whose workshops have traditionally lined the bridge, on this
day it was a mob scene, with tour leaders waving their little flags, and the
group members hastening to follow along while concentrating on the voices in
their earphones.
*Yes, duomo is Italian for cathedral; “dome”
translates to cupola in Italian. Now
you know…
We strolled
the length of the bridge; l I think we had lunch somewhere there at a nice
little pizza shop (we eat a lot more pizza in Italy, and Europe in general,
than we do at home – it’s worth eating here!).
We
passed the Pitti Palace and wandered through smaller streets before re-crossing
the river on our way back to the train station. I’d like to return Florence,
but in the wintertime, and perhaps spend a week or so to fully explore the
amazing art and architecture. Dropping in for a day is NOT the way to do it! It
ended up being more frustrating than fulfilling.
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| Us, in front of the Pitti Palace (and the lion thing) |
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| Basilica di Santa Maria Novella, seen on our way to the train station in Firenze |
We
arrived back in Lucca refreshed by a quick nap on the train. Our walk home took
us through the entire length of the old city, and I found the buildings, the
churches, the palaces to be on a smaller scale but no less magnificent that
those in Florence. And, no lines and cheaper admission prices! As I said, the
trip to Florence greatly raised my appreciation for Lucca…
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| Duomo di San Marino in Lucca (magnificent architecture, no crowds!) |
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| Chiesa di San Michele in Foro, St. Michael's Church; perhaps Lucca's most magnificent church |
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| Lucca's Piazza dell'Anfiteatro. We had dinner here this night. Molto romantico! |
The Hill Towns of Tuscany
Pisa
and Lucca are in the northern part of Tuscany; further south are the rolling
hills and extensive fields of the famous hill towns. We sent several days in Montepulciano,
famous for its Vino Nobile (its
signature wine, made principally from Sangivese grapes), and for its fabulous
views. The thing is, most of the hills in central Tuscany are topped with
ancient stone towns, each with a signature wine, and jaw-dropping views of the
surrounding countryside. And at least in the early spring, things are green
green green. More than once while visiting these towns we’d fantasize about
living in one of those upper-story apartments on the edge of town, overlooking
an endless valley covered in green fields.
Volterra was one of our favorite towns, recommended for its Etruscan walls, Roman ruins, alabaster art, and views like this:
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| Alleyway in Pienza, another of our favorite hill towns |
But then, just driving around we'd come across scenes like this winery:
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| Cypress trees lining the road; classic Tuscany! |
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| Panorama of Tuscany from the ramparts of Montepulciano |
Our favorite Tuscan towns: Volterra, Pienza, and, for something a bit larger, Montepulciano (where we stayed four days).
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| On the road to Montepulciano, with the famous Chiesa di San Biagio in the foreground |
Of course,
the price of a green countryside is plenty of rain, and we awoke on our last
day in Tuscany to a light drizzle. We were planning a walk along the lake, but
that clearly wasn’t going to happen. Instead, we figured we’d get on the road,
and split our eight-hour drive to Lecce (nine, with stops) into two shorter trips.
Driving
conditions were good. No sun in the eyes, no glare or intense windscreen
reflections; no sharp shadows, just low-contrast, even lighting. The rain let
up, and we made it to the mountains that separate the plains of the interior of
Italy from the plains of the coast. And that’s when things got weird, just a
little.
Our trusty
GPS lead us off the four-lane divided highway and onto a well-paved but narrow
road up into the mountains. Sharp hair-pin turns climbing steeply, no
shoulders, abrupt drop-offs… we continued up, more amused than amazed, enjoying
the mountain views and the complete lack of other traffic. Eventually the hills
leveled out, there were flat, open fields, and a small farming community. And,
a highway on-ramp. The trip down to the coast went much faster than the trip up
the mountains!
(Let’s see, that maps on that chip I bought are at
least five years old. And things do change. Next European trip we’ll buy new
maps!)
Montesilvano and the Coast
After the
historic and incredibly picturesque stone towns of Tuscany, the modern coastal
cities seemed dull and anti-climactic. But Montesilvano – our goal for the day –
was agreeable enough, even if it did not fit the stereotype of an Italian
coastal tourist town.
Our BnB was
located in a pleasant residential neighborhood a few blocks from the beach, and
the owners were very kind. We took a quick walk to the beach: the season was
just getting started, the umbrellas we starting to be put out, the cafes getting
ready to open. (Going to the beach in Europe is a much more formal affair than
in California!) We stared across the clean sand to the waters of the Adriatic,
and knew that in the far distance lay Croatia, and the city of Split.
We’d had a
good time there, when we visited it some months back, and now BBQ
Boy Frank and his wife, Lissette, our second favorite travel blogger (guess
who our most
favorite is!), had just gotten a long-term residence permit. Good for you, Frank!
We didn’t
spend too much time staring out to sea, though, as night was coming on and we
needed dinner, and wanted to be up early to get back on the road.
Vieste
Looking at
the famous “boot” of Italy there is a “spur” that juts out to the east just
above the heel, a bit north of the city of Bari. This area is designated Parco Nazionale del Gargano, the Gargano
National Park. We’d long been interested in exploring this area, so our next
stop was the city of Vieste, the eastern-most point of the spur.
As we drove
along the top edge of the “bump”, the coast was dramatic, with the blue sea a brilliant
turquoise close to shore. At least, what little of the coast we could see; in
this mountainous area the winding road did not often allow views. But soon
enough we were settled into our B-and-B, set in the hills above the town with
dramatic views of the harbor and the sea beyond.
Frankly,
though, I wasn’t much taken by Vieste. Perhaps it was again due to the contrast
between the ancient stone buildings set in the dramatic green hills of Tuscany and
the comparatively dull modern apartments in the coastal town. It was a fine
town, and right there on the water. But decidedly lacking in charm…
We spent one
day driving through the forest that covers this peninsula and that forms the
National Park: Foresta Umbra it’s
called, the shadowed forest (or some such). I read it’s the last remnants of
the ancient forests that once covered all of Europe, so it is certainly
significant. We walked a bit; it’s deep, and dark, and very very green.
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| I like the contrast between the dark earth and the new green growth |
So I give
the mountains of Gargano high marks, but the coastal areas, not so much. It
seems that all the level areas along the beach are taken up by holiday camps,
commercial establishments to provide accommodations and camping spaces (and
restaurants, and groceries, etc etc) to summer-time visitors. Most of them were
closed this early in the season (we never did find a good grocery store); most
of what we saw of these camps was high wire fences and automatic gates. I’ll
bet this area is a real madhouse in the heat of the summer!
Lecce
Wow. This post is getting really big! And, we just arrived in Lecce. We’ll have to find out
what this place is like. More on that later, no doubt...
