Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Rome

Vatican.  Colosseum.  Gelato.

We braved the heat and headed to Rome last weekend, along with tens of thousands of other tourists. (I think the tourists out-numbered the locals, seriously).  Upon check-in, the hotel’s receptionist gave us a map with suggested walking routes, sight-seeing tips, and the top gelato spots, which was really helpful (she was a young ex-pat from the east coast).  It was late, so we went straight to bed to rest up for our whirlwind weekend.

Since it was peak tourist season, we knew we’d have to be patient and wait in lines (ugh), so we started bright and early on Saturday and went straight to Vatican City to hit the Museums when the doors opened.  It was definitely crowded, but the vast collection of paintings, sculptures and tapestries was impressive.  If we had more time, we would’ve taken a tour to learn more about the stuff we were looking at.  Next time.  I was excited to  see the Sistine Chapel, and boy was it crowded. The guards kept yelling Shhhhh! and Silence Please! which was kinda funny.  



We departed the chapel with a tour group so we could take a short-cut to St. Peter’s (otherwise, the non-tour groups have to walk all the way around the perimeter and go through security again).  Good thinking Matt!  We also went up the dome/cupola at St. Peter’s, and the climb smelled like a sweaty locker room, with no air, but the view from the top was gorgeous – we lucked out with a sunny, clear day (hence the hot, hot weather).




We spent about 3 hours at the Vatican museums, church, and square – it’s a lot to take in!  Sadly, there were no Pope sightings, just the colorful Swiss Guards in their puffy attire.


Then we headed over to Piazza Navona, passing the Castel Sant’Angelo and crossing the Tiber along the way.  I’d love to take a tour of the Pope’s private, underground tunnel from the Vatican to Castel Sant’Angelo, how fun would that be!?







 




Although the weather was stifling, it was so nice to be able to fill up our water bottles at the many, beautiful fountains throughout the city.  I mean, we’re drinking from the same fountain as the residents who lived here 2,000 years ago, which is just mind-boggling!
 
After stopping for lunch near Piazza Navona, we went on an epic walk, hitting the Pantheon, Campo de’ Fiori, Jewish ghetto, Trastevere neighborhood, Trevi Fountain, Spanish Steps, and the shopping district.  I wish we brought the GPS watch to see how far we walked!  After being on our feet all day in the blazing sun, we were definitely ready for a drink, but it was actually hard to find a decent place.  There was nothing near the Spanish Steps, which surprised me.  We ended up at a small pub near our hotel, and the owner, from New Zealand, even made the comment to Matt, “boy, you really take her to the nice places!”  Yeah it was total pub, but we sat outside in the shade and enjoyed our cold beer.



  


 We also found Matt's piazza!


For dinner we ate at a wine bar in Piazza Pasquino that had good reviews.  The piazza actually had several restaurants surrounding the little square and they all seem more or less “same same” to me, but the place I had read about was crowded and we waited about ½ hour to sit outside.  The weather at night was great, and sitting outside was very pleasant.  We enjoyed some Italian white wine and Matt had the local meatballs (which were more like “patties”), and very yummy.  We stumbled upon an old-school gelato place after dinner, so we enjoyed a sweet treat on our walk back to the hotel.   The Trevi fountain was also nearby, and it was even busier at nighttime!

 


Our second day was reserved for Rome’s ruins – mainly the Colosseum, Roman Forum and Palantine Hill.  We hit the Roman Forum and Palantine Hill first, and although we didn’t always know what we were looking at, the structures were pretty extraordinary.  I didn’t realize the Palantino was so vast and well-preserved.  At the Colosseum, we took a guided tour in English, which was really interesting and put a lot of the myths and embellishments from the movies to rest.


 
 


There’s a crypt we read about that’s made of monk’s bones (Capuchin Crypt), which sounded morbid yet interesting.  Underneath the Santa Maria Immacolata Concezione, there are five chambers that were filled between 1528 and 1870 with decorative mosaics made from over 4,000 cappuccini (monks).  It was a little more “artistic” than we expected, and definitely unusual.  Creepy?



We spent the afternoon making our way over to Villa Borghese park and Piazza del Popolo, stopping for a quick bite at the top of the Spanish Steps.  I guess all the cute places to get a drink are hidden at the top of the steps, which we just looked at but didn’t go up on Saturday.  We’ll remember that for next time….



 
For Sunday's dinner we researched a few restaurants near the Campo de’ Fiori that sounded promising.  The first place had good reviews and said you needed reservations, but we decided to drop in and chance it.  Well, the place looked more like a gourmet food store and wasn’t even open, so after confusion and some expletives we headed to another one I had written down.  It was a family-run place on a cute little piazza in a more residential area, but the hostess said without reservations we could only sit inside, so we decided against it.  Who knew it would be so hard to find a place to eat?  We ended up walking through the piazza where we had dinner on our first night, but I didn’t even realize it until Matt pointed it out.  Luckily, we found a cozy place called The Library, which looked like grandma’s living room, fitted with a piano, tables covered in doilies, china cabinet, and lots of candles – it was so charming!  They started us off with some prosecco (gratis) and an amuse bouche of some sort of mashed potatoes with leeks.  Yum.  Both our pasta entrees were delicious as well, and when we paid they offered us grappa or limoncello (Matt tried the limoncello, which was strong!).  I must say, our night may’ve started out a bit chaotic, but it ended on a really high note, and we lucked out with The Library.




On our last morning we had a few hours before our flight, so we went on another long walk, passing by the Trevi fountain yet again, and this time the fountain was drained and workers were sweeping up all the coins tossed in by passersby from the previous day.  I read in the LP that the city collects an average of €3,000 each day!  Now that’s a lot of coinage.  We walked to several piazzas, saw more ruins, and the Basilica di San Pietro in Vincoli, where the chains worn by St. Peter before his crucifixion are on display.  Our trip to the Eternal City was hot and crowded, yet delightful.  Ciao ciao, until next time!


 

Monday, August 20, 2012

Alsace


Sylvaner.  Gerwuz.  Riesling.

This past weekend we drove North, to the Alsace region in France.  It was a scorcher though, in the 90’s!  We wanted to take the “Route des Vins d’Alsace” through the wine villages on the way up, but the road wasn’t very well marked at the first town we went through (Thann), and our Garmin navigator was giving us conflicting directions (thanks for nothing “Emily”) ….. we were kinda lost for a bit and drove through Thann a few times.  We finally caught up with the road a bit further north at Guebwiller, where we had our first glimpse of the famed half-timbered houses. 




Driving on the little winding roads surrounded by vineyards and hopping from one cute village, to another even cuter village, was truly scenic.  The towns are very medieval and made up of colorful half-timbered houses adorned with geraniums, winding alleyways, old churches, gates and ramparts.   I expected to run into Hansel & Gretel around every corner!



We also enjoyed a few wine tastings on Saturday.  Our first stop was Turckheim, which also happened to be throwing its annual medieval festival.  “In Truckheim, in the Brand, Grows the King of Alsace Wine, Passer-by, whoever you are, Believe in this old saying, Come to a halt and drink.”   



The tasting set-up is a bit different than what we're used to in the States: we smiled, asked if they spoke English and said we were interested in a tasting.  They spoke English and basically asked what we wanted to try (it’s all free, but you're expected to make a purchase).  The tasting rooms are also not located at the vineyard itself, but rather at a separate location, usually in town.  Since we’re not familiar with Alsace wine, the hostess at Cave de Turckheim guided us along (dressed as a medieval wench, to boot, thanks to the festival).  She didn’t really describe the wines too much, but rather poured.  It was a large and modern tasting/sales room, reminiscent of dozens of places in Napa or Sonoma – and we were the only people there.  Not terribly exciting, but a good start, and the wine was nice (we took 2 bottles). 

We continued through several more charming towns and stopped at Niedermorschwihr for the wines at  Vins d’Alsace Justin Boxler.  This tasting room was tiny and cave-like.  There was an elderly French couple finishing up when we arrived.  The woman here spoke English as well and we tried a few more varieties of white wine; we also left with another a bottle in hand.  



All of these towns are very, very small and felt somewhat sleepy – I was wondering where all the people were since it’s peak tourist season.  Then we hit Riquewihr, which is apparently where all the tourists were hiding!  It’s a popular, quaint town on the wine road with a pristine “old town” lined with vibrant, half-timbered houses and looked like a shiny penny.  There was a band marching through town as well, giving it an extra festive feel!



Our last tasting of the day was at the next town up, Hunawihr.   We rang the bell at Sipp Mack and were lead down to another “private” tasting (yeah, we were the only patrons).  The guy spoke perfect English and said he spent some time in the Yakima / Central Washington areas studying wine and said he wanted to settle in Seattle (small world!), but ended up back in France.  We asked if they get many American tourists in this region and he said no, not at all.  Well, we enjoyed a more typical tasting here, where he described the wines and gave us the opportunity to do side-by-side comparisons.  Matt had a good time talking to him and asking questions. We tried several different wines, including a grassy Muscat and even a cold pinot noir (ok, it wasn’t that great), but we really enjoyed the other wines and took home 3 bottles (yep, stalking up on the local wine!).


We stayed overnight in Saint Hippolyte, a town pretty much smack in the middle of the wine road.  It was super small!  The hotel was beautiful though, it’s an old converted school and we had territorial views of the surrounding vineyards and the town below.  We ate at one of the only restaurants in town, Hupsa Pfannala, but it was delicious.  I thought the name of the restaurant, “Hupsa Pfannala”, meant the traditional, ultra-thin flat breat pizza, so Matt ordered that (we thought it was "meat with tomato sauce"), and I ordered a big, hearty salad.  Well, we soon learned that “Hupsa Pfannala” is a local dish made from potatoes, cream, garlic, bacon and grilled in the oven.  It came out on a little skillet on a wood board.  And it wasn’t tomato sauce, but creamy, white cheese sauce.  It was so rich and could’ve been eaten at breakfast as well, but boy-oh-boy was it was tasty.  So, it definitely ended up being a nice surprise!  Good thing we’re not picky eaters…..


Our hotel

View from our room of town


Sunday morning, we enjoyed a leisurely stroll through the vineyards to the next town, Orschwiller.  There are great, marked paths between all the vineyards so you could literally walk from village to village (it’s also very popular with cyclists).



We then drove up to Castle Haut-Koenigsbourg and did a quick self-guided tour.  The castle offered panoramic views of the valley and vineyards below, and we could also see all the way across to Germany.


Ribeauville - another popular town on the wine road.


Before returning to Basel, we stopped in Colmar for lunch, a much larger town with 80,000 people.  It’s called the “Little Venice of Alsace”, but we walked through the old town, and although it was really beautiful, we saw only two tiny canals, thus we were stumped.  However, on our way back to the car, and after cooling off in the fountain, we finally found the big canal!

 
 
It was our first time driving through the border/customs back to Switzerland, but the border patrol directed us to go straight through, so that was easy enough!  Yay.

It was still soooo hot when we returned to Basel that we decided to end our Sunday with a float down the Rhine, a nice and fun way to cool off!  The river was beyond crowded, what a sight.  And now we’re enjoying some of the white wine we bought over the weekend, which tastes very good in this scorching weather.  Cheers!