Last day in Italy (for now)
I haven't blogged for a while, because work has been so hectic. We are staying in a tiny town, surrounded by national park, called Sorina. Across the driveway from my room is a cow pasture; I had to get up in the middle of the night to close the door to the balcony because the cowbells woke me up. It is much cooler here than in Napoli, so we are not sweating by the time we get to the office.
Sunday night, our first night in Sorina, we ate at the hotel restaraunt. Eric (who we call Enrico now), ordered two bottles of wine. We were feeling very happy when we left. I had bruschetta, mixed grill (lamb, sausage, pork chop, and veal) and mixed grilled veggies. Very tasty. Then I had this rum-soaked chocolate torte for dessert.
Last night, though, the directors from the office wanted to take us "to see a show and have dinner." I left my camera in the office. If I had known what we were going to do, I wouldn't have done that. They drove us up onto the mountains above Naples, where we stopped to watch the sun set over the Med. The stops looked down over the city, and they were absolutely gorgeous. I really wish I had had my camera.
We ate in a small neighborhood restaraunt that was outdoors under an awning. While we ate, we watched the ships come and go from Napoli, and then the moon rose over Mt. Vesuvius and reflected on the water of the bay. I really wish I had had my camera.
They served a house white wine, and tons of appetizers, including mozzarella bufala, mixed seafood (which i didn't try, of course), and wonderful bruchetta and fried sea kelp (no, really, you need to try it). Dinner was pasta with tomato sauce and eggplant. Dessert was a lemon pound cake with a light lemon icing, along with a lemon liquer that really packed a wallop. To make it, you take pure alcohol, or vodka, and peel lemons into it. Then you store it in the dark for 9 or 10 days. After that, you make a syrup of sugar and water (cooked), and strain the lemon-alcohol into it. Store in the fridge for a couple of weeks, if it lasts that long.
As Sue said, in a fake drunken slur, "we had shish niiiice lemon thing - stuff - drink, an' it awl gess fushy after that...."
After lunch today, they took us into town for baba (imagine a rum-soaked lemon cupcake) and rocket fuel. I mean coffee, not rocket fuel. It's, um, strong, though. I leave at five tomorrow morning, so unless something spectacular happens, this will be the last log from Italy until my next trip.
Sunday night, our first night in Sorina, we ate at the hotel restaraunt. Eric (who we call Enrico now), ordered two bottles of wine. We were feeling very happy when we left. I had bruschetta, mixed grill (lamb, sausage, pork chop, and veal) and mixed grilled veggies. Very tasty. Then I had this rum-soaked chocolate torte for dessert.
Last night, though, the directors from the office wanted to take us "to see a show and have dinner." I left my camera in the office. If I had known what we were going to do, I wouldn't have done that. They drove us up onto the mountains above Naples, where we stopped to watch the sun set over the Med. The stops looked down over the city, and they were absolutely gorgeous. I really wish I had had my camera.
We ate in a small neighborhood restaraunt that was outdoors under an awning. While we ate, we watched the ships come and go from Napoli, and then the moon rose over Mt. Vesuvius and reflected on the water of the bay. I really wish I had had my camera.
They served a house white wine, and tons of appetizers, including mozzarella bufala, mixed seafood (which i didn't try, of course), and wonderful bruchetta and fried sea kelp (no, really, you need to try it). Dinner was pasta with tomato sauce and eggplant. Dessert was a lemon pound cake with a light lemon icing, along with a lemon liquer that really packed a wallop. To make it, you take pure alcohol, or vodka, and peel lemons into it. Then you store it in the dark for 9 or 10 days. After that, you make a syrup of sugar and water (cooked), and strain the lemon-alcohol into it. Store in the fridge for a couple of weeks, if it lasts that long.
As Sue said, in a fake drunken slur, "we had shish niiiice lemon thing - stuff - drink, an' it awl gess fushy after that...."
After lunch today, they took us into town for baba (imagine a rum-soaked lemon cupcake) and rocket fuel. I mean coffee, not rocket fuel. It's, um, strong, though. I leave at five tomorrow morning, so unless something spectacular happens, this will be the last log from Italy until my next trip.
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