The Softest Sell Ever

Yesterday we headed for the Tuscan hillside to do a little wine tasting. We have been drinking wine with most of our dinners, ok, all of our dinners, but usually just the half-litre of the house red. Sometimes we splurge for a bottle, but even then we stick to the bottom third of the price list. So this trip was exciting because we would be tasting some of the finer wines.

As it turns out, we did a lot more than just "taste" a handful of wines. Our gracious host Luigi, owner and operator, placed a plate in front of each of us with a generous helping of delicious cheese, bread, and salami. Then he poured a dinner glass' worth of the first wine. He stood back, asking us to show him our wine tasting technique. Of course Kim got high marks for her sloshing, but I think I also scored well due to my swirling and smelling. After we had established ourselves as seasoned wine tasters, he kept the glasses coming, stating that you need a big mouthful to really appreciate the wine. He also wanted us to try each wine with the cheese, bread, and salami to determine our favorite combinations.

Nine fantastic wines later, he simply explained to write down the quantities of each type that we wanted delivered to our home. He was a very charismatic salesman, full of information about wine making, but I doubt he ever has to make a really hard sale. After two hours of delicious wine and snacks, who says, "I think we'll pass"? We ordered some bottles on one condition, that he could delay the shipment for a few weeks. We've trusted our mothers with souvenir shipments before, but not this time!

I Won!

For months we've been planning to ski. Many of the Eastern European countries we've been to have had slopes that would have been more than adequate for us, but for one reason or another, we just kept putting it off. Well, Italy is it. That's right, this is the last country we plan to visit before heading back to The States. It was time to find a place to ski. After months of trash talk about who is the better skier--faster, more experienced, most daring--it was time prove myself. We made our booking in Aosta, a town in a valley of the Italian Alps not far from Torino where the 2006 Olympics were held. We picked up some snow pants, a three day lift ticket, rented skis, and we were off.

The first stage up the mountain is in a cablecar. From Aosta it takes you up 1200 meters, quickly. That is the vertical distance. My pulse was definitely quickening. I was trying to stay focused on the shocking beauty of the mountains. How I've never felt quite so tiny and swallowed up by the landscape like this before. But my heartbeat was so loud! After the cablecar, it was time to put on my skis and climb further up the mountain on the chair lift. Holy shit! What was I thinking! I haven't been skiing since gym class during the Fire Break--that was ninth grade! And I'm not in good shape anymore! The only exercise I've had in nine months is walking around, leisurely walking!

Michael seemed calm and collected on the outside, but I sensed he had exaggerated his skills, maybe almost as much as I had. We made it to the top of one of the two "easy" hills, and off we went. I felt a little off at first, but then I heard that "swish swish" we'd been talking about for months. The skis didn't feel quite as foreign as I had feared. The crisp cold didn't seem so chilling as we weaved down the mountain (past multitudes of under ten-year-olds). When we finally arrived at the bottom Michael told me he was struggling with his left turns. Victory! I had won! I was the better skier!Okay, okay, over our three days on the mountain, I must admit, Michael proved himself a bit more gutsy. He took on the steeper parts of the hills, and he made his descents faster, and with less fear than I sometimes felt. I fell once, and he never did. He claims he was ready to take on a Black hill if we'd one more day. But I think if we'd had a few more days I would have come out ahead. One thing is certain; we had a fantastic time. We were sad to have to leave the slopes.From Aosta we went to Riomaggiore in the Liguria region. It is one of the five small villages that makes up Cinque Terre, and was the perfect place to rest our tired muscles. We took the winding stroll between our village and the next one over. The weather was beautiful. Liguria is the source of pesto. Needless to say, we enjoyed the stunning views and ate well. After two nights there we moved on to Bologna, with a day trip yesterday to Parma. This region is considered the gastronomic heart of Italy (the world?). The standard antipasti, seen below, includes Parma ham (Proscuitto), Parmesan cheese, green olives, salami, and bologna (Mortadella). Mmmmm. In the morning we're off to Florence. If you've been to Italy, and you want to suggest your favorite places, please do!

Venice: Canals and Carbs

Buon Giorno! We had a fantastic time in Venice. It is such a unique place. We arrived having heard mixed reviews, but left totally satisified with our time there.




Venice is essentially a maze that tourists stand no chance of figuring out. The main attractions, like San Marco, Accademia, and Rialto have signs pointing the way all over town, but they are almost always not the most direct path. So we ended up winding our way down narrow streets and alleyways only to make yet another U-turn, but we did eventually find what we were looking for. What makes it all pleasant is that there are no cars, only pedestrians and water traffic. Another nice addition was the multitude of "Gelaterias," delicious ice-cream vendors at nearly every turn. I think we proved the theory that ice-cream just fills in the gaps in your stomach, because I managed to fit a few scoops well after I felt completely stuffed!

Venice offers some wonderful tourist sights, particluarly The Basilica of San Marco. The interior is covered with incredible mosaics, no pictures allowed of course. It also has a rather disturbing collection of relics. I'm not going to criticize any particular relgion here, but the display of fingertips, jawbaones, fermurs, hair, and teeth was odd to see outside of a natural history museum! There are more incredible churches scattered all over the city, but this being Italy, and with plans to visit Rome, we only visited a few.



We had heard that Venice is overrun with tourists, garbage, and bad odors. We were lucky to be visiting in low season, and the only bad smelling place was near Rio Toaletta. The one difficulty that we didn't expect was the flooding. The town flooded, so that many of the streets were passable only with golashes, at high tide. The local tourist industry was well-prepared though, setting up makeshift walkways to allow the steady flow of tourist cash!



We also had a one night stop over in Verona, famous as the setting of "Romeo and Juliet." We had an excellent day there, with lunch on the Piazza and some time to explore the Roman arena. Italy has been everything it could be so far, and we're excited to see more!

Slovenia...Who could want to leave?

A few months ago in Uganda, we hung out with a couple of Slovenians. Mateja gave us her email, so last week when we were in Hungary we let her know we'd be in town. She emailed back and invited us to stay at her house! In Slovenia (and lots of other places we've been) it's not uncommon for kids to never move away from home. Often a floor is added to the house or a new home is built next door. So we got to stay with Mateja and her parents.

We arrived in the capital Ljubljana at about 9p.m., and we were starving. After 12 hours of travel with no food and almost missing our train out of Budapest we thought we would grab a bite from McDonald's before Mateja got there. Luckily she was already waiting for us because her mom had dinner ready for us. And we have had more delicious home cooked meals for the last four days. The biggest meal of the day is lunch, usually eaten at about 3p.m. We've had chicken, beef, pork, blood sausage, leek soup all prepared from fresh veggies from their garden. But on our last night we had a real treat. Mateja's mom taught me how to make potica! I didn't even realize potica is Slovenian!

On our first day here we toured Škocjanske Caves. We weren't allowed to take pictures but just imagine Lord of the Rings. We were both waiting for Golem to creep up behind us. After that we went to Sodražica, where my great-grandfather Perushek's immigration papers say he emigrated from. It felt strange to drive around town and think about him living here. I studdied everyone's faces trying to decide if they looked like anyone in my family. Then we stopped at a restaurant, and after we finished, Mateja asked the two people in the restaurant if they kenw any Perusheks in the village. This guy said his grandmother had been a Perushek before she got married!

If I had known more information, we could have dug a little deeper, but all I knew was his name. Should have been a better listener. Sorry Gram! Here are some more picture from the last few days.

My cold limited us in Hungary, but the baths with healing waters from natural hot springs in Budapest were a huge help.Wish I had more time to blog, but the internet in Venice isn't cheap (and there is too much to see)! Miss you all!