This story cannot go on without
a mention of the Saint of Cash, the ATM. The days of travelers checks are long gone. Do they even still exist?
The ceremony goes like this:
First, the pilgrim must get in the
correct state of mind and then start a search for a bank (money temple). Then
one must locate the cash goddess, and with proper reverence and procedure, one
inserts the sanctified card into the waiting goddess orifice. If the goddess
has been fed and she looks on you positively, her lower regions open and euros
spew forth. As long as the goddess looks favorably on you, you may stay in the
country.
And that's it. All hail the goddess (it's important to keep in her good graces).
The last time I traveled, no matter
what, one could use dollars unless it was a very remote area. Now, no one is
interested in dollars.
We lucked out in several ways on
this trip. No big travel glitches except for the final one and a favorable
exchange rate for dollars to euros. One could do many things in Italy for very
little money. Even when we took a day trip to Florence, we got a two for one
ticket on a high speed train. It cost about $60 each RT, Rome/Florence and took
about 1.5 hrs each way. The train was quiet, smooth and comfortable. The conductor carried two tools; a paper
punch for punching tickets and an iphone for non paper tickets. He would just
scan the code right off the confirmation email on your phone. All amazing stuff
no matter how many times you've seen it.
The River Tiber snakes through
Rome. There are many bridges but so many twists and turns it didn't help much
as a reference point. It actually has switchbacks. On the other hand it seemed
to constantly be popping up where we didn't expect it.
Teatro di Marcello |
Teatro di Marcello |
Teatro di Marcello |
Grand Synagogue of Rome |
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Isola Tiberina |
This remarkable piece of land in the middle of the Tiber was called "Intra duos pontes" (between two bridges) by the Romans; the island was connected to the terra firma by two bridges that were originally wooden. One is the Cestio bridge, built in 46 BC by Lucius Cestius and restored numerous times over the centuries because of the flooding of the river, so that what was a single-span bridge ended up with three arches; it was also called Ponte San Bartolomeo and "ponte ferrato" (bridge strengthened with iron).
So, here we are in Rome and suddenly
I feel very ill at ease. What is wrong? Well, it seems that due to the layout
of the streets leading to the bridge, the traffic on the bridge ends up English
style or ALL WRONG. It only lasts for the duration of the bridge, but I must
say I had a visceral reaction to it.
Once across the bridge, we are in a section called
Trastevere, across the Tiber. It is one of the sections we thought about when looking through the
VRBO listings. What we saw of it seemed interesting and Bonnie had stayed there
the last time she was in Rome. After a nice stop in a small espresso and sweets
shop, bathroom too, we continued walking along a busy street.
The street took us once again to a
bridge across the Tiber and we stumbled on the Tiber Island. The Tiber Island
or Isola Tiberina is like everything in Rome, legendary.
The second bridge, Fabricio,
preceded by the Caetani Tower, which belonged to the family that had
transformed the island into a small fort in the Middle Ages, was also called
"Ponte dei Giudei" (Bridge of the Jews) because it was near the
Ghetto. It is associated with a terrible legend: the double Herms of the bridge
are said to be the heads of four architects entrusted by Sixtus V with the
restoration on the island; they evidently had a disagreement with the Pope and
were beheaded at the end of the works.
The origins of the Isola Tiberina
are to be found in the numerous legends surrounding it: it was supposed to have
arisen over an ancient ship, whose shape it still maintains, further
accentuated by the Romans, who to feed the legend built a stone prow and stern
on it, giving it the shape of a warship, with the obelisk in the centre of the
island like a ship's mast.
After standing in amazed
wonder (it happens constantly in Rome) and attempting to save the moment
in pictures, we continued across the bridge into recognizable territory. Just
as the Tiber River flows, Rome is constantly twisting and turning. We were once
again in "our neighborhood", Via Arenula, which creates the border between
the Campo di Fiori and the Jewish Ghetto. There is a very small Jewish presence
in Italy, only 45,000 in the whole country of 61 million people.
So, what's next. I'm guessing we
ate something. Food, Food, Food. Usually very good, relatively unadulterated by
modern industrial methods and prepared and served with calm reverence. There is
never any hurry, you may linger after a meal for as long as you want. In fact,
it is expected. We had so much good food but these important flavors stand out
to me: the best lamb I have ever had. I love lamb and eat it often. Superb
gelato, available everywhere, ever present wine, cheeses and breads, street
pizza to dream about, salads and
artichokes or carcciofi prepared in several ways. Oh, did I forget pasta. Bonnie
loves it and enjoyed it several times. The list goes on and the eating
discovery tour of Italy will resume someday. By the way, one remarkable thing
we both noticed about the food in Italy was that garlic was used very
sparingly.
Perhaps in some regional cooking garlic is used more
heavily.
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