Some more polaroids from Italy 🙂
By Beth Raper
Some more polaroids from Italy 🙂
By Beth Raper
Rolling green hills and piercing blue skies, cottages, farm villages and churches dotted the landscape. I knew South Tyrol would be beautiful but I never guessed how beautiful. In fact it’s the most beautiful place I’ve seen with my own eyes. South Tyrol or Sudtirol belonged to the Austrian Empire until 1919 when it was ceded to Italy, so the road signs are in German as well as Italian and the German visitors outnumber Italians about four to one. We were headed to Brunico, our last destination before going home, and saved the best for last we did indeed. It was a nice change from the chaos of the cities, because quite literally the only thing to do there is to experience it’s beauty – and discover yourself along the way. We choose Brunico because we wanted to see the Dolomites and we just happened to have a friend, Alessandro, who lives there running the most charming bed and breakfast you’ll ever see called Villa La Bercia in S.Vigilio. He runs it with his mother and uncle who will make you feel at home and like one of the family. Some of the highlights were the cuisine – I had a dish that is specific to that area, tuna Filoncino which is basically like a rolled pizza but with a different kind of sauce. It was very good, and I still have cravings for it. In the morning time Alessandro’s mother, Giovanna, would make me speck which is technically bacon, but it was like no bacon I had ever had. It was delicious! The other highlights were the hiking. We went in September so the snow wasn’t quite there yet. We went hiking around Lago di Braise, the air was so clean and fresh it was like I was taking a breath for the first time. The water was the most amazing shade of green and clear enough to see to the bottom. A little surprise along the way, a small cafe in a clearing up the trail where hikers can stop for a beer and a brat – Now that’s my kind of hiking! On the way back down we sat by the lake and took a nap. It was all very enjoyable and quite pleasant. A glorious way to end our trip!
My first day in Venice I walked a lot. That’s not really saying too much because the unique thing about Venice is that you will never see a car. In fact you rarely even see bikes because of all the steps and narrow pathways. The main means of conveyance is of course by boat! And foot. The streets were filled with people. It was hard to imagine anyone actually living there, it felt like everyone around me was just visiting – which happens to be pretty close to the truth. I found out that the steady disappearance of Venice’s population is a reality and is closely linked to whether the city should forgo it’s status as a “living” metropolis and become a glorified theme park. For me I imagine it would be like living in Disneyland. Schemes to preserve Venice for Venetians – modern houses, more jobs, a new metro – are often at odds with those aimed at preserving Venice for profit and prosperity. What I mean is, the original integrity of these very old and beautiful structures must be maintained by law, everything has to be refurbished with the original materials. This can become very costly indeed seeing how these buildings have things like marble floors and antique stained glass windows. The owners of these buildings are finding it hard to stay as well as the other locals who are inundated with tourists on a daily basis. Even if these issues are resolved, the more literal perils still remain (too many tourists, too much pollution, too many pigeons) as well as the ultimate fate reserved for a city built on water: The relentless and corrosive advance of the elements. In any case that only makes me more grateful that I got to experience it for myself. I actually thought Venice was quite magical. Being inside the labyrinth of streets made me me forget for a moment that I was walking through a seemingly floating city until I would reach a clearing where the water met the land. Sometimes I wouldn’t even be expecting it. The first night I sat by the water and really tried to absorb my surroundings. I want to remember it forever.
I’m a little embarrassed at how long it’s taken me to get these pictures out, so I’m just going to chalk it up to the busy holiday season and leave it at that. So here we are at the heart of Florence! At this point in the trip, Florence was my favorite city we visited in Italy. It was a nice change from the vastness of Milan and where it resembled many of the other cities (Padova, Trieste) it possessed a unique heart and life of it’s own. I guess if I had to compare it to a city in California it would be the San Francisco of Northern Italy. We walked everywhere which is one of my favorite modes of transportation while traveling, and Florence is fairly easy to navigate. Our days there were replete with shopping, Nutella crepes, gelato, Renaissance art, and friendly encounters. We actually met more foreigners and tourists than we did Italians. We even came across another group of Americans from San Francisco, which sparked some excitement in me – like a “Hey! We’re from California and you’re from California and we are both in Italy!” kind of moment. In any case, Florence was a good time and damn beautiful too. Check out some of the images I got from my time there.
After staying in Padova for a night, the next morning we took a train to Milan for a couple of days. I found this city big and bustling and perhaps not as charming as some of the smaller cities, but I enjoyed exploring it just the same! While we were there we also went to a science museum and the Castello. Unfortunately it started to rain pretty hard that day and we had to stash our cameras and find shelter. Here are some of the images I got
I almost forgot. These images are also from Padova just around the city. I remember not taking very many pictures around Padova, one: because I mostly was trying to capture mental images and two: because I only spent one day there. So these images aren’t that great, but I think they’re worth sharing anyway. This day it started to rain at one point. I wrapped my camera up in my sweater and continued along the labyrinth of streets. Almost in an instant the streets were abandoned for shelter and I quickly descended into a part of the city that was residential. Honestly I couldn’t really tell but it was just the feeling I got. The wet streets looked crooked surrounded by the tall old buildings. I stopped in an antique book store where I found piles of old photos and intricately labelled medical diagrams of various parts of the body. I returned to the streets and eventually found myself at the Basilica (of which I do not have pictures except on my instagram). My friend Kaitlin and I ordered gelato and rested out in front of the Basilica. After we explored it shortly we then headed back to the vintage festival. On the way I ordered us a snack at a café in Italiano* of which I was very proud 😉
*I was determined to learn some Italian before I went on this trip. I didn’t learn as much as I wanted, but I knew some things and I was very excited to really be able to say anything!