Otranto and Galatina, Italy

We loved the day trip to the beautiful seaside village of Otranto….less than 100 miles away from Albania. In 1480 the city was sacked by the Turks and 800 citizens barricaded themselves in their church with their bishop and were slaughtered.  Their bones are viewed behind the altar.  

Basilica di Santa Caterina

The bit off finger of a saint, a cure for frenetic dancing and a beautifully frescoed church make a visit to Galatina worthwhile.

The 14th-century Basilica  di Santa Caterina d’Alessandria houses well preserved vivid  frescos that are gorgeous. Inside the basilica is also the saint’s finger?  Legend has it that a crusader stopped at the monastery on Mt Sinai and kissed the saint’s hand, bit off her finger and brought the relic home to Galatina.. 

We sampled Il Pasticciotto di Galatina which was heavenly, a custard filled delight.

Our guide Dino stops to tell the story of cult tarantism, the illness caused by the bite of a tarantula spider after which the victim dances a frenzied dance until they collapse. Once a year on June 29, the cult followers make a pilgrimage to Galatina to pray to St Paul, the protector against animal and insect bites.  On the feast day of St Paul, cultists (women) come to drink the water from the well of St Paul and spit it back in to be exorcised.  In the 1960’s the    cult was condemned by the church and banned by the city.

Lecce, Italy

On the way to Lecce we are treated to views from the Greek-like White City of Ostuni with a view of the Adriatic Sea. After lunch we are treated to a sample of amaro liqueur.  Olive oil making,  tasting and harvesting in both the old way and the new automated method to make extra virgin organic olive oil is our next stop.  Our tasting teaches us to differentiate pungent, spicy and fruity types by smell and taste.

Ostuni

The city of Lecce in Puglia is a star. The city houses baroque buildings, an ancient Roman amphitheater and theater  and amazing papier-mâché artists. The symbol of the city, a she-wolf and an oak tree appear everywhere.  The patron saint of the city, Sant’Oronzo is marked with a gigantic bronze sculpture.

Gelato break

Alberobello, Italy

Lonely Planet describes Alberobello, Italy as an urban sprawl for gnomes… and it does stand out with streets filled with trullis (white cone shaped houses made of limestone) some dating back to the 14th century.  It’s a charming place to visit and souvenir shop.  We came out with pistachio, lemon and melon flavored liqueurs.

Matera, Italy

 We again hopped on board a train at Rome Termini to Bari then a short taxi to the airport to catch a bus to Matera. Remember the opening scenes of the James Bond movie “A Time to Die”?  It was partially filmed in Matera!  You will recognize it! 

Matera

Matera, is on the edge of the southern province of Puglia.  The city may be the world’s third longest continuously inhabited human settlement.  Natural caves in the tufa limestone are built on top of one another and  several churches are scattered throughout the city.  It’s a hilly charming town that is a must.  We hauled our suitcases up and down to the top of  beautiful Locanda di San Martino.  Highlights of the city include a Salvador Dalí museum in an old monastery and a bread making session. 

Matera at night

Appalling poverty led to Matera being labeled the ‘shame of Italy’ in the 1950’s but redevelopment led the city to be recognized as a European Capital of Culture.

 We learned about the ancient art of bread making in the city.  They started with communal ovens and every family had their own stamp on their bread.  Large loaves were made to last the week. Eventually artists emerged that are active today.

Roma, Italy

WHO DOESN’T LOVE ROME? The gelato, the Borghese, the pasta, the Vatican, the cappuccino , the Trevi, the parmigiana, the piazzas, the pizzas and the shopping? Sitting at an outside table and people watching…not the taxi drivers though! Rome is one of our favorite cities.

Ponte Sant’Angelo, Roma

The Vatican

The three and a half hour train ride was relaxing from Milan to Rome and we are loving our small hotel, Hotel Mozart near the Spanish Steps.

We started  our Roman holiday with a climb to the top of St. Peter’s dome in the Vatican. Whew…. 350 steps after the elevator!  It is a little scary and close quarters but we made it.  Then we toured St. Peter’s and attended mass at St. Joseph’s Altar which is to the left of the  Baldacchino built by Bernini from bronze taken from the Pantheon.  Since we were seeing the highs and the lows we descended into the crypt where the popes including St. Peter are buried.

After a noon breakfast we walked to the Pantheon to see a glimpse of pagan Rome. It’s easy to remember when this great Roman temple was begun because it was started by Cesar Augustus when all the empire would be taxed before Jesus’ birth and finished by Hadrian. The Pantheon was the largest unsupported cement dome in the world at the time and perhaps still is. It was the inspiration for Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello. It is made of a mixture of volcanic ash and limestone with more ash as you ascend the dome. Inside it is hollowed out to decrease the weight and the thickness of the wall goes from six feet at the bottom to two feet at the top. There is a twenty seven foot opening at the top called the oculus which lets the elements in but the floor was built as a concave with holes so the rain could drain! It also shows the movement of the sun through the opening and thus is a sundial. Fascinating!

Barberini family crest
St. Peter’s and Bernini’s Baldacino

The Borghese Gallery in Rome is one of my favorite museums. It is located in an old palace of the XVII century. The original collection was built by Cardinal Borghese. Inside you will find masterpieces by important Italian artists such as Bernini, Raffaello, Caravaggio and Canova. The ticket reservation for this museum is mandatory and can be done online. After a two hour visit, you can stroll out the beautiful gardens.

Milan, Italy

The Last Supper by Leonardo da Vinci

I traveled to Milan to see Leonardo da Vinci’s Last Supper and I was not disappointed. Began in 1494 and finished by 1498, the fresco is located on one of the end walls inside the refectory of the convent of Santa Maria delle Grazie. It is not a fresco in the truest sense of the word because Da Vinci did not admire that technique, completing it in tempera on dry plaster instead, which largely contributed to its rapid deterioration necessitating at least three major restorations involving the world’s experts. The convent was occupied by Napoleonic troops and the ceiling collapsed during World War II Allied bombing despite being sandbagged.  The masterpiece survived it all.  As I studied it briefly (the ticket allows a small group to view it for only 15 minutes) I was impressed by the colors, lots of blue, the detailed faces, some old, and some young or feminine.  The disciples all point your eye to their master. To see it for yourself you must  reserve your ticket about three months in advance. Everyone revels in the hidden messages in the work by Leonardo; Judas with a salt shaker and a bag of silver, Thomas with his finger pointing up, suggesting no need for popes, and or “put your finger in my wound Thomas” if you doubt my resurrection and so on.

Next we headed to the Duomo di Milano about a twenty minute walk to the largest Catholic Church in Italy outside of St. Peter’s. It was constructed of so much pink marble that a canal was dug to transport the stone.  Many architects were involved in the six century project and it is know for the 3400 statues that adorn it.  Take the roof tour for an amazing sight.

Duomo di Milano


Nha Tràng, Vietnam

High rises, Marriotts and Sheratons and a 6 km beach on the China Sea coast are the calling cards of Nha Tràng.  Because it is popular with Russians during the winter, you see too much sunburned skin.  To the west of the city lies a beautiful river valley with rice fields giving way to the Highlands. Very picturesque.  We take scooters (as passengers) 30 minutes to the west of the city weaving through narrow streets and markets, stopping to buy produce for our dinner.  We stopped at at rice paddy to walk along the irrigation ditch and I wind up on my backside!  Lots of fun though and we went into a small village that farms and makes baskets and chopsticks out of bamboo.  We raise a glass (sort of a mojito) with the chief of the village.  He talked about the the Vietnam war and his time in a re-education camp.  Meanwhile the ladies are cooking in the kitchen and we join them to prepare the vegetables and learn to fry in the wok using long chopsticks.  The next day on the way to the highlands we stop to watch the rice harvest. Fun stop off.

Dragon bridge near Danang
Scooter trip (in red ahead)

Hoi An, Vietnam

Just 30 minutes south of Danang is the beautiful riverside city of Hoi An known as the “lantern city”, they hang everywhere, across streets, on the fronts and backs of houses, in restaurants and bars and hotels and on fishing boats or just floating down the river. Hoi An is also a World Heritage site because of the architecture of some houses that have been preserved in this ancient merchant and trading city made up of Chinese and Japanese and Vietnamese peoples. Remnants of the Cham people are found including nearby ruins of My Son.

Lanterns for sale

West of Hoi An lies the ruins from the village of the Champa Kings who were in power from the 4th to the 13th century.  The remaining structures are more than 1000 yrs old and reveal a culture with some Indian and Buddhist influences.

Champa Ruins

The young man on the right plays a double reeded instrument that was passed down from his tribe and he can play a single note for what seems like forever.

We stopped at a vegetable farm and watched and listened to a chef speak about their farming methods.  First of all the land is owned by the communist government (formerly owned by people) and they sell the “right” to farm to these people.  More productive farmers receive more land to farm.  Prices for the crop are set by the government.  It is not sustainable so most farmers have jobs in the cities as this chef does with his cooking classes.  They were raising herbs, (lemongrass, cilantro, basil) and vegetables like lettuce, eggplant, onions, beans, and celery.  They fertilize with seaweed and animal waste. The soil seems to be the perfect mix of sand and loam. They water with sprinklers and by hand daily and their growing season is 12 months. It is labor intensive… all by hand.  Extra money could be made by inaccurate reporting to the government.  Some call this modified communism and it always helps have a party member in the family. Many ingenious ideas… fish in the water trough to eat mosquitoes….green plants that are thinned are immediately rolled under to compost them.

Chef
Farm laborer

Danang and China Beach


Fishing Village



Fishing Village

As we travel south through the central highlands I am reminded of my prior trip to Vietnam on behalf of Friendship Bridge, a nonprofit in Denver, Colorado set up by American Army physicians serving in the war. We were part of a medical mission that travels regularly to Vietnam for medical education. We worked in the operating rooms and gave lectures in both Ho Chi Minh City and Hanoi in 1995. At that time the US did not have a diplomatic relationship with Vietnam. We could not use credit cards, only cash and our supplies were subject to whimsical taxes everywhere. It was a life changing trip. I remember listening to these veterans talk about the war and eating French fries with them and drinking 333 (bababa) beer on China Beach that still looked like a moonscape after deforestation from the war. We also drive by Marble Mountain, site of a hidden Vietnam Cong hospital right near the American base in Danang. My uncle helped develop listening devices that were dropped along the Ho Chi Minh Trail to detect troop movements (before GPS). This trail is all along the road we travel now through fishing villages and high rises along China Beach and the bustling city of Danang.

Fishing village
China Beach

Hue, Vietnam

Interestingly, China’s Forbidden City’s architect was Vietnamese.  This is reflected in the Imperial City of Hue’s citadel.  Surrounded by a moat and wall, the newly constructed (1804-1833) Royal residence  begs for photo ops.  Another site that brings in Americans and others is the home of the monk Thich Quang Duc whose self-immolation in 1963 made world news. We rode in a dragon boat up the Perfume River to the pagoda. He was  protesting the policies of South Vietnamese President Ngo Dinh Diem. Oddly the monks have this 🚙 shown in the photo.  I find the Vietnam war bits and pieces around the country disturbing and prone to propaganda.

Citadel

MEDITATION DINNER

One of the most interesting activities we have done on this trip was to take part in a meditation dinner at a Buddhist nunnery. The nuns (who shave their heads) prepared our dinner. We sat down to a silent vegetarian meal and listened to the nuns’ evening chanting for 45 minutes. Some gongs and drumming but mainly rhythmic melodic chanting. After a nun dressed in light blue answered questions. Their ages range from 5-75, they rise at 3:45 am and chant four times a day and dwell on internal peace and understanding suffering. The nun who sat with her feet crossed under her was serene, young and beautiful. She had 3 shaved dots on the top of her head signifying advanced studies. No pictures allowed.