An Introduction to Catania

 Buon giorno,

It's not that hot, but it is muggy. Gotta drink some water. Phew!

I did something that I rarely do. I signed up for a guided tour of the historic center. I got a discount for being old. I normally don't care for tours. Huge groups were the bain of my existence when I visited Porto, but I figured Catania is bigger and less likely to be clogged.

I strolled around and fetched up at the meeting place in time. Our group was pretty small. I'd say less than twenty folks, and none of us was obnoxious. Our guide was a charming woman who obviously knew and loved her city and was proud to show it off. The thing is I expected a walk by of historic and religious sites, and we did get some, but what we got a lot more of was . . . lava.

Mount Etna is about thirty kilometers (or eighteen miles for Americans) from the city and looms over it. The volcano has definitely been a factor in Catania's history, so one ca understand why the citizens are a wee bit obsessed with . . . lava.  Indeed you will notice that much of the city is built of black or gray bricks and slabs, which is in fact congealed lava.

Much of Catania was destroyed in a massive earthquake in the 1600s. Very few remains from the Medieval period survived although what the Romans build came through. The city is famous for its "modern" Baroque Architecture, and what I saw was impressive and beautiful.  For example. here is the Duomo, dedicated to Saint Agatha to whom the residents are passionately devoted.

We wound a lot of streets dodging traffic once we left the pedestrianized center. I got to see some Norman remains with stone blocks made of congealed lava.

A major eruption occured in the mid Seventeenth Century and lava poured into the area. The historic center was spared because the city walls stopped the flow, but the built up lava also changed the landscape with older parts of the city significantly lower than the newer parts perched on the lava.  This will give you an idea.

She took us around to several lava outcrops. One would have been enough. We also strolled through the fish market, which no doubt would not meet USDA sanitary standards, and saw the facades of old palazzos and convents--some still active.

It's not that it was uninteresting, and she was very enthusiastic, but it was muggy, and I could tell that not only I but my fellow tourees were pretty much done.  My breakfast was inadequate, so before the tour I had some gelato which got me through, but I was jet lagged and dehydrated.

I walked (up hill) back to my neighborhood to find that the local mini marts were pretty useless. I did get some cold water and wine, and I stopped off at what seemed to be the local hot tavola calda cum pizzaria cum panini shop. I got something for dinner and something I could save for breakfast, but I need a real grocery store.

I do like my place. It's set back from the street and was dead quiet last night--quieter than my neighborhood at home, and I did get some sleep--just not enough for my exertions

Catania has a lot to offer. I hope you will join me.

Ciao for Now

Pil Versus the Volcano

 Buona Sera,

From Catania in Sicily. Yes, I made it, and there was some doubt that I could do it in one go. Because of the volcano--Mount Etna, the most active volcano in Europe was spewing ash, making it dangerous for planes and causing frequent airport closures. So I've spent the past few weeks obsessively checking Catania's airport status--rejoicing at every reopening only to despair when it was closed again a few hours later.  But I took heart at the recent and more lasting reopening.

I flew business class via Munich. Here's my welcome drink--the tasty Avionic, my snack of salted almonds, and my amenity kit. I also received a sleep shirt, which I didn't use and will probably gift to a non-blog reader. I got some good sleep in my own cubicle with a lie flat bed. I'd ordered a meal in advance, but did not get what I ordered, and it wasn't very good. There was fancy appetizer of smoked duck, salad, and bread, but my computer does not want to accept the photo.

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So a smooth flight. I believed I had sufficient time for EES and passport control, and I decided to check my boarding pass to see if the gate was listed. That's when I made the horrid discovery that I did not have said boarding pass. I don't know what happened. I always guard those passes and keep them in the same place, but it was gone, and I did look everywhere.  This has happened to me before and it's an easy fix.

On the ground my phone told me the gate, and I proceeded to the automatic EES machines. This went quickly. What I do not understand is why we have to under go the Exact Same Procedure at passport control where the lines can get long and slow. But I made it though in plenty of time and went to wait at my gate until the gate agent arrived. I presented my passport and got a new boarding pass.

The flight here was short. I had another avionic and a snack. Landed, got my bags and found my taxi driver. The airport isn't far from the city, but there was cloggy traffic so it took a long time to get here.

Then found the doors shut tight, and was trying to alert reception that I'd arrived when I fellow resident showed up. He had to call them and then we got let in. My apartment is nice and well equipped, but it's way upstairs, which is going to make it unfun when I have to leave early in the morning.

Exploration starts tomorrow.

Ciao for now

Getting Home with Just One Workng Eye

 

Goden Dag,

So far no one has recoiled horror due to my appearance, but I'm keeping my glasses on just in case.

I have a recurring nightmare in relation to my trips. I dream that I arrive at the airport to check in for my flight then realizing I've forgotten to pack and all my stuff is still at the hotel. Well, today I managed to leave my cell phone behind. Lack of cell phone was a worse handicap than the wonky eye.

I overslept! I guess I needed it, but I still had plenty of time to pack and clean up. I needed to give myself a solid cushion to get through EES and maybe get some shopping in at the airport. I did have to ask for help a couple of times because the signs were hard for me to read.

Because I am a business class passenger I got special treatment in the form of a priority security line and EES, so it was quick and smooth. I had to show my boarding pass to the guys at the priority gate. "Los Angeles!" they exclaimed, "Take me with you." I get this reaction All The Time, and I don't understand it. They live in Europe, and I pay good money to leave LA. I told them "Of course, but make sure to wear your sunscreen."

I was glad to be in the lounge. I was dehydrated and had at least three glasses of water. I did stop to to buy chocs for my friends. I know they don't care, but I'm disappointed in this season's paltry trip gifts.

The flight was very nice flight. I tried KLM's mocktail, the Flying Blue Legend, and it was refreshing. The photo is of the newly designed amenity kit and its contents in association with Dutch luxury brand Marie Stella Maris, which sounds awfully Catholic for the Protestant Netherlands. I especially appreciate the cute little pen, and I can use the socks and creams. Business class passengers are also presented with "Delft Blue" houses modeled on actual canal houses in Amsterdam. This is the one I picked.

I'd preordered my dinner. Here's where I really regret the absence of cell phone. I was served an exquisite amuse bouche--some kind of mousse, covered with cucumber paste and decorated with fish roe. It was lovely. Salmon was my main course. Then I had Dutch cheese. The problem is I eat so well for the first meal, that I have no appetite for the second. I had some tea and picked at the chicken and rice.

Our pilot was a bit of a wag. Since KLM is an Air France Partner there were many French folk aboard, so he made a point of announcing that Spain had defeated France. His expressed sympathy sounded a bit phony.

No phone means no way to order Lyft, and I wasted a lot of time trying to use my email. Fine. I took a taxi home--a long hot journey during rush hour. 

The nice folks at Citadines are going to rush me my phone. I am like a lot of other people--dependent on technology. And the phone finally arrived after being held up at U.S. Customs for five days. Sigh.

Oh, and I saw the eye doctor and my poor old eye is on the mend.

Until Next Time!

Some Observations of Amsterdam

 

Goden Dag,

This is my room, which was my home for the past two weeks. It was small, but comfortable. I have tea making facilities and a small refrigerator.  In the lobby I could always find cold water--for which I was very grateful. I arrange my own breakfast but there's a buffet for nineteen euros, I've already mentioned the honesty bar. It seems to work well.

The Dutch have a reputation for cleanliness, which is well deserved, and yet I came across too many instances of ripped trash bags or dumped dumpsters. No one seemed to take responsibility for picking them up.

Fewer people smoke on the streets, for which I am extremely grateful. On the other hand, occasionally I got a whiff of another substance, which was particularly troubling if it came from a bike rider.

The Dutch people with whom I interacted have been courteous. A few have gone out of their way to be helpful and generous--to me an obvious citizen of the United States.  

Things are run efficiently and without pretension. I was surprised to find an underground metro since my last visit, but they must have figured out the water table. For all public transportation you can tap your debit card.

Amsterdam is like most major European capitals--an international city. English is widely spoken, and you can find a lot of different cultures represented from the Netherland's colonial past to modern immigration.

Of course, I'm here for the history and art as I had to explain to the young man at passport control when I entered the country. Despite my poor old eye, it's been a good visit.

I'll describe my trip home tomorrow.

Tot Ziens

Another Day Off

 

Goden Dag,

Unfortunately I did not sleep last night. I don't know why, and my eye is very wonky. I find that if I sit quietly even looking at my computer, I am comfortable, but any thing that might cause eye exturtion is unpleasant. I did go out because I needed groceries, so I took some pix so you would have Something to Look At. I'm hoping to get out more tomorrow. Fortunately I'd seen the things I really wanted to see, so my trip is not a disappointment.

This is my street Noordstraat. Besides the bikes there are several cafes.

Can you read Dutch? V is often pronounced F. Come on, you can do it!

I'd take this street most of the time when I'm on my way downtown.

A Day Off

 

Goden Dag,

I've been touristing hard, and I am a woman in my mid 70s, so I do get tired. In addition I am having a serious problem with my left eye. I have an appointment with a specialist when I return, so I hope that can clear up quickly, but in the meantime it is most unpleasant. And I look awful. My eye is red and swollen, but I wear my glasses, so it doesn't show as much.

Please note th Pride Flags. Several of the canals feature them

Fortunately, I have a Tour de France stage to keep me entertained.

I did go out briefly to stretch my legs a bit. I walked around Prinzengracht, and it was nice and cool for a change.

Prinzengracht--serene and lovely

Here is my neigborhood--a bit on the posh side.

It is a bit cooler for the Tour stage today, too. Only 90F. UGH! I do feel for the riders

I hope to do better tomorrow.

Tot Ziens

The Nine Streets

Goden Dag,

I needed a low key day after so much hard touristing. I'd heard that the Nine Streets were a charming part of the city, and the directions to get there--unlike yesterday--were straightforward.  I set out having a pleasant, easy walk along a canal. But it soon turned hot. Now I am a Southern Californian, so I can tolerate heat better than most Europeans as long as it's not humid. I did not feel uncomfortable. I just made a mental note to rehydrate when I got home.

I don't have anything exciting to report. I had a pleasant walk and a good look around. I found some interesting shops and a lot of people enjoying snacks and drinks sitting in sidewalk cafes. And I enjoyed the light on the canal water.

I found this building interesting.

This distinguished building is a cafe/restaurant.

Now I'm watching the Tour de France and waiting for housekeeping to show up. Instead of trying to wait it out, I decided to turn on the Tour and have my aperitivo.

But I got some extra water before settling in, and I met a cute Australian guy at the water fountain. We agreed that hydration was important, and he warned me it would only get hotter. This unfortuately is true, but at least we won't be suffering under the punishing heat that places further south are.  I feel so sorry for the riders in the Tour. It's sweltering even in the mountains.

Tot Ziens