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The Italy Rules

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The Italy Rules are my set of guidelines for the first-time and infrequent Italy traveler. I have traveled to, lived, and worked in Italy frequently over the past 20 years. In this time I evolved from a curious tourist to hardened, salty, veteran of the trials, travails, and pitfalls, of one of the world's most visited countries. One usually dreams of Italy for years before finally setting their foot into the proverbial boot. The dream usually crashes in much less time. This post is really for the traveler who has not been deep into the Amazon or climbed to base camps in Nepal. This post is for those of you who enjoy modern conveniences, large bathrooms, and the amenities of a comfortable Western life. For the most part, I am you. I love my big bed, my central heat and air, and my very fast wi-fi connection. However, Italy is reason enough for me forego these luxuries for a few weeks or months out of every year.

One of my dearest friends is half American and half German. He is the model of organization and efficiency. He said to me just the other night that one of the reasons he loves Italy is because it is chaos. Yes, he loved the chaos, and if you have any hope of really embracing la vita Italiana you'd better be ready to embrace chaos as well. I am 100% confident there will be detractors of my post, and let them come. The information I am going to share with you here is well won. I have been down many paths of serious consternation in Italy and if you listen to me, you can likely avoid most of these, and perhaps even enjoy a bit the ones you cannot avoid.

Now, without further ado, I give you, The Italy Rules:

1. Do NOT Over-Schedule - Italians typically accomplish about 4 things per day in their lives and have a damn fine time getting from 1 to 4. Do not attempt to do more than the locals do and you will be happy. Here is what an exceptional first 2 days in Italy look like: (this is not a derogatory comment about Italians, it is praise for the art of good living)

Day 1 - Arrive in Rome - Meet your guide (you will be 100% happier than you can imagine if you hire a personal guide) Check  in Hotel or Apt -   (away from sites at least 10 min walk)- Have long lunch - see 1 site - have cocktails - eat dinner

Day 2 - have good coffee outside of hotel and nowhere near any sites - go to first site of day (perhaps the Vatican) - have very long lunch - go to another site (maybe the Borghese gallery) - walk around eating gelato at a few places  or get another coffee - rest for a bit - have cocktails (called aperitivo and usually includes little snacks and is best taken out on some street-side cafe but not in Piazza Navona, or Campo dei Fiori - go over to Monti and enjoy a glass of wine at one of the many little wine bars in that hood) - have an evening stroll in your finest travel threads - eat a wonderful dinner at around 9 PM - you won't starve if you had a proper aperitivo , and you won't look like British granny arriving too early.

2. Do NOT Over-Travel - You may think you can do all of Italy in 2 weeks, but you cannot. You may think you must see all you can because you may not come back again to Italy. If you rush from town to town, hang around tourists and touristy places, and eat shitty tourist food you may indeed not ever come back. Here is my itinerary suggestion for the first-time Italy traveler.

2 Weeks - if you can't go for two weeks, go somewhere else and save Italy for when you can make a real commitment. Italy requires commitment

Arrive Rome - follow above plan...Rome is 4 days at a minimum including arrival day so let's say 5 in total counting departure day

Florence - Now, I don't love Florence, but there are things that must be seen and frankly, if I say skip it, I will get more hate mail than I care to read. Take the train from Rome and spend 2 nights in Florence. Make sure  to book any museums, churches, and  touristic sites in advance. I have no time to give you links to all this, and half the fun of travel is planning to me, so Google how to do it, and do it. Waiting in line sucks no matter where you are. Waiting in line on an expensive Italian vacation is a hell that would make Dante cringe. Hit a couple of great sites in Florence on Day 2 then get yourself a car and drive to...

Wine Country! - Real Tuscany happens in the hills. I would take 2-3 days to do Chianti (Radda and Panzano) - Montalcino and Pienza - San Gimignano - spend 1 day exploring each of these options (do not rush and make sure to eat well)

Bologna/Parma - go here and eat all the classics like Ravioli, Tortellini, Prosciutto, Parmigiano, and Balsamic - great towns, easy to drive in and out, and not nearly the number of foreign tourists (1-2 days)

Venice - I really love things about Venice but you MUST stay away from the central tourist areas - you MUST go to the islands (take the early ferries so you can get back to Venice by 2PM lunch and avoid paying for expensive island food) See the sites as early as they open, then wander around enjoying your day while the hordes crowd around eating shitty ice cream and wearing horrible clothes. Eat lots of seafood, drink loads of wine in the wine bars everyday before dinner. Stare at the wonders of water travel before flying home.

This is in my opinion an aggressive itinerary. Any more stuff than this and you will hate it. If you plan to return to Italy then just do Rome 6 days Florence 2 Siena 2 - Tuscan Wine Country 4 :-)

10 Things to Know and Myths busted

1. Pizza in Rome is an anytime meal (lunch and snack hours best). Pizza south of Rome is generally eaten only at dinner as the ovens are not fired up until evening. There are some Rome pizzerias that serve only at night but those serve whole round pizzas. The tasty square kind served throughout the day by the slice are fun to mix and match. Order by weight and eat on the go.

2. You do not have to order every course in a restaurant. Order what you want to eat. Be adventurous. Look around you and order things you see on the tables. Pointing works if your Italian is non-existent.

3. Breakfast in Italy is not hearty unless you are staying at a nice hotel or agriturismo. If you love breakfast (like me) buy some meat and cheese at the store and shove it down before leaving your hotel each day. Then order coffee and a pastry like everyone else. (you need not order food to enjoy a great coffee if you prefer to skip the sweets)

4. Do everything you can to make sure your own telephone works in Italy. Set up an international plan on your phone and get lots of texts and data. Getting an Italian phone can be done, but visits to the phone store wastes a ton of time. Use your US phone and budget the extra $100 bucks it may add to your bill

5. Pack lightly - Italy is a small country with lots of small spaces. I can offer suggestions how to pack if you ask me directly. However, for this piece I will simply say if you bring too much to Italy, you will hate yourself, and old ladies on public transportation will hate you! My travel friends and I compete on who can bring the least shit on a trip. It's a worthy competition.

6 Hire Guides - expats, especially ones with blogs about food, wine, and life in Italy are wonderful. I can suggest guides for many regions and a little investment will go a long way to your overall success as a first-time Italy traveler.

7. Plan heavily but be flexible - Do your research and have contingencies if something sucks. If you hate Rome, leave early. If you love Radda in Chianti and want to stay an extra day..stay! An old friend always said "never leave a good party hoping the next one might be better" if the place you are is stealing your heart, then let it be stolen.

8. Cab drivers in Rome suck...really bad! use the buses, the metro, and the trains. Walk if you can and have time (and you should). If you must use a cab make sure and ask them the fare in advance...which also sucks. Driving in Rome is also pure unadulterated hell and should be avoided.

9. Italians are not circus animals and they do not want to do tricks for you. Don't ask them to twirl pizza, throw pasta against a wall, or sing some fucking folk song for your listening pleasure. Keeping this in mind, Italians can be entitled, lazy, and intentionally vague. The fact is that all people are people and generally, people prefer to do things in their own way. Respect this and yourself. Don't give or take shit.

9. Try not to dress badly, but you do not have to wear a dress or suit everywhere. Italians frequently wear ugly clothes and have bad hair like we do, they just have their own ways to do it. Hipster glasses are standard and t-shirts are common among many. However, looking like an extra from Duck Dynasty is not cool. Somewhere between Mad Men, Anderson Cooper, and Honey boo-boo should suffice.

10. Don't spit, put your feet on things, go barefoot in public (or really ever outside of the beach). Do not flip anyone off, or try to buy anyone's attention in any way at a bar, restaurant, or airport counter.

These are the Italy Rules and you must abide by them. No matter what, you will have moments that are so sublime they will hardly be done justice by your memories, just as you will have days that will just suck. Italy is slow. Italians are less and less hopeful of their country, and the monuments are starting to decay faster than they can be repaired. I believe in all of this that Italy will have its generational renaissance and will continue to be one of the finest collections of art, people, and culture on the planet.

I look forward to your comments.

tags: Adventure, Food, Housewrighter, Humor, Italian, Juliet Housewright, Michael Housewright, Photgraphy, Photography, Rome, Travel, Travel Tips, Venice, Wine
Tuesday 04.29.14
Posted by Sarah Finger
 

iPhonePhotography 101 Course

Captured and Edited with an iPhone

I am teaching an iPhone Photography 101 Course next Saturday September 14, 2013 at the Miraflores winery in gorgeous El Dorado County, CA. This reasonably priced and very fun course includes lunch, a wine tasting, and the chance to learn a few of my secrets to successful iPhone images. Please join us there are a few spaces left :-) These guys make some fine wines and it will be fun to explore the property and capture it with our iPhones.

Sept. 14th iphone magic — Make Beautiful Winery
Images using only an iPhone. HOW? Join expert iPhone
photographer and travel writer Michael Housewright for a day shooting
and creating amazing images using only a iPhone and some carefully
selected editing tools. In a few short hours you will learn the basics of
photo composition, lighting, and editing your favorite images. From simple
portraits to sweeping landscapes, you will learn why the iPhone in your
pocket or purse is the most powerful imaging tool in the world. The intro
to iPhoneography is limited to 20 students. Light lunch provided and of
course a sampling of the fine wines of Miraflores $57 per person includes
light lunch. Class starts 11am. RSVP at (530) 647-8505.

tags: Adventure, California, Food, Images, Michael Housewright, Miraflores Winery, Photography, Stories, The Blissful Adventurer, Wine, Wine Country
Wednesday 09.04.13
Posted by Sarah Finger
 

The Amazing Odie Housewright - Happy 95th Birthday!

Me, Odie, and Juliet

Odie Housewright is my grandmother. She is 95 years old today! Happy Birthday Little Odie, Juliet and I are sick we cannot be there to celebrate with you.

She is without question one of the most amazing people I have had the privilege to know in my lifetime.

Odie sings and plays guitar

Odie retired from Freestone County at age 89

When I was a child I would stay with Odie almost every day in the summers. We played dominoes and rummy. Odie taught me math and gamesmanship.

Odie is one of the best cooks you will ever meet. Even my discerning Italian friends over the years have loved Odie's food and always want to see her when they come to Texas.

Odie picked cotton as a child and has always worked in some capacity. Even now she cooks regularly for my father and stepmother.

Odie can do a crossword puzzle faster than I ever will.

Odie can laugh and cry at the same time because her joy is overwhelming and just as infectious.

Odie is also stern in her will and uncompromising in her faith.

Odie makes quilts that should hang in The Smithsonian.

Odie and I once canned a tomato juice product we affectionately called V-3. It may have only been 3 ingredients but it truly embarrassed V-8 in quality.

Odie makes Caramel Pie, Buttermilk Pie, Rhubarb Pie, Chocolate Pie, Chocolate Fried Pie, Coconut Cake, Fantasy Fudge, Blackberry Cobbler, and a Jell-O dessert I would choose 9 times out of 10 over anything at any restaurant I frequent.

Odie loves with 100% of herself and she could care less about what others think of her. The funny thing is: others love her because she is so real and without social hangups.

Odie takes NO medicine of any kind except for 1/2 an aspirin every once in awhile.

Odie is the Matriarch and the soul of the Housewright family. We are the luckiest family we know to have Odie in our lives; healthy and still Odie.

Odie makes meatloaf, hamburger steaks, okra and tomatoes, turnips, pork steak, ham, turkey, dressing, gravy, turnip greens, spinach, fried chicken, cottage cheese salad, plum jam, biscuits, green beans and new potatoes, and black-eyed peas with cornbread

Odie has taught Sunday school, sang in the choir, worked for the senior center, worked for a rich woman, sang at reunions, given speeches, and prayed every night

Odie will beat you in 42, Chicken Foot, Dominoes, Canasta, or any other game she fancies

Odie always answers her phone and always has encouragement and kindness for me. Odie has never wavered in her belief in me.

When I grow up I want to be just like Odie.

 

 

tags: Adventure, Birthday, Food, Housewright Family, Juliet Housewright, Odie Housewright, The Blissful Adventurer, Travel
Thursday 05.30.13
Posted by Michael Housewright
 

Hostess Ceases Operation - The End of My Childhood

Hostess ceases operation and is closing for good. For a moment let's assume this is true and that the company does not sell to some international conglomerate who lays off the union workers and re-stocks under a new LLC with cheap labor. Let's assume the end is nigh for the dearest little snack cakes and the happiness I gleaned from their hydrogenated shells. Sure, Hostess and its subsidiaries might actually be a major player in the rise of disease, disability, laziness, and learning disorders in the US, but for this poor kid from small-town Texas, Hostess was freedom in every bite.

I practically lived with my Grandparents on both sides of my family during the summers and after school during my formative years. While the focus was always on garden produce and traditional country cooking, the occasional commercial snack was available and sometimes it was Hostess.

This is the gist of my short piece here. I got Hostess only sometimes. Hostess was the Cadillac of sugary snacks and the price reflected it. Our lunches included Little Debbie snacks for 79 cents a box and almost never the glorious, shimmering, foil-wrapped Ding Dongs of my well-to-do classmates. No, Ho-Hos, Snoballs, Twinkies, and Donette Gems were for the rich kids. We got Star Crunch, Fudge Brownies, and Oatmeal Cream Pies. Occasionally I would get a gas station Moon Pie, but almost never any hostess products.

Even the fried pies and the Danish were almost always Mrs. Baird's (a Dallas based bakery that made the best cheese Danish and ennobled all vending machines where it graced the shelves). Hostess was a luxury rarely afforded in our working class home and so when I did get the chance to stay with a friend and he could eat as many ice cream sandwiches or Hostess cakes as he liked I did my best to eat all his folks would allow. Playing The Bard's Tale on an old Apple IIC and eating Hostess was one of the greatest pleasures of my youth. Sadly all they had to drink was Diet Coke so I was always thirsty. I still never got the Diet Coke and Ding-Dongs pairing

Right around my twelfth birthday Hostess opened a factory outlet near my Grandma's house in Grand Prairie, TX. All the great snacks were crazy cheap as they were too old for store sale and poor saps like me cared little about freshness or expiration dates, we wanted some Twinkies and at 1 dollar for a box of 10 and spend $5 get a box of your choice for free, Hostess finally became affordable. Now, you may wonder what kind of guy eats half-stale Hostess snacks and likes it. The same guy who bought a $20 pair of discontinued Guess jeans from Gadzooks in faded grey and at least 1 full inch too short. I wanted the triangle really bad and I got it! Of course the goal of scoring a girlfriend or even a scam session (80's Ennis, TX term for make out) was thwarted by my flood pants and poor choice of color, but my dream of great snacks had only begun.

When I moved into my college dorm I went directly to the Hostess Outlet as my amazing Grandma took care of my laundry and prepared a feast for dinner. I loaded up till I reached the $5 requirement and smiled broadly as I selected a box of new Chocolate Twinkies with a Marks-a-lot expiration date of the day before. I had two heavy bags of pies, cherry cinnamon rolls, loaves of bread, and of course a litany of Ding-Dongs, Snoballs (still likely my favorite) and coffee cake. The outlet was amazing and the women who worked there always seemed so happy to help me in between cigarettes and 60 oz sodas.

I put all of my treasures away in my dormitory closet with the accordion door. I placed each one in order of expiration with the most recently expired at the bottom so as to enjoy them with as consistently as possible levels of stale. I was set for sugar highs at a moments notice. Then it happened...

I came home on day 1 from class to find Hostess wrappers strewn about the room. Clayton, my new roommate from Orange county had gone into my closet and helped himself to the Hostess. Not only had he pilfered my booty, he had dug into the boxes that were most recently expired. He stole my freshest stale Twinkies and did not even have the common decency to leave a note.

When I confronted him he told me that in his house Hostess snacks were fair game and he could eat all he wanted and that he would happily buy "US" more if I wanted to go get them. It was then that I knew Clayton was a rich boy and that rich boys had little regard for my redneck property. After I asked him to cease and desist his larcenous tendencies he stole a cinnamon roll the very next day and even had the temerity to mark it off my inventory list using a different color pen than I use.

Without any hesitation I went to the Dean of housing and asked for a room transfer. The Dean said he could not accommodate my request so soon in the semester and so I got permission from my parents to move off campus and took up residence with a Senior who did not steal my food.

It was Hostess that taught me my first lesson in independence and revealed my autonomous nature to me all those years ago. Today it is a foundering company canning 18,500 people who are likely very much like my family in the 1980s. Someone's Grandmother and someone's mother are being squeezed by the heavy hands of corporate giants.

My Grandma is watching all of this from her heavenly window and I am certain she smiled at me as I strolled to the counter of  the local Safeway today and purchased 10 Hostess snacks for $10. Ten dollars worth of  stale pastry would have filled the trunk of my 1978 Olds Cutlass 23 years ago. Now I have the means to buy all of the filthy little sugar bombs I want. I devoured a package of orange cup cakes only 45 minutes ago and as much as the memory and the flavor bring joy, I understand only now that the true joy they delivered was from my coming-of-age. I would relish the opportunity to sit again on that velvet-textured brown sofa in my Grandma's living room and enjoy the real food made by her careful hands and let the smells of my childhood waft over me.

It is only now at 41 years of age I see how rich we truly were.

 

 

 

tags: College, Food, Hostess, michael housewright, Stories, The Blissful Adventurer
Friday 11.16.12
Posted by Sarah Finger
 

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