Located right on the border with Slovenia, Trieste, in the region of Friuli-Venezia Giulia, has all the characteristics of a frontier town. The city has always been at the centre of an historical crossroads with the Venetians, Slavs, Austrians, and Italians all laying claim to it during its two-thousand-year history. Unsurprisingly all of these people have left their mark on the city, its culture, and of course, its food.
We all know Venice’s reputation: exquisite, unique, and inspiring on the one hand, but packed, fragile, and confusing on the other. Many visitors to Venice find themselves both awestruck and frustrated as they get lost in its seemingly interminable maze of back alleys, all of which seem to lead back to the Piazza San Marco and its heaving crowds. If only there was an Venice app!
August in Italy is vacation season. At the moment, the news reports are full of exactly how many Italians have taken to the road, trains, or planes to spend their annual vacation in or outside of Italy. The August holiday peaks around the 15 August, which is the feast of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary, otherwise known as ferragosto or ‘the August holiday’.
So, I am joining my compatriots and jetting off for two weeks in the sun in Spain. Not that I’ll be leaving behind any bad weather, because August in Italy is also hot, with temperatures pushing 30 degrees celsius (86 fahrenheit). Be prepared for some Chestnuts and Truffles on holiday posts however concentrating on the wonderful Spanish and Catalan cuisine that I am going to experience.
In the autumn I will be starting a new series of video blogs to accompany the blog on my Youtube channel. If you are not a subscriber already please click on the Youtube icon on the top right of this page to do so. As a teaser for the new series I have uploaded a short video about Venice, which will feature in my first post (liked to above). Check it out and click like if you do.
So, until the next time, buone vacanze or have a nice vacation!
I first visited Verona thirty years ago. I was in Venice having lunch with an aunt and two cousins who I had never met before. During the memorable lunch, which you can read about here, it emerged that my eldest cousin, Silvia, sang in the chorus at the Arena di Verona—a well-preserved Roman amphitheater where a summer season of operas are staged in a manner that Cecil B DeMille would be proud of—and was appearing in Aida that evening. A moment of summer madness resulted in my going with her (Verona is about an hour away from Venice) and hearing Verdi’s music soaring up to the stars while a cast of a thousand ballerinas danced on a vast pyramid behind the stage.
This article is about the Veneto.
It’s been four months since I wrote my article about my return to my poor neglected Venice, and I’m happy to report that since then I’ve been a regular visitor. And it’s been really interesting to see the way in which the mood of the city changes with the seasons as the light moves from watery winter to sandy-coloured spring. This weekend was noticeably warmer than my last visit, back in February, and some intrepid tourists had even begun stripping down to t-shirts, even though my Italian blood was more comfortable with a t-shirt, shirt, pullover, and jacket!