Porto Ercole |
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Podere del Cutignolo - Day 7: A relaxing day at home and an evening in Porto Ercole
Friday, July 30, 2010
Podere del Cutignolo - Day 6: Parco della Maremma
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Podere del Cutignolo - Day 5: Magliano
Magliano in Toscana |
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Podere del Cutignolo - Day 4: Saturnia
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Podere del Cutignolo - Day 3: Club Capanuccia and Capalbio
Josh and I were up early. He left to go for a 2 hour ride – which turned into a 4-hour, 100km ride because he got lost. Actually, it wasn’t his fault. The road wasn’t well-marked. Before he left, I discovered a tree frog, wrapped up in one of our towels outside. Josh caught it and put it in a glass bowl so the kids could see it when they woke up. In fact, it was a big hit. Avery was so excited by the frog that he went upstairs to wake the girls up so they could see it. After an ample amount of wonder, we let the frog go on the grass. We also spotted some beautiful butterflies. Life in the country -- communing with nature!
I wandered around the villa most of the morning, trying to get on-line. Ultimately, I was successful but the connection was so slow, it was painful. When Josh returned, we packed up our beach stuff and headed over to the other side of Feniglia beach – near Ansedonia. Today, we were meeting a friend from RIS whose daughter, Vittoria, was a classmate of Avery’s.
In Italy, it's all about the beach club. While there are public beaches (such as the one we went to yesterday), all the action is at the beach clubs where the lettinos and ombrelloni are set up for you; where there is a snack bar and usually a restaurant; and bathroom and shower facilities. Members have the same "set-up" for the summer. Today, at Club Cappanuccia we joined our friends. We had lunch literally on the sandy beach, just a few meters from the water’s edge. The kids played and swam and everyone had a good time. On our way home, we stopped at a real grocery store in Orbetello to stock up.
I was excited to eat fish. I made a couple of Spigola and a couple of Orate and we drank some good Fiano di Avellino that Josh picked up in Rome. Considering that we are in Tuscany, I haven’t seen too many good white wines in the (two) stores yet.
After dinner, a tired Josh and I took a drive up to Capalbio to have a passeggiatta. This town has all the requirements: ancient walls, a fortress, ramparts, a beautiful porta, and authentic restaurants and shops -- ie. not filled with touristy crap. On top of all of that, from its perch atop the hill, Capalbio boasts a fantastic view of the countryside that stretches all the way to the coastline. Of course, we couldn’t take in the view at night, but we’ll have many more opportunities.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Podere del Cutignolo - Day 2: Rome, beach, pizza and gelato
Orbetello |
By the time we drove to the beach and parked – 30 minutes, then walked to the water through the forest – 10 minutes, we only spent 40 minutes at the beach having a picnic (the water was cold!), before doing the reverse, and that was our 2-hour outing.
The after-dinner standard |
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Podere del Cutignolo - Day 1: Exploration
We almost didn’t leave the house today. Josh went for a ride this morning, and I spent the time unpacking, doing laundry, and figuring out the logistics of the house. Unfortunately, overnight, the pain in my back became worse and not better.
The kids spent most of the day playing in pool. A German family is renting the other apartment at the stable. They seemed really very nice and it’s a shame that they don’t speak much English because they have kids the same ages as ours.
Between the pain in my back and all the laundry and work in the house, I was in a completely grumpy and foul mood today. By the late afternoon, I felt I really needed to get out of the house and so Josh took me for a drive to the beach. Charlotte stayed to babysit for Avery and Olivia for an hour. We drove to the Torba beach and it was crowded. The sand here is dark but the water looked nice.
Back at the villa, I made dinner for the kids. Selvaggia, the babysitter, came over to stay with the kids while Josh and I drove to Orbetello. We had planned to eat dinner out, but we had eaten a bit with the kids and weren’t too hungry. Instead, we discovered a great gelato place – Le Logge just off the town’s main square. After taking a stroll, we drove further on to Porto Ercole where we met up with friends from Rome who were just finishing their dinner. We took another stroll – this time through Porto Ercole. The entire Argentario peninsula is really an exceptional place. After this evening, I was more excited about spending the next 3 weeks here.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Getting out of Santa Marinella for Tuscany
View from the Master Bedroom looking over the lawn and the apartments |
Friday, July 23, 2010
Leaving Sardegna ... and a sad welcome to the mainland
On the Ferry from Olbia to Civitavecchia |
Thursday, July 22, 2010
On our way back to Olbia
Olbia |
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Villas Resort - Day 6
Our Villa |
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Day 5 - Avery turns 5!
Monday, July 19, 2010
The Villas Resort - Day 4
This morning, it was I who woke up early. In the 2½ weeks we’ve been in Sardegna, it was the first time I woke up early – does that mean I’ve finally caught up on my sleep? At 7am I went out on the terrace to do yoga – Josh was right – at this time of day, the temperature was very pleasant.
Thus far, each and every day at the Villas Resort had been about the same. I thought perhaps today would be different than all the other days. Why?
1. I woke up early
2. I did a full yoga practice for the first time in months
3. There were actually clouds in the sky
4. There were waves on the water – making for a different beach experience
In the end, it’s really just more of the same. But I am searching high and low for uniqueness in a day. It seems I am not a candidate for a 3 week beach vacation in a beautiful island where there is not too much else to do besides eat and swim.
But, let’s ponder for a moment the people-watching. This resort is quite international. There are British, Dutch, Norwegian, Swiss, French, German, Italian, Canadian, and ofcourse, American people (us) here. But it’s a bit of a freak show. The Dutch kids never wear shoes, and their parents rarely change out of their bathing suits – even for dinner. There is an Italian that looks like Captian Hook, always wearing a bandana on his head and a hoop earring, along with the requisite tattoos, and his companion who is always in hot pants. There is the German crew that are here doing a photo shoot on the beach every day…an odd cast of characters that look like they are straight out of the movie Boogie Nights. The Swiss are from Geneva and have two little girls who are the most well-mannered, compliant, and docile kids I’ve ever seen. When I found out they were Swiss, and not French, it all made sense. Then there are the Italian moms with too much make-up and too high a heal. And the tattoos are everywhere.
Lastly, let me comment on the Villagio Turistico across the street. Yes, our calm, tranquil sophisticated oasis is located next door to I Grand Viaggi, a village that accommodates 11oo guests. When we first arrived and saw the section of the beach filled with 500 blue umbrellas and chairs and discovered that we were down the beach in our own spacious, private area, we were very relieved. Even, passing by I Grand Viaggi (or IGV, as it is known) on the golf-cart, we commented, “Boy, are we glad we are not staying there.” But then, by Day 3, it became apparent that actually, like it or not, the IGV experience would become our experience.
Each evening as we retired to our villa to take in the sounds of nature and the chirping cicadas, we were welcomed by the thumping disco party of IGV from across the street. In fact, they even use the base in the afternoons sometimes for god-knows-what? Step -aerobics? Are we still in the 1980’s? When Josh called to complain, the staff at our resort said there was nothing they could do. Not true. Actually, you could call them and ask them to turn down the volume. At this juncture, Josh was told that IGV's guests could not be deprived of their music. Quickly, Josh made it clear that we are their guests, and thus we should be the ones that they are worried about -- afterall, we are paying to stay here. Sad that this point needs to be made, but this is Italy, and Italy is not known for customer service or satisfaction. Later, we would be informed that we are the only ones (apparently ever) that have complained. It’s certainly an interesting social commentary. Here is what we know:
1. Italians love it loud -- as evidenced by the countless birthday parties we’ve attended. If it’s not deafening, it’s just not fun.
2. Italians are resigned to the fact that their opinion doesn’t matter and their voice doesn’t count. They just accept things as they are. There's nothing they can do.
3. Customers don’t really have any rights in Italy. No right to complain, no right to question things, no right
Therefore, countless times, we end up in this very situation. Niente da fare.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
The Villas Resort - Day 3
Saturday, July 17, 2010
The Villas Resort - Day 2
On the way to Villasimius |
Friday, July 16, 2010
The Villas Resort - Day 1
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Good-bye Travel Charme; Hello Costa Rei!!
Along the road to the Costa Rei |
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Travel Charme Resort Grande Baia - Day 4
Instead we decided to pick up the kids from the club, and go back to Puntaldia to meet Bianca, Anna and Violetta for a pizza lunch. Unfortunately, the pizza was awful, as was the gelato. Funny how picky you get when you live in Italy – once you’ve eaten well, poor food just won’t do. At least, the company was enjoyable and the setting was nice. We said our good-byes and headed back to our “resort” for a rest -- although Avery was having none of it. The girls played on various electronic devices. I went for a swim in the sea and Josh watched "The Tour."
When I returned from the beach, I was presented with an offer from the hotel management. Yesterday, the hotel sales manager requested a meeting, and we spoke to her this morning over breakfast about our disappointment with the place. This evening, she presented me with a document, which, if signed, would grant us a 20% refund on the price paid for our stay. It certainly doesn’t seem like this is the first transaction of its kind. I told her I would think it over and get back to her.
I joined the rest of the family by the pool -- it was happy hour afterall. Tonight was the "grand opening" of the hotel's terrace restaurant. Finally a comfortable setting with views where one could enjoy the scenery while dining. It was a special evening of Sardinian foods, and the grilled meats were very tasty. Sardinia is also known for it's pecorino cheeses which were on offer. It was our last night at this hotel...and we were ready to move on... but this was a nice evening on which to wind up our stay. After dinner, while the kids went to watch a movie, Josh and I sat in the newly opened terrace lounge where we were offered a digestivo -- Mirto, which is like a grappa made of myrtle berries -- another local specialty.