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Travel Tip Tuesday – Travel Yoga

Travel Tip Tuesday

If you are anything like me, you'll try anything to get through an overseas plane ride- and all the stress that goes along with it.  I need all the help I can get.  I am not the greatest flyer.  I'm not even good.  I just don't care for it.

I hate being in those cramped seats, not wanting to get up to disturb my neighbor, or waiting out delays in the terminal. I'll try drugs, wine, my iPod, reading, movies, journaling, crosswords- you name it.

So, when I heard this little book Travel Yoga call out to me at the bookstore, I couldn't resist.

As a rule, I like yoga.  I even like doing it both in the morning or the evenings at the hotel to relax and stretch from a long day of walking and sightseeing- but this takes yoga a step further.

This one is a little instruction book on how to use yoga to stretch in planes, trains, automobiles and boats- as well as keeping a cool head in the face of stressful travel scenarios.  It is your guide to a stress-free journey.

In it you will find the Five Keys to Happy Travels:

  1. Be patient-master the art of waiting.
  2. Be friendly to your fellow travelers; kindness has many rewards. 
  3. Find pleasure in your travel; it will make any bumps along the way more tolerable. 
  4. Practice stretching and relaxation excercises throughout your journey; they will transform your trip. 
  5. Take things one step at a time.  When stressed, simply take a deep, relaxing breath for instant peace of mind.
And some of my favorite travel yoga poses include:

*Security Check Stretch
*Flight-Got-Bumped Rag Doll Stretch
*Layover Back Relief
*Service Station Rejuvination
*Luggage Carousel Lunge
*Mile-High Massage (no, this is not related to the Mile-High Club!?!)
*Overhead Luggage Reach


And my two favorite monument-inspired yoga poses:

*Leaning Tower of Pisa Pose
*Eiffel Tower Eagle Pose


It even has a card with the most popular poses/stretches that you can rip out of the back and take along on your journey.

Loaded with inspirational travel proverbs and meditations, this book is a gem for a wound-up-as-tight-as-a-drum traveler like me.

I will definitely being paying the closest attention to the chapter on stretches/poses to do in the seat on the plane.  These will help keep me entertained, and keep my blood and circulation going, which is important for keeping those nasty DVT clots from forming.

And I am hoping that I can use the meditations to imagine that my seat is 3 times larger than it really is and that I have the illusion of being comfortable in it!

How 'bout you?  How do you keep sane, calm, relaxed and limber during travel?

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Now, exercise those fingers on over and click on My Bella Vita to see what Travel Tips Cherrye has in store today!
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Sfogliatelle-Off

Italians are not quite as famous for their pastry as are the French.  My favorite pastry of all time is, of course, the croissant.  Nothing can compare to that buttery, flaky dough that the French have perfected and are so famous for.

But don't get me wrong, Italians do have a few noteworthy confections.  There is the cannoli, of course. Zeppole, aka fried dough.  And Sfogliatelle, which is typically enjoyed for breakfast.

Sfoglaitelle (sfo-l'yee-ah-tel-leh) means 'many leaves/layers' in Italian, which pretty much sums up what the outside looks like.  The clam-shaped pastry, has layer upon layer of crispy dough, and is filled with sweetened ricotta cheese containing candied citron, almond paste or orange flavor.  I really find them both beautiful and mezmerizing to look at.

Layers of goodness


Sfogliatelle originated in Naples, but can be found all over pasticerrie in Italy and of course here in the United States, especially in Italian-American areas.

It has been a lifetime since I have had some sfogliatelle, and last week, I was craving them.

My ah-ha moment was when I realized that I live within 5 mintues of two, count 'em two, Italian pastry shops. Duh.

So, I did what every self respecting Italiophile with a pastry craving would do.

Bought some at both shops and ate my way through them to find the best!

Yeah, such a hard life I have.

To my chagrin, I had to wait, as both shops only make sfogliatelle on the weekend.  I waited patiently, and here are the results:

Caffe Aurora

I have a soft spot for this place.  When we first started taking Italian lessons, on Friday evenings after class, we would stop here for a cappuccino nightcap and swap stories and Italian words with the neighborhood men gathered around the outside tables.  And in true Italian fashion, Caffe Aurora closes on a whim- they like to make their own hours. 

Caffe Aurora  


Filling

I picked up my first batch of Sfogliatelle, early in the afternoon on Friday.  I bought both with and without powdered sugar.  I have no preference on that front.  These were thick, heavy and filled with lots of candied fruit.  They were pretty to look at, but very heavy handed on the fruit, which tasted very bitter. They were good, but not as good as I remembered in Italy.  The pastry itself was a bit stiff, not flaky. Each of these babies set me back $2.50

La Deliziosa

Early Saturday morning, Chris made the five minute trip over to La Deliziosa, while I made our coffee. When he returned, I knew it was going to be a good day.  He said "Uh, remind me why we don't go there every weekend?"

He said the place smelled like an Italian wonderland of baked goodness- almond, freshly baked cookies, slightly sweet.  He came home with two sfogliatelle, right out of the oven. At first glance, these looked larger and had much more of a golden color. 

La Deliziosa 


Filling



It was love at first bite.  They were crispier than the others and the filling was lighter and much tastier- not as much of that bitter fruit, which I prefer.  And the best part- they were only $2.00 a piece- a whole fifty-cents cheaper!

So, La Deliziosa wins, hands down!

Looks like Caffe Aurora holds the special place in our hearts- but La Deliziosa holds the sweet spot in our tummies.

Have you ever tried Sfogliatelle?  What did you think?  What is your favorite Italian pastry?

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Guest Blogger- Julie from WhyGo France

I have not been feeding my Francophile soul as much, probably because I have Italy on the brain- planning our upcoming trip and all.


But don't worry it's still there.  C'est vrai.  And today, we have someone guest posting that shares my passion for my France.  Julie writes the blog WhyGo France, and I asked her to stop by and write about her love of the country and to tell us how she fell for it.


So, let's give a warm welcome to…..Julie!


I fell in love with France much the way you fall in love with an enchanted forest in a childhood fairy tale. My grandmother is French and despite the fact she moved to this country after World War II nearly 60 years ago, to this day she speaks with a rather heavy accent and is still much more a French lady than an American one. Growing up, my Grandmere would feed us French food, speak in French occasionally and tell us lots of stories that started “Well, in France we….” Long before my family made our first trip to the other side of the Atlantic, I’d already imagined the seemingly magical place that we’d heard so many stories about.  


You’d think with so much build-up and hype, I would have been disappointed with France when I got there. This did not happen. Although France was not the idealized version of 1930s Paris in a chic 17eme arrondissement penthouse apartment, which my Grandmere described, it was nonetheless a completely enticing and enchanting place to me. As I got older and my French got better (I studied the language starting in 5th grade and majored in it college), I promised myself I would return to this country where the baguettes were always crispy and you could truly experience the French joie de vivre. 


When I was 16, I participated in a Rotary Exchange, which assigned me to live with a family in France for the summer—ideally with a French girl in the house about my age. I got paired with a fabulous family who lived outside of Annecy in a little town called Menton, right on the beautiful Lac d’Annecy in the Alps. The girl, la petite Marion, was one year younger than me and we became fast friends and remain in contact. 


That summer, I did a one week trek through the French Alps; floated on a boat on the Seine and went wine tasting in the Loire Valley (yes, I was 16 and yes it was legal, see why I fell in love with France…); went swimming in the lake, and pretty much had the best summer of my life—all while totally improving my French conversation skills. 


That was when I truly fell in love with France. It was during that summer in the mountains that made me promise myself to go back for an extended period of time. That promise led to my year in Paris studying at the Sorbonne. When I left Paris after that time (you can not even imagine how emotional that was), I vowed to return for an extended period of time once again. This has not happened yet. In fact, finishing college and getting a job has interfered with me making it back to France since I left—leaving a little hole in my heart I know won’t be filled until I am once again back to my pastry-a-day habit in my kind of homeland (and lots of walking those metro stairs to make up for pastry consumption and trying to stay looking as fly as those damn thin and stylish French ladies). 



Julie Blakley has been lucky enough to have two stints of living in France, many trips around France and even a French boyfriend, but she just can't wait to get back to that wonderful land of wine and cheese. When Julie is not plotting her return to France, she is working as a staff writer for the BootsnAll Travel Network, where she writes for the France Travel Guide

Merci Julie, for sharing your Frenchness here!!
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Miss Expatria: The Interview and Book Giveaway

Christine 

I have recently had the pleasure of getting to know Christine, better known 'round the Internets as Miss Expatria. She writes the blog of the same name, as well as the hilarious blog, Unfortunate Hotels, which is a collection of the worst hotels on the web. 


For me, it was love at first read, because she loves travel (check), France (check) and Italy (checkmate).  She actually divides her time between France and Italy.  We haven't had the pleasure of meeting in person, yet, but that will all be changing, because as luck would have it we will both be in Rome at the end of May. So, be afraid Rome, be very afraid!! 


Christine has written a book, cleverly titled Miss Expatria, about her experiences leading up to and living in Italy and she was gracious enough to agree to an interview and give away a free copy of said book here on My Mélange- cause that's what we do here.  


And let me just say, that I think you should all run out and buy a copy of this book!  Now.  For those of you who don't want to wait, you can buy a copy of Miss Expatria in my Amazon Store.


Without further ado, here is our interview:


MM: Give us a brief synopsis of the book, if you would.


ME:  You know, I am a professional writer and this is the one thing I find so hard to summarize, because it's about ME. Let's give it a shot: In 2002 I broke up with my boyfriend of seven years, and moved to Italy two days later. Miss Expatria chronicles my time spent first in an empty palazzo by the sea, where I got my act together; and then in Rome, where I met the Gay Mafia; dated a Count; ate the most incredible food and lost 60 pounds; and fell in love with a writer who lived in the South of France and whom I met up with in Barcelona, Venice and Paris, among other places.  Then I lost my job, and was forced into exile in New York for a year. The book ends not only with my triumphant return to the Continent, but the epiphany I had upon stepping on Roman soil again about what is important in life.


MM:  How did the name Miss Expatria come about?


ME:  From my boyfriend, the aforementioned writer from the South of France. He's a master of brainstorming.  I wanted to call the book Cambio Change Wechsel, both because of the prevalence of the signs in popular tourist destinations and my addiction to changing everything from the layout of my bedroom to the course of my life. But, the name has come to personify for me who I want to be, who I am at my happiest moments, and who people that do not live the life I live perceive me to be.


MM:  Why do you refer to yourself as a travel guru? Why do you love travel so much?


ME:  Travel guru – that's just on my LinkedIn profile!  To use an ever-so-charming British term, I was taking the piss. I'm not good at being serious.  I prefer the tagline on my blog – The Internet's leading enabler of travel addiction – because I have the awesome power to make people make rash, fabulous travel decisions, and I am totally and completely drunk with that power.


Why do I love travel so much? I'm not sure why.  I was on the move from every three days to every six weeks or so during a significant portion of my childhood, when I was in two national touring companies of Annie; and then I didn't travel anywhere until I went to Paris when I worked for Ralph Lauren in my mid-20s. To me, being able to travel where I want, when I want and for how long I want is a huge, huge part of being a grown-up, while being strongly connected to the part of me that as a child fell in love with travel.


MM:   Why Italy?  What made you want to move and live there?


ME:  I first went to Rome in 1999, and it felt like home.  I left determined to move there.  But you'll have to read the book to find out more about that!  Cheeky, I am.


MM:  If you could give one piece of advice to expats, what would it be?


ME:  Learn the language.  Whether you're more comfortable assimilating or joining the expat community, it's absolutely essential you learn the language of your new home country.


MM:  What surprised you about living in Italy?  How does the real thing differ from what you had expected?


ME:  I had researched the hell out of living in Italy so nothing surprised me too much, nor did it differ greatly from what I was expecting.  However, if I had to name something, I would say the thing that continues to surprise and delight me is the utter kindness of the people I've met there. It stops me dead in my tracks and humbles me in a way nothing else ever has.


MM: You happen to divide your time between the two places on earth I am passionate about – France and Italy.  Could you tell me one thing you like and dislike about each of them?


ME:  Italy:  I love the people. I've met exactly one Italian I didn't care for. LITERALLY, ONE.  The thing I don't like about Italy, which has nothing to do with the country per se but is more the result of my being an ex-New Yorker, is the lack of 24-hour bodegas that sell everything you could ever need.


France: Love the bakeries. The only thing I can't stand about France that includes the entire country (Paris is perfect, and therefore normally excluded) would be the open contempt sales people have for their customers, whether in a store or on a customer service phone line.


MM: Espresso or cappuccino?


ME:  Ha! Neither!  I'm actually not a coffee drinker. But I do go through phases where I MUST HAVE  a latte macchiato in the morning – a tall glass of steamed milk with a shot of espresso, and enough sugar to kill a horse.


MM:  Wine, beer or cocktail?


ME:  Never beer; can't stand it. Wine, wine, wine or Veuve. But I do love me a good cocktail.


MM:  Favorite pasta?


ME:  My favorite pasta dish, hands down, is cacio e pepe. It's the chicken soup for my soul. I've had a lot of fancy and ridiculously good pasta dishes in my time, but cacio e pepe is the one I could eat every day for the rest of my life. I usually have to make someone take it away from me, because I'll eat it until it's gone – no matter how much of it there is.


MM:  What places are on your list to visit that so far have eluded you?


ME:  That crazy blue of Alaskan glaciers looks so fake in pictures that it's something I will have to see with my own eyes to believe.  I want to stay in one of those cottages that stick out over the water in the South Pacific. I want my friend Anu, who understands the complexities of my Golden Days of the Raj obsession, to show me India. 


Three big things on my list – Sicily, the Italian lakes region and the lavender fields of Provence – I'm visiting this summer!


MM:  What one website or blog (other than mine of course) do you have to visit everyday and why? You know, the one you would die without?


ME:  I absolutely cannot live without Free Will Astrology. I've been reading it every Wednesday since before the Internet was invented, back when it was printed in the Village Voice. Rob does away with the "You'll fall in love next Thursday" crap and instead feeds my constant need for inspiration.


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Now for the deets on the contest.


All you need to do is leave a comment on this post between now and midnight on April 1st!  I will select a winner using the Random Number Generator on April 2nd.  The winner's copy of Miss Expatria, with its sexy black cover and hot pink text will be on its way shortly after!


Thanks to Miss Expatria for the interview and the book- and good luck to you all!!  Now get commenting!


Oh, and before I let you go, I wanted to let you know that Miss Expatria needs your help with something.  She has entered a contest to win her dream assignment, but she needs enough votes to qualify.  You can help by clicking this link, signing up and then VOTING!!  And tell all your friends to vote too!!

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Travel Tip Tuesday – Finding Rome Accommodation

Travel Tip Tuesday

Staying in Rome can be very expensive!  Most first time visitors want to stay right in the middle of the action, which of course is the tourist area and therefore commands higher prices.

On our first trip to Rome, we picked a Frommer's recommended hotel near the Piazza Navona and paid $150/night- five years ago.  We hated it.  The unhelpful Australian owner enjoyed picking fights with guests, the breakfast was stale crackers in a sterile cafeteria-style dining room, the room was tiny and lackluster and I was surprised that our bed wasn't advertised as a waterbed due to its proximity to the standing-room-only bathroom.

Who wants to spend beaucoup bucks on a hotel like that?!  One that you probably won't even see the likes of for most of your trip- except to sleep and shower.

Not me baby- I like to save my hard earned money for the f-o-o-d!

I recommend that you think outside of the box and outside the city center.

A charming bed & breakfast or apartment in a Roman neighborhood can be a great alternative!  You'll enjoy more local flavor and if you do your homework, you'll get a much nicer place, with better amenities, a stylish address and a nice owner who really cares about your visit- for less than that other hotel.

Venere is a popular site and obvious choice for accommodation, but here are some lesser known options that caught my eye.


  • VRBO, Vacation Rentals By Owner, lets you deal directly with the owners of the apartment.  Scads of available rentals for Rome organized by neighborhood or number of bedrooms.  Easy to read symbols and lots and lots of photos make this one really user friendly.
  • How can you go wrong with a name like Rome Sweet Home?  This one has over 500 self-catering apartments.  Reserve online 24 hours a day- or you can call them directly- they speak 5 languages. 
  • Rental in Rome has some of the most beautiful apartments at some downright bargain prices.  Most are higher quality than others I have seen, so book early- these get scooped up quickly. They boast 700 locations and offer studios, lofts, penthouses, villas- even castles and offer short and long term rental.
  • Slow Travel, affiliated with Slow Food, has a classified section for vacation rentals in Rome.   Members also review apartments and b&bs- creating quite an extensive list.
  • BBplanet, has over 1200 listings for bed and breakfasts, apartments and farm holiday houses in Rome. Check availability right online!
  • O-Solemio offers both bed and breakfast and apartment rentals in both the city center and the Roman countryside.  You may not get the hundreds of listings that some of the others offer- but the quality seems high.  And hey- you only need one right place, right? 

Happy Hunting!

And feel free to add to my list if you have had success with accommodation in Rome.


Next stop, My Bella Vita to see what Cherrye's travel tips are today!
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Women’s Italy Retreat

Dolcevita

Lenora Boyle, Transformation Coach and Option Method Trainer is hosting an Italian Retreat for Women. 

I thought you would all be a great audience for her, since most of you who read the blog are women, who love to travel and are passionate about Italy.

When I read about it, I thought it was such a great idea! i just wish I hadn't made plans for Rome already or this would have been a serious contender.  It sounds right up my alley!!  Great food, stunning views, spending quiet time with like minded, creative women.  A dream vacation, really!

I asked Lenora to write a brief description about the retreat, so that I could present it to all of you.  Being that it is her passion, I figured she'd do a much better job than I ever could.  I encourage you to click on all the links that she has provided to get a much better feel for Lenora, and what she does.  

Here is what Lenora had to say:

This is an invitation to live the sweet life, la dolce vita.  Please join me in ITALY, where possibilities abound, for a transformational retreat for women, surrounded by all the flavors of Italy. 

Learn to be happy like Italians who find pleasure in everything around them: music, food, fragrances, scenery, and art.  The air, water, food and people are exceptional.  It is a country full of stunning beauty and pleasures to be savored.

For 8 days and 8 nights, from September 12- 20 of 2009, in Monterosso al Mare on the Italian Riviera in Liguria, I’m combining my passion for Italy with my passion for helping women expand their possibilities to create a life they love. 

During this Italian Retreat discover How To:

  • Manifest greater possibilities in your life
  • Awaken happiness while gently dissolving limiting beliefs
  • Dive into the passions of Italy while tapping into your own passions
  • Navigate more easily through life’s transitions and changes (job loss, empty nest, divorce, moving….)

What to Expect on this Retreat:

After a delicious breakfast of local fruit, cheeses and homemade breads, we’ll meet to begin learning the Option Method Dialogue – questions that you will take with you to continue experiencing the happiness gained during this retreat.  You will broaden your belief of what is possible and begin to expand and live La Dolce Vita, the sweet life.  

We’ll continue with techniques and exercises after lunch that will help enhance clarity, creativity and happiness.  Some afternoons will be filled with visits to the beautiful Cinque Terra (five towns), as well as to other picturesque seaside villages that cling to cliffs overlooking the Mediterranean.  Our time outside in the lush splendor of Italy will inspire us to find our inner beauty.

Italy’s gift to the world is to teach us to enjoy beauty and pleasure in every aspect of life—food, family, fashion, art, language, nature and love.  

As women, we are notorious for giving and supporting others, whether we have careers in or out of the home.  Now, let’s do something for ourselves.  Give ourselves the gift of happiness—a chance to travel to Italy with a group of like-minded women for the purpose of finding and living pleasure, joy and love every moment of our lives.

Cost:  $1300 USD/ 1108 Euro for hotel (double occupancy), workshop and breakfast.

(Transportation, lunch and dinner not included)

If you are interested, please email Lenora@ChangeLimitingBeliefs.com, call (641) 472-0414 or visit my Italy Retreat Blog or Change Limiting Beliefs. 

I’d love to have you join us soon because the reservation deadline is April 4th!

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Sounds dreamy right? If you decide to partake in this wonderful Italian adventure, make sure you tell Lenora that I sent you!

Have you ever been on a retreat? Tell us about it?

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Guest Blogger- Jessica from Why Go Italy

Jessica, who is a dear blogger friend, fellow Italophile and the author of the WhyGo Italy travel site, shares my passion for Italy. And for travel.  So naturally, she is a perfect fit for a guest post on My Melange.

I asked her to tell us about her early days of falling in love with Italy…and here is what she wrote:

My traveling career started in college, when I was fortunate enough to spend a month touring New Zealand and Australia with my choir, and then even luckier to spend a semester studying at Nottingham Trent University in England. I've loved travel ever since, but until I got to Italy I'd been awfully fickle about it. 

Let me explain.
After returning home from England, I declared myself an Anglophile.  I couldn't get enough of Brit-pop, desperately missed the cider-and-lager concoction called a "Snakebite" that I'd enjoyed in the campus pubs, found myself occasionally saying "ta" in place of "thanks," and lamented the fact that no one was calling me "love" anymore. 

That affection for England, however, lasted only until my next trip many years later.
In 1999, I spent just over two weeks with my then-boyfriend (now-husband) and four of our closest friends chasing the
Tour de France. The three boys in the group were all cyclists and cycling fans, and I'd become a fan as well, so it was a truly memorable trip. 

And, predictably, upon my return I was a Francophile to the core. I started taking French classes through the local community college (a language I'd dabbled in back in high school and then mostly forgotten), taught myself to like French wines (before that I hadn't liked wine at all), got lost in French films, and plotted return visits to see my French cousins.

I'm guessing you can see a pattern developing here.
So, it shouldn't come as any surprise to you that when my still-then-boyfriend and I took his younger sister to
Italy in 2001 as a high school graduation present, I fell head-over-heels madly in love with the country. 

In the case of Italy, though, the infatuation has never worn off – not even after subsequent trips to other places.
Italy captured my heart on that trip in a way that is hard to put into words. Our arrival point was
Venice, and when your first impression of Italy is a city like Venice, it's really hard to not fall in love with it.

Venice gondola stand


But beyond that, there is something about Italy which, to this day, has taken hold and isn't about to let go. Since that first trip, we've returned many times, and we're even midway through the process of obtaining a long-term visa and – eventually, we hope – permessi di soggiorno, or permits to stay. We just hope Italy loves us as much as we love it. 

One moment I remember from that first trip (which, although it isn't the reason I fell in love with Italy, does help showcase one of the things I love so much about it) was in the train station in Pisa. We were en route from the Cinque Terre to Florence, and making the requisite two-hour stop to see the famous leaning tower. We had checked the tower off our to-do list and were waiting for our train to Florence when we decided to call our expat friends north of Venice to give them an update on our status. 

But, being the hapless tourists we were, we couldn't figure out the phone.
Our expat friends had given us one of those phone cards where you break off the corner and insert it into the slot on the payphone. It was a used card a former guest had left her, so she passed it on to us. But it wasn't working. We kept trying, doing exactly what we thought it said on the card and the machine, and we got nowhere. 

Finally, an older gentleman walked by us on the train platform. He paused, saw we were having difficulty, and did a U-turn to come back to us.
He helped us figure out the phone issue (the card turned out to be all used up, so it wasn't our stupidity after all), and then when I thanked him in Italian he said, "Oh, you speak Italian?" 

"Un piccolo," I said – a little.

I was proud I could use what little language skills I had, until I saw him shaking his head.
"No, no, no," he said, "
Piccolo is for kids. You would say un po' in this case." 

I was embarrassed to have gotten it wrong, but his correction came with a broad smile, a word of encouragement about my Italian, and a cheerful "arrivederci" before he went on his way. 

That story remains near and dear to my heart for several reasons. First and most obviously, because no matter how badly you speak Italian in reality, the Italians are – almost to a person – ridiculously flattering about your language skills and always ready and willing to give you polite corrections if you make mistakes. They know, on some level, that there really isn't a point to learning Italian, and are happy that you're trying.
But more than that, it displays the open arms with which I've always been received by Italy, from that first visit to my most recent. 

I've continued to make mistakes with Italian, and will probably always do so. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
This girl is now, and always will be – no really, I mean it this time – an Italophile. 

About the Author 
Jessica Spiegel is a travel writer who works for the BootsnAll Travel Network and writes the Italy travel guide, WhyGo Italy.  Photo is of a gondola stand in Venice and is courtesy of the author.  It may not be reproduced without permission.

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Love Thursday: Twitter Travel Love

This Love Thursday, I wanted to spread some Twitter love. 

I spend a considerable amount of time on Twitter. Even more-so now that Facebook has taken a turn for the worst, in my opinion, by trying to be like Twitter.  Posers.

But, I digress.  So, yes, I spend too much time on Twitter.  And though there are many twitterers I follow, today I'd like to provide you a list of my favorite Twitters', who tweet about twavel, oops, I mean travel. Say that five times fast!

Wow, that is quite a list!  That'll keep you all busy for a while!

And if you want a few laughs, this will have you rolling!  It's a link to the funniest tweets on Twitter. 

Happy Love Thursday everyone!  
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Stuffed Artichokes

Bowl of Artichokes

I have never been a big fan of artichokes.  I will admit that they intrigue me, though.  They look cool and weird at the same time.  And they are quite a delicacy in Italy, especially Rome.

I have only had artichokes in their natural form once.  Years ago, at my first boyfriend’s house for a family dinner.  I didn’t know how to eat them and apparently I must have eaten some of the petals and pointy tips and (big surprise) I got sick later that night.

I usually shy away from any food that caused me such awful pain.

Fast forward about 20 years, when we happen to catch Rocco DiSpirito making a delicious looking recipe for stuffed artichokes. I bookmarked that in a small corner of my mind.

This past weekend, the artichokes at our market looked too good to pass up, so we decided that the timing was right.  I’d give artichokes another try.  And Chris was nice enough to make them for us.

Choke


Stuffed Artichokes

Ingredients:

½ cup breadcrumbs
½ cup freshly grated Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese
5 cloves garlic (2 cloves chopped, 3 cloves smashed)
3 tablespoons chopped flat-leaf parsley
1 teaspoon chopped fresh oregano
2 tablespoons plus ¼ cup Bertolli ® extra-virgin olive oil
Juice and zest of 2 lemons
Salt and freshly ground pepper
4 fresh artichokes
1 sprig fresh thyme
1½ cups dry white wine
1 cup vegetable broth



1. For the filling: In a medium bowl, combine breadcrumbs, cheese, chopped garlic, parsley, oregano, the 2 tablespoons olive oil, and lemon zest. Season to taste with salt and pepper.

2. Cut the stems off of the artichokes and pull off the tough outer leaves. Cut about ½ inch off of the top of each artichoke to create a flat top. Make sure the bottoms are flat so the artichokes can stand up. With your fingers, spread the leaves apart as much as you can, stuffing the breadcrumb mixture between them. Put plenty of the filling on the top of the artichokes.


3. In a Dutch oven, heat the remaining ¼ cup olive oil over medium heat. Add the smashed garlic cloves to the oil and cook until fragrant, about 1 minute. Add thyme, wine, lemon juice, and vegetable broth. Arrange artichokes in pot, cover, and place over medium heat. Simmer until artichokes are tender throughout, about 30 minutes.


Before the Simmer



I must admit, they really looked delicious when they were done, and the broth smelled wonderful.  But, as I started peeling and sucking petal after petal, I just couldn’t help but ask myself why anyone would do this?


Stuffed Artichokes


Considering the amount of time that goes into cleaning, peeling and preparing the ‘chokes and the time it took to make the recipe- it just isn’t worth it in my opinion.


I don’t like to work this hard for my food- especially when that food is almost, uh, non-existant?! There was hardly any meat on those petals!


So while I am glad I conquered my fear of artichokes, I have decided that we won’t be making them again in this house.


We’ll be saving our artichoke consumption for the talented chefs when we dine out, or for those lovely jars of hearts at the market.


Do you make artichokes?  How do you like them?

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    Travel Tip Tuesday – Travel Planning with Google Maps

    Travel Tip Tuesday

    I am addicted to reading guidebooks, but I don't like dragging them all to my destination.

    Years ago, I got smart and started compiling the best of what I wanted to see, do and eat into word docs and just printed them up to take along- leaving the back-breaking, luggage-hogging guidebooks behind.

    Well, last week, I was playing around with Google Maps, as I often do to find places in a city.  I am sure many of you have used it for driving directions.

    While playing, I realized that I could now kill three birds with one stone.  

    You can mark an historic attraction, hotel, restaurant, store-anything with an address really, on a map, save it there, write a little blurb to go with it and save it to your map.

    Do this over and over again, with every little thing and suddenly you have your own personalized guidebook of your favorites.

    Rick Steves, eat your heart out!

    Just to give you an idea, here is a snapshot of my map-in-progress for Rome.

    My Rome Google Map


    Though you can't do it on the map above, on yours, you can hover over the blue marker and get the name of the location, zoom in and out, click on a blue marker to get a street shot picture, double-click to put your own notes in about that location.  Notice that the nearest Metro stations are even clearly marked!

    Print out this map and take it with you on your trip- leaving the heavy guidebooks and portfolio of paperwork behind.

    And if you are bringing your laptop along- you can just open to your Google Map everyday to plan your itinerary.

    Yet another cool thing about Google Maps is the virtual map. Not only can you get a street view of any specific location (which can come in handy for landmarks or spotting your destination), but now you can drag the little golden man in the left hand toolbar to any location on the map and he'll take you on a little virtual walk of the area.

    I could spend all day, whittling away countless hours doing this on the map of Rome.  Or anywhere else, for that matter!  Kinda gets you super excited before your vacation.

    If you really wanted to be cheap and lazy- I suppose you could travel around the world, city by city, without ever leaving your house.

    But what fun would that be?


    Have you used Goggle Maps for trip planning?  What do you like to use it for?

    And Cherrye's back today.  Don't forget to head over and check out her Travel Tips today!