Blue Marine

We found our beach club for the week: two umbrellas, four chairs at Blue Marine. Typically they rent by the day or by the month. We arrived late in the morning and were seated in the last row but were told we can move up tomorrow.

The water is clean and clear and super salty. There are beach clubs interspersed with public beach access. Restaurants on the beach, showers, etc.

At the public beach you can tell that some people leave their umbrellas over night. They are held in place by large rocks in case there’s a rare gust of wind.

The sand is scalding hot so you need to walk briskly to the water. There hasn’t been a cloud in the sky.

While we were all still sleeping, D started his day at the basketball court. A workout and then a father and son showed up, and another kid, so they were able to play two on two.

Breakfast were delicious peaches from the market we walk by on the way to the beach. Lunch was pizza margherita for Miss M and a calzone for Paul from the beach club. D and I grabbed sandwiches from the food truck next to the basketball court: hot sausage, broccoli rabe, and mozzarella in a thick bread pocket toasted for me, and a similar sandwich for D but with prosciutto and mozzarella.

Dinner at Ristorante Tirreno with a beautiful view of the water. Miss M had spaghetti with red sauce, D had bolognese, Paul had fried shrimp and calamari with a side salad, and I had calamari stuffed with baby calamari and cheese and breadcrumbs, also with a side salad.

After dinner we got off the main drag and walked up, and up, and up, to the area 400 feet above the sea. Reminds me of Positano but without the crowds. White washed walls leading to alleys of bars and shops selling shoes, clothes and gelaterias.

At the highest point is opened up to a large square with hundreds of people milling about, views over the beach, bars and music playing, kids running around. There was a very modern looking church – Santa Maria Assunta in Cielo — with a basket of food at the chancel available to those who are hungry.

We stopped at a bar in the main square for some aperol spritzes, D had a coke, and later Miss M had a stratchietella gelato on a cone.

As we walked back down the stairs to sea level, people are still eating their dinner (at 11pm) and tons of kids are running around. But it’s the end of a full day one in Sperlonga for us.

Sperlonga

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Una perla

When Paul told the Roman taxi driver that we were heading to Sperlonga for two weeks, he exclaimed “una perla!” which translates to “a pearl.”

We arrived in Sperlonga around 6pm and by 9pm we were beachside enjoying dinner at Pizzeria Mari. The kids have been waiting for this leg of the trip since we first conceived of this vacation. Prosciutto with melon to start, Sperlongan mussels for me, pizza margarita for Miss M, swordfish for Big D, and spaghetti with clams and mussels for Paul. M was supposed to split the pizza and mussels with me but the pizza was so good she ate the whole thing.

We walked up and down the main street at night passing by shops, gelaterias, and more restaurants. There’s also a set of outdoor trampolines, a merry go round and another little kids ride on the small boardwalk. Last night there was a traveling kids show with a person dressed up like a cartoon character…not sure who it was but they were set up with a hundred kid sized chairs on half of the basketball court which made Big D very concerned that he’d only have access to one hoop with a bent rim the next day.

Yes, you read that right — basketball court. We knew there was a full sized court right on the boardwalk, and it’s the only hoop for miles and miles around.

Our AirBnB in Sperlonga has two bedrooms, three small balconies (one with a washing machine and drying rack), kitchen / living area, two bathrooms, and a HUGE roof deck. There’s a ping pong table and dining table for six with umbrella on the roof, outdoor shower, and tons of extra space too.

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Arrividerci Roma

A few final thoughts on Rome:

There’s more to see. I still haven’t been to the main basilica in Rome, haven’t driven a Vespa, and I was hoping to get back to Castel Sant’Angelo…next time.

Big D remarked, and I’m paraphrasing, how people look at the main tourist sites, but right next to the site is also something worth seeing. We climbed a certain set of stairs in the Campodiglio on this trip and ten years ago, and yet he pointed out that we never went up the stairs just slightly to the left which led to a church. He felt that way about the Sistene Chapel too; so much more to see beyond the ceiling.

We’ve relied heavily on Paul speaking Italian, and his sense of direction, to navigate Rome. Taxi drivers love him, give him tips, and it means I can just sit back and enjoy and not manage anything which is great!

That being said, I’ve been finding it easier to read Italian dinner menus versus the English translations. Pizza toppings and pasta dishes just don’t seem to translate accurately into English

Big D also has a great sense of direction. He’s gone out for runs in the mornings both in Munich and Rome, on his own. He’s been very conscious about overeating on the trip to ensure he stays in basketball shape.

Quite often when Italians find out we’re from Boston, they respond with “ah, Celtics” which makes us smile. Despite knowledge of the Celtics, we were unable to find an outdoor basketball hoop in Rome.

The moment Miss M got into the rental car she tuned the radio to 88.9 remembering the station had “fun music.” It’s funny the things they remember.

Lunch at the AutoGrill along the highway, which is a rest area shop and eating establishment on steroids. There’s always large candies and toys to buy overtired children on long car rides, but every trip to the AutoGrill has an amusing featured item on special at the entrance. Today it was a light up musical ice bucket. Lol

We had three salads (with anchovies, capers, tomatoes, olives, and a ball of mozzarella), cups of fruit and a small tiramisu. Miss M ordered from the pasta station. Each tray of food came with large hunk of bread with olives and a small dinner roll. And, espressos were included with lunch — note how the rest stop espresso is served in china with a real spoon!

Paul drove us to the La Reggio designer outlets where we picked up a few things, and then headed to Sperlonga, the next stop on our Italian adventure.

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Pizza, pizza

This morning we slept in, bought me a Mkhitartyan jersey at the AS Roma store (even though he signed with Inter Milan last week), and got Big Ds hair cut at http://www.kissmedarlin.it in the Trastevere neighborhood.

For lunch: four pizzas at Da Poeta: pesto mozzarella and tomato for D, spicy salame for me, margarita for Miss M, and buffalo mozzarella for Paul. So good!

The rest of the afternoon we played tourist walking slowly through the city center, visiting the Pantheon and Spanish Steps.

Next time we’ll schedule a Vespa and sidecar tour. Saw some zipping around town and the speed may help you stay cool. Easier on the feet as well; we’ve done a ton of walking.

On our last night we went to see the Sistene Chapel at the Vatican museum. I’ve already been twice, and Paul three times, but it doesn’t get old and the kids don’t remember much from their trip ten years ago. Over the years we’ve spent so much time staring at the chapel ceiling while working on the 1000 piece puzzle of Michaelangelos masterpiece that it was neat to see if in life size form. We spent a good 30 minutes in the chapel, maybe longer. Miss M really enjoyed it and remarked that it would be a good place to study if the Chapel had desks and it was just a little quieter.

We took a quick look at St Peters lit up at night and then headed back to the Campo Dei Fiori area for dinner at Emma, a restaurant the kids and Paul ate at on Wednesday. It was recommended to us by a friend and the food was very good. Thin crust pizzas, zucchini flowed stuffed with mozzarella and Damian’s fourth bowl of spaghetti carbonara so far on the trip.

A relaxing final day of our time in Rome!

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When in Rome

On Thursday we played tourist: we walked to the Bocca Della Verita, Colosseum, Roman Forum, the church of Cosmo and Damian (which was closed when we were here ten years ago), the Trevi fountain, did some shopping and got me back to the Airbnb in time to start my workday.

Lunch near the Trevi fountain — pastas for everyone.

Dinner in the Jewish ghetto — an area I hasn’t been to previously and the restaurant was right next to the ruins. The area is known specifically for fried artichokes. Unfortunately dinner wasn’t as good as all of our other meals; D has been ranking his spaghetti carbonara dishes (he’s had three so far) and tonight’s was in third place. Miss M ranked her third red sauce dish tonight in third place as well. My mozzarella didn’t exude milk as it should, the fried zucchini flower was terrible and only Paul liked the fried artichoke. Oh well — at least two more weeks of meals to go!

Miss M wanted to see the Colosseum during sunset and the Trevi fountain at night, so after dinner we walked off the calories and made our way back to these monuments. The Trevi was so crowded and dirty, packed with tourists. Totally expected, but it had to be done. Checked it off the list and tomorrow is another day.

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Feels like home again

On Wednesday we flew from Munich to Rome. Pretty uneventful all things considered: a taxi strike in Italy led to an Uber ride from a very friendly Lazio soccer fan who was intrigued with our plans to visit Stadio Olimpico that afternoon. The home stadium for AS Roma is probably not in the top list of destinations tourists seek out upon arriving at Fumincino Airport!

He drove us into the city via the Roman forum, coliseum, bocca della verita (the mouth of truth) and more, which was fun.

We have an AirBnB for this leg of the trip just one block outside of Campo dei Fiori where we stayed ten years ago: two bedrooms with walk-in closets, two en suite bathrooms, kitchen and living space.

Quickly dropped our bags and headed to the square where we quickly ordered fried zucchini flowers and four plates of pasta. We were too hungry and longing for good pasta to pause for pictures.

That afternoon/evening I worked US business hours and Miss M had her assigned registration time to select her fall class at university. We took a brief break and walked to the nearby supermarket for groceries.

Due to the taxi strike and Paul and D not having cellular service on their phones to order an Uber, they walked an hour each way to and from Stadio Olimpico. As a Roma fan, Paul was super excited to see the old, outdated stadium, the trophy they recently won and the various locker rooms.

Late night we walked to Piazza Navona for gelato, to gaze at the fountains and people watch. It’s good to be back here. It feels familiar, and like home, yet different since it’s been ten years since being in Rome.

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Auf Wiedersehen, Munchen

We spent the late-afternoon relaxing, shopping, and Paul and D rented scooters to explore the city further.

After the kids and Paul had gelatos we went to the Ratskellar for cocktails. The Rat is located inside the new city hall (the building with the glockenspiel in the center of town.) We sat in the courtyard surrounded by gothic architecture giving off major Harry Potter vibes.

As we reflected on our time here, we discussed our highs and lows:

D remarked on the highs that were very high and the lows that were very low. He was a fan of meeting Dirk and Stephen and zipping around on the Voi scooter, and his low was the glockenspiel, watching the Armenian dancers and the rough transition due to jet lag.

Miss Ms favorite part was seeing the Armenian dancers since it was very unexpected (and the chicken wrap sandwich from Ali’s).

For Paul, he gives Munich two big thumbs up for its cool, laid back vibe. His highlight was meeting Stefan and Dirk, and I would agree. Connecting with strangers, bonding over beers, and engaging in conversation is what makes the travel experience so special.

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Dachau

Today we took a guided tour of Dachau, the first and longest running concentration camp. Initially built for political prisoners, it’s been recorded that there were 32,000 deaths at that site. The campus was massive, the size of 32 soccer fields.

Our guide was quite the storyteller and for several hours shared her knowledge in a factual and unemotional manner.

It’s been interesting to hear how locals speak of the atrocities of 80 years ago. We’ve learned that all school children aged 14-17 must visit a concentration camp as part of their curriculum. Education is a small but critical step towards ensuring history does not repeat itself. And people have been quick to share that Hitter was voted into power as Germany is a democracy, so it’s critically important to read carefully who is on the ballot when you vote.

The only photo I’ll share today is the entrance gate seen by every prisoner which read, when translated, Work Sets You Free.

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Surfers, (foot)ballers and more pretzels

Breakfast at the hotel of chocolate croissants, cheeses, meats, soft boiled eggs, an assortment of juices, and because we arrived to breakfast on the later side only two pretzels remained.

On Monday the Marienplatz in Munich city center was livelier than yesterday as many shops were closed on Sunday.

Late morning we walked to the English Garden, one of the largest public parks in the world and larger than Central Park. We enjoyed watching the surfers at the entrance to the garden at the made-made Eisbach River. I was tired from all the walking the day prior so we didn’t stay long at the park and headed instead to the nearby University of Munich campus.

After a quick snack we hopped on the very clean U-Bahn train to Allianz Arena, home of the FC Bayern soccer team. Seats 70,000 yet feels intimate. We visited the museum and had an informative tour of the facility (similar to what we experienced a few years ago at Camp Nou in Barcelona). The tour guy spent time in W. Roxbury and was a Patriots and Celtics fan who was awake at 4:30am watching the Celtics in the recent NBA finals. Now that’s dedication!

At night we went back to the Hofbrauhaus where Big D had apple strudel, Paul had schnitzel, Miss M had a pretzel, and of course more beer all around (except for Miss M.) While it’s full of tourists, it has a place in German history with Hitler and the National Socialists hosting their first meeting in the upstairs hall. Long shared tables that seat 10-12 so socializing with others at your table is expected. Last night we spent 4-5 hours with Stefan and Dirk who live outside of Frankfurt and were spending a few days away from their wives and kids. They had personalized beer counters to track their consumption and were full of stories and laughs. At the end of certain songs they had us standing up, singing and toasting.

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A little fishy

I haven’t written much about the German breakfast experience. D looks forward to this meal each day. It’s what you’d expect: a ton of pastries, yogurts, cheeses, meats, small containers of pickled items, tomato/cucumber/mozzarella salad, two types of scrambled eggs and sausages with mustered, and soft boiled eggs. But what makes me laugh each morning is the decor in the room. Who decided that this would be an appetizing print to display in the breakfast room?

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Pretzels are more than a snack

Every eating establishment in Munich offers pretzels on the menu. Breakfast at the hotel consisted of pastries, fruits, yogurt, meats and cheeses, eggs, and of course two types of sausage and a stand of pretzels. They are everywhere.

This morning we spent three hours on a Viator walking tour about Munich and the Third Reich. Josh, a terrific guide/storyteller showed us different historic sites in the Nazi movement and educated us on the Nazi propaganda machine. Berlin may be the capital of Germany, but Munich was the headquarters of the Nazi party and where the movement began.

Miss M and I grabbed lunch from an Armenian kebab place in the city center called Ali’s, where I had the best, piping hot, spicy lamejun.

We went back to the courts from yesterday for a family game of futsal at the roof top court and then shooting hoops at the ground level outdoor court. D was in his happy place.

Mari rested late afternoon while Paul, D and I climbed the 13 flights of stairs inside St Peters, the oldest church in Munich to see beautiful panoramic view over the entire city.

The kids briefly rested while Paul and I enjoyed a few half liters (and a pretzel) at a nearby bar. Then we went to Augustiner-Keller, an outdoor beer garden recommended to us by a former coworker. Cheese filled sausage with potato salad for me, schnitzel for Paul, some type of roast pork with gravy for Big D, fries for Miss M, and liters of beer of course. The place is huge and pics do not do it justice.

Our trip wouldn’t be complete without another visit to the rooftop courts, this time late at night. D was hoping they’d be lit up at or we’d be able to enjoy the view from seven stories up, but the cage was locked.

Nearly 22,000 steps today and we are done!

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Day 1 in Bavaria

The goal of today was to stay awake and it’s been a struggle for almost everyone. Our hotel is one block from Marienplatz, the center of old Munich. We walked, had some sausages, pretzels and beer, shopped, walked some more, saw some Armenians dancing on a nearby stage as part of some local festival, saw the glockenspiel chime (very anticlimactic), walked more, found the nearby court that Big D had researched, and walked more to acclimate ourselves.

The day ended at Haufbrauhaus for a liter of beer for Paul and a liter for Big D, Apple streusel, two pretzels and a pork knuckle with gravy. D ordered his liter of beer with ease; the drinking age here is 16, so close enough!

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It’s been a long time coming

COVID cancelled our 2020 vacation, Miss M’s ACL cancelled 2021 plans, so when it came to a vote for our 2022 holiday it was a unanimous vote to return to Italy. Since I always want to explore some place new, we’re starting this adventure in Munich. It’s been close to 20 years since I’ve been to Germany, so we’re all looking forward to stepping outside our comfort zone and experiencing something new. So our itinerary is Munich, then Rome, then a beach town called Sperlonga.

The trip was off to a good start with Coach Clark driving us to the airport.

To be continued in Bavaria!

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Independence Day

Yesterday was not our typical Independence Day / 4th of July / Grandpa Eddie’s birthday. At 8am, we went to Zion National Park before the local parade shut down the main road in Springdale. Fourth of July weekend is the busiest weekend for Zion all year long, and as we waited 45 minutes to catch the inter-park shuttle, a guy stood up on a bench above the crowd and had everyone sing the Star Spangled Banner.

Our first hike of the day was Weeping Rock. Snow and rain water gets through the more porous layers of the rock and it takes about a thousand years before it finds it way out the side, making it look like the rock is weeping, so it was one thousand year old water sprinkling down on us. We then hiked to Lower Emerald Pool which was larger in size but the same concept. After lunch we did the grotto walk where we saw the original Zion visitor center / ranger cabin from the 1920s.

The upper emerald pool, observation point, and many other hikes were closed due to rock slides. Some other hikes were still open for more experienced hikers, such as Angel’s Landing which is one of the most dangerous hikes in the U.S.

Miss M and I spent the rest of the afternoon at the hotel pool while Paul and Big D rented inner tubes outside of Zion National Park and went on a two hour river rapids ride down the Virgin River. They saw a blue heron on the trip, lots of people picnicking along the river side, and came out of the experience at bit bruised up from navigating all the rocks while on their tubes.

We looked into catching fireworks at night, but nothing like that is done near Zion. The closest fireworks display was 45 minutes away starting at 10pm in a stadium where people start entering 5 hours prior. That did NOT interest me. Miss M was a bit sad at our lack of patriotic festivities, but as luck would have it, as we finished dinner, we realized with the time difference that the Boston Pops fireworks spectacular would be kicking off. She was able to watch it live on the iPhone while walking back to the hotel post dinner. Ah the wonders of technology!

Come to think of it, we took pictures all week with our phone. We used the phone for directions throughout this 1,000+ mile journey. The phone allowed Big D to text with his good friend Shant who broke his foot the first day of summer vacation – they even texted from the hike deep in the Grand Canyon! The phone allowed us to research sites, restaurants and stores. Playing backgammon on the phone kept us occupied while on shuttle bus rides or waiting in lines.

An interesting juxtaposition that we’re in such a beautiful place, all week we’ve been surrounded by such natural beauty, but we’ve still relied so much on technology.

Today we left Zion / Utah. We’re currently driving back through Arizona and into Nevada where we’ll fly from Vegas to Massachusetts. A scenic drive and perfect end to another great trip!

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Wildlife

We’ve seen a lot of wildlife on this trip. On our drives between Arizona, Utah and Nevada we’ve seen countless horses and cows grazing.

A few hundred feet from our hotel in Springdale, we saw an elk munching on some bushes on our way to dinner one night, and then three elks on our walk back from dinner last night. We got within a few feet of them and they caused quite a commotion being so close to the street (and tourists.)

At Zion we’ve seen dozens of rock squirrels (one was squawking like a bird) and they aren’t shy. There’s been lizards, butterflies, a wild turkey and quite a few doe and deer.

There are tiny black and white birds flying about. Paul and Big D saw a blue heron while on inner tubes floating down the river from Zion to Springdale. Unfortunately we haven’t seen any big horn sheep clinging to the mountainside.

Paul spotted a snake, several feet long. Glad I wasn’t there for that one.

We’ve seen some interesting plants on this trip too, including a few species of cacti, but no suaro.

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Hiking The Narrows

Today we slept in until 7:15 – it felt late after all the early morning starts we’ve had. We took a shuttle bus from our hotel to the Zion National Park entrance, and then another shuttle bus through the park until we reached the site of today’s hike — The Narrows.

The Narrows is the narrowest part of the canyon – basically a gorge. Many other hikers rented water boots with neoprene socks, and purchased $30 Zion branded walking sticks, but not us! We had our water shoes from home, plus four nature-made walking sticks Big D found in the woods behind the hotel’s property, so we were perfectly outfitted for the hike.

We walked on rocks, waded across the downstream flowing river in thigh-high water using the sticks to balance ourselves against the current. The forecast says high of 95 today, but the water is a crisp 50 degrees. A large portion of the hike has been in the shade, protected by the canyon on both sides. The brief moments of sunshine were refreshing and an opportunity to dry off / warm up.

Going up stream, I was the only one who fell in slipping off a rock and landing in water up to my shoulders. The cinch bag I was carrying contained our non-water shoes (flip flops) so not concerned about water damage. Pauls backpack carried our phones, water bottles and snacks in ziplock bags to ensure everything stayed dry. Paul lost his balance a few times going down stream, and Big D just enjoyed letting the current take him down river. Miss M remained balanced all day.

As we walked out of The Narrows to catch the shuttle bus, there were streams of people coming in. The best time to visit these sites is definitely first thing in the morning!

By 4:30pm we were back at the hotel ready for the pool and hot tub.

If I was going to do The Narrows again, I would wear old sneakers versus water shoes since the water shoes provided some protection from the rocks, but sneakers would have been sturdier. And I wouldn’t wear a bathing suit under my dry fit clothes — just the dry fit shorts would have been fine. Live and learn!

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Sunset ATVs

I think it’s a record – a third blog post in one day. We knew going into the trip that this would be a marathon day, and it didn’t disappoint.

We had lunch in Kanab UT at Wild Thyme Cafe and the food was excellent. Wish I took a pic of my curry dish.

We crossed back into Arizona and then back into Utah again, about 45 minutes outside of Zion National Park for our final stop of the day.

At Sandy Hollow State Park we met Rob from ATV & Jeep Tours for a four hour sunset drive through a protected section of the Mojave desert reserved for off road vehicles. Established in 2003, there was twenty thousand acres of sand dunes, hoodoos, and rugged terrain. It. Was. Awesome.

With Big D as my copilot, and Miss M riding with Paul, we diligently followed our guide who took us speeding over rocks and up and over sand dunes. We stopped a few times to take in the scenery — at one point the kids climbed the hoodoos, at another spot we could see as far as Arizona to the right and Nevada to the left.

At points it felt like we were exploring Mars. Miss M spotted two jack rabbits, Big D saw a lizard, and I’m happy that we’ve made it through the trip (so far) without seeing a snake. (Yay no snakes!)

Miss M loved today (with the exception of waking up early) and exclaimed she loved walking through Antelope Canyon but the ATVs were her favorite part of the trip.

Big D loved everything about today too, but it’s now 10pm and we’ve been on the go since 4:15am, so he’s exhausted!

In another 30 minutes, we’ll reach Springdale and can finally check into our hotel — tomorrow begins the fourth and final part of this summer adventure.

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Lower Antelope Canyon

Today, July 2, we took a tour of Antelope Canyon in Page, AZ. Antelope Canyon got its name from the pronghorn antelopes that once roamed the area, and was created by compacted sandstone. A single striation represented 60 years of the sandstone being compacted.

There are many slot canyons in the area, but this one is maintained by Navajos for visitors (ladder in and out of the canyon versus a rope; they clear out any snakes and mice in the morning, maintain a pathway through the canyon cleared of brush, etc.) Two Navajo companies own/manage Antelope Canyon, so we went with Ken’s Tour of the lower canyon which was great. Our guide, Roc, was very knowledgeable and knew the right settings for iPhones and digital SLRs to get nice pics.

It was so neat to walk through the canyon, looking at how the light accentuates the curvature of the stone.

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Sunrise at Horseshoe Bend

This morning we woke up at 4:25 to catch the sunrise over Horseshoe Bend at Glen Canyon national recreation area. The sunrise was pretty, but it didn’t rise over the canyon. The visitor viewing point faced horseshoe bend (west) and the sun rose over the plain to the east. So after the sun rose, we watched the colors of the rocks at horseshoe bend light up a pretty pink. To watch the sun light up all of horseshoe bend would take at least another hour, so we bailed.

Big D went back to bed while the rest of us had breakfast.

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Turning the Page

This afternoon we relaxed by the pool enjoying the sun and the hot tub. We took a break for a quick lunch, including another first for the kids – a trip to Walmart. For dinner, we went to Big Johns – a Texas style barbecue spot. They had live music outside and peanuts on every table! Paul enjoyed a rack of ribs, I had a pulled chicken sandwich, Big D got a pound of pulled pork plus a ceasar salad, and we all know how much Miss M likes meat, so she had a garden salad.

After dinner, Big D expressed that he has “meal fatigue” and wants to go back to Vegas for a wedge salad. We’ve had a lot of meat on this trip!

Each stop on this trip has been unique in its own way, and Page is no exception. The largest coal plant in the west is visible from most points in town, and if I read the local news correctly, it will be shutting down soon which will make a major impact on the local economy / jobs. It’s a young town, established in 1957, so it’s obvious a lot of thought went into the design. All of the hotels are grouped together, with a pristine green golf course across hotel row. And there is a row of churches — nine to be exact….Methodist, Catholic, Latter Day Saints, Baptist, Lutheran, you name it and it’s here (except Armenian.)

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Paddle boarding

This morning we went paddle boarding on Lake Powell. Thumbs up to Max from Lake Powell Paddleboarding who patiently taught some of us (me) the basics while giving space to more experienced borders (Miss M) and allowing energetic boys (Big D) to fall deliberately off the board into the cool water over and over again.

We had a 6am reservation which worked out perfectly – the canyon was serene and without the sun beating down on us yet, the weather was ideal.

Max told us that Antelope Creek is about two miles long, and we paddle boarded about halfway in. It’s about 450’ deep in the center.

We arrived back at the hotel just as they were putting away breakfast, so the timing worked out on that end as well.

Here’s a quick pic courtesy of my cell phone in a water proof case (in case I fell in!)

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Monument Valley

Yesterday we began the third leg of the trip – we left the Grand Canyon driving east through Navajo country before ending up at Monument Valley a few hours later, which is on the Utah / Arizona border.

I honestly don’t know how long it took us to drive there since all of our phones and the car said different times since Arizona doesn’t observe daylight savings, Utah is a different time zone and I think the American Indian properties are different as well. Plus cell phone towers on the Arizona and Utah border are in Utah which means even if you are in AZ your phone may think you are in Utah. Totally confusing.

In Arizona we stopped at a Native American road side stand that sold jerky, weapons and jewelry where Miss M bought two bracelets.

Lunch was at Sonic twenty minutes outside Monument Valley – the first for all of us after seeing their commercials on ESPN for years. Monument Valley was beautiful. We let Big D and Miss M climb in and out of a few ditches, but since rock climbing is prohibited we had to keep them at bay. Here’s a pic of the kids climbing in front of Spearhead Mesa.

Fifteen minutes north of Monument Valley (further into Utah) is an iconic spot from the movie Forest Gump where he stopped running across country. We tried to recreate the moment along with a dozen other tourists.

Ninety minutes later and we arrived at Page, AZ. Dinner and a dip in the pool capped off the day

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Exploring the Grand Canyon

Woke up early Saturday morning to get some hiking in before it got too hot. Before 8am we were heading down Bright Angel Trail, dodging piles of mule poop and geckos and flying bugs. By 9:15am Miss M and I were done; she had enough of the bugs and while I kept wanting to walk down, I was concerned about how strenuous it would be to hike back up. Along the trail we met hikers on their way back up the canyon after spending the night at the bottom, and a couple introduced us to eating fresh currants. Paul and Big D returned to the rim 90 minutes later having made it down to the layer where the rocks turn red.

After a brief ice cream and water break, we hopped on the bus to explore other viewpoints. Powell Point which gave a view of Bright Angel Trail, The Abyss, Mohave Point, and then we walked two miles from Monument Creek Vista to Pima Point before ending at the most western point on the shuttle bus route, Hermit Trailhead. We loved the walk from Monument Creek Vista to Pima Point — no people, no buses, just quiet.

By 3:30pm we were back in the room to relax, but shortly afterwards Paul and I took off in the car for Desert View. Thirty minutes later and we reached the Desert View watchtower with gorgeous views across the canyon. The national park look out points outside of the tourist-accessible shuttle bus stops were really lovely, especially as the sun began to set turning the canyon into a beautiful pink.

Dinner tonight was at the Yavapai Lodge. All week we’ve had mediocre meals (except for our last day in Vegas and the diner in Kingston.) Miss M remarked earlier in the week that this summer she wasn’t going to eat well, between all the crappy meals on this trip and sleep away camp dining. She’s longing for meals of past summers in Italy, France and Spain.

At night, Paul and Big D caught the last night of the Grand Canyon’s star party, one of the activities held in celebration of the canyons 100 year anniversary as a national park. There were astronomers giving talks and telescopes set up to enjoy the night sky. They could see flickers of light in the canyon from campers.

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Hoover Dam, Route 66, and Grand Canyon

Early Friday morning we left Las Vegas and began the second leg of our trip. The scenery changed dramatically as we headed to Boulder City. Big D remarked on the color of the soil, how much he loves palm trees, the juxtaposition between “Boot Barn” and “Foot Locker”, the sand dunes, how he’d love to climb the mountains, and more.

We had an excellent tour guide at the Hoover Dam (I didn’t take pics) and by 11:30 we were on the road again.

For an hour the scenery was beautiful – red rocks and desert. Cows baking in the sun and the occasional home or broken down vehicle. We stopped for brunch along Route 66 at Rutherford’s family diner in Kingston. If you are ever in the area, it’s worth a stop! (See pic of my huevos rancheros.)

After Kingston, the scenery changed as we went higher in elevation. Greenery dotted the mountains followed by dense pine trees. We took another pit stop in Williams (again Route 66) to stock up on snacks and gas before making our way to the South rim of the Grand Canyon.

Right before entering the park, we spotted a moose at the side of the road. We slowed to catch a closer look and the moose stood up and walked behind the car crossing the street. It was then followed by a second moose! (Or maybe they were elk?)

We entered the park and saw dozens of deer at the side of the road as well.

By 6pm we had checked into the hotel and made our way to the South rim to take in the beautiful view. Just seeing the view from the visitor center as the sun was beginning to set was breathtaking.

We then took the shuttle bus that travels along the rim to Hopi Point to watch the sunset which was beautiful.

Once it got dark, we hopped on the shuttle back to the lodge for a quick cafeteria style dinner and called it a night!

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Leaving Las Vegas

Today we all slept in. In the morning I joined Paul at the expo center at the convention while the kids were on their own for breakfast and went to the pool. We spent the entire day at the pool, moving from the Delano pool, to a grotto at Mandalay Bay, to the lazy river, back to the grotto, with multiple stops at the hot tub.

We spent the evening shopping at some of the mall stores, and grabbing a bite to eat.

A pretty uneventful day. We’re ready to leave Vegas, the kids perfectly content to watch TV in the hotel room and forgo exploring more hotels. We’re done and ready to get started on the next part of this adventure.

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Viva Las Vegas

After spending the day at the pool, we explored part of the Vegas strip: Luxor, Excalibur, NY NY, popping in and out of stores and casinos and hotels. The kids ate at their first Hard Rock Cafe and we capped the night with a ride on the coaster atop the NY NY hotel.

Spent the next day by the pool and the night exploring the other end of the strip. Tried to see the white tigers at Mirage but missed the last entrance. The volcano doesn’t erupt til 8p and we had other plans, so we explored other hotels. The kids were both amused and disgusted by the Venetian and Cesar’s Palace. Walked through the Forum Shops, food courts and watched the fountain show outside The Bellagio a few times. To end the night, we enjoyed a performance of the Cirque du Soleil show O. It was amazing!

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Summer 2019

Yesterday we began our annual summer holiday – 12 days in Nevada, Arizona and Utah. It’s the first time west of the Mississippi for the kids, and their first time on JetBlue (they loved the movies on demand and access to live TV, and the fact that Logan terminal C had banners of all the Boston championships).

One hour in Vegas and Big D was commenting on all the smells — the airport, the taxi, the hotel. A medley of cigarette smoke, cigars, cleaning supplies and also forced sweet fragrances to mask the ugly. Miss M commented on the pervasiveness of alcohol and the crowds of people. People walking out of hotel elevators with beers in hand, stands which look like they sell kids slushees but they are really frozen alcoholic drink dispensers — people everywhere drinking.

We intended to stay at Mandalay Bay but they upgraded to the new Delano hotel — all suites which meant more space, two bathrooms and a view of the city sprawl, mountains in the distance, and new stadium being built for the LA Raiders.

The next morning, Paul headed to his conference and we hit Mandalay Bay’s wave pool and lazy river. It reached 102 today, but it was tolerable, especially in the early afternoon when there were clouds and a lot of wind. Seating poolside with an umbrella is only available for an additional $150/day so without shade I wasn’t sure how long we’d last! After 7 hours of swimming the kids were done and we called it a day!

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Final day in Puglia

It’s our last full day in the region of Puglia, and of this latest Italian adventure.

We began with breakfast of croissants from Dentoni, melon, figs from Fabrizio’s family’s farm, and cappuccinos. Big D also had a bowl of cereal and toast with jam. Fabrizio’s mother gave us a container of figs for the beach and we gifted her one of the huge Amalfi lemons Antonella gave us earlier in the trip. We enjoyed the other Amalfi lemon from Antonella when we were in Alberobello.

We spent the day at the i Carabei beach club again, dancing in the water with the instructors and 100+ other Italians, participating in games on the beach, and relaxing in the sun. Fabrizio and his girlfriend were also at the beach, so we discussed their dreams for a holiday in the U.S..

Our final dinner of the trip was at Bakè, where the speciality is spaghetti alla scolie (spaghetti with mussels, octopus, calamari, langostines, sepia and shrimp) prepared in a big pan. Miss M enjoyed the mussels and shrimp, even the pasta in the fishy sauce. Big D had spaghetti with butter.

We did a final passagiata over to Dentoni for gelato (Nutella freddo, caffe, fiore di latte, hazelnut, dark chocolate) and picked up some croissants to have on our early morning flight. We then went to a festival happening in the plaza two blocks from our B&B with local vendors selling meats, cheeses, lotions, honey, jams and taralle. There was live jazz and people strolling about with glasses of wine and beer.

I’ll now pass the pen to Paul to wrap up this blogpost:

We’ve mentioned our host here, Fabrizio. He is only the final example of how incredibly diverse and unconventional the Italian people are. I arrived reading a book called “The Italians” by John Hooper. Karen is reading it now. One of the themes of the book is that things do not always appear as they seem in Italy. The idea of a certain Italian look, or attire, or music, isn’t necessarily what you might think before you come here. We have experienced so many examples from the beach music going from Italian pop to Led Zeppelin to American pop to Elvis and The Beach Boys. The Blues Brothers is the all-time favorite movie of Carlo Spada from Pico. Long trunks or banana hammock, fully tatted or impeccably dressed, loud and boisterous or serene and pensive, Italians come in all shapes and sizes (see pic of Fabrizio), just like the rest of us. What makes them special might be their unique zest for life and all it offers. It was a joy to experience it again.

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Throwback Thursday: Pico

It has been over three weeks since I touched down in Italy for the 6th(!) time. I arrived 4 days ahead of Karen and the kids and spent my time in Pico, the town that my great grandparents (my maternal grandmother’s parents) were born in.

I stayed at Nenà al Borgo Castello, a bed and breakfast owned and run by Carlo Spada. I met Carlo by chance when my family and I stopped by Pico six years ago, just to see it. What we discovered that day, and what prompted me to return, was that Pico has a gorgeous medieval borgo, perched on a hill and nestled among the Monti Aurunci, a regional park area. It is beautiful.

In theory, part of the motivation to go to Pico was anchored in looking at the past…..to see if I could uncover any more information about my great grandparents and if we had any remaining relatives. In reality, this visit became a testament of enjoying the moment, the here and now, and (maybe) the future. Through Carlo I met many people and made friends. I also enjoyed the company of friends who lived in Belmont (Big D and their son were soccer teammates. They have since returned to Rome, but vacation at Formia, about a 40 minute drive from Pico).

I spent my first night out with Carlo and my now friend Raffaella. I promised Carlo I’d keep it secret, but basically we went a few towns away and ate one of the best pizzas I’ve ever had, made by one of the best pizzaiolos in all of Italy, whom I also got to meet.

The next day I spent the morning in Pico, at the comune and at the cemetery. At the cemetery I was trying to find the graves of my great-great grandparents. I know only their names and surnames. The thing is, there are so many common surnames in Pico. My great grandmother’s surname “Carnevale” is as common in Pico as “Smith” is in the US. In fact I found as many as eight “Maria Domenica Carnevale’s” with different birth and death dates. Of course, my great grandmother is buried in Rhode Island, so that didn’t really help. I was, and continue to be, convinced that my great-great grandparents must be there, but alas I didn’t find them. There are a number of unmarked spots. However, it was a rewarding experience nonetheless. I then explored Sperlonga, a beautiful beach town north of Gaeta, im the afternoon. The drive there, through the Aurunci mountains, was spectacular. That night I went to dinner with my friends from Belmont and their children in Gaeta.

The next day, I had a choice: explore some more of the surrounding area or stay all day for the 40th annual “Rally di Pico”. I say “all or none” because the Rally is a timed car race and the streets would be closed all day and night. It was an easy choice, especially when Raffaella invited Carlo and I to her apartment which has two balconies overlooking the main road and a 150 degree corner that the cars would zip around. I met many of Raffaella’s relatives and friends and it was a lot of fun. After one of the best porchetta sandwiches for dinner, I watched more of the Rally and made even more friends.

On Sunday, I returned to Formia and spent the day with my Belmont friends and some of their friends and family. Formia is known for wind surfing and Luca taught me the basics. I was able to get on the board, steer a bit, and even make a turn!

After some pizza for dinner, i joined Carlo for a few drinks at the Castle Pub. The pub is owned by 2 sisters and only opens seasonally. It is a charming spot, at the very top of the borgo and adjacent, appropriately, to the Castello. It was a perfect spot to end my stay, in the company of my friend and the land of my ancestors.

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Sounds of Puglia

While Puglia has been a feast for the senses, there’s definitely been a lot that’s made our ears perk up this leg of the trip:

If there’s one word Miss M and I have heard a lot on this trip, it’s “allora” which means “and then” or “so then.” (Pronounced ah-LORE-ah.) Whether it’s the event hosts at the various evening festivals, a child playing at the beach, or our B&B hit, it is used ALL the time. It’s not unique to Puglia, but it is a very lyrical sounding word. Miss M and I chuckle every time we hear it.

We hear seccadas in this part of Italy. Paul said they were almost deafening in Pico. And then there’s the rustling in the bushes from the geckos. Occasionally we see them running up or down the stone walls.

We’ve seen Fabrizio’s parents a few times at the B&B. His mother always comments (in Italian) how beautifully bronze our children are. Miss M and Big D were already very tan after being at sleep away camp for two weeks before this trip. After almost three weeks in Italy they are even darker. Their dark skin even sticks out on the Italian beaches, which says a lot. Fabrizio’s mother also greets us with “Salve!” (Hello) which makes Miss M smile since she knows the greeting from Latin class.

At the beach, there is the distinct sound of people blowing up inflatable air mattresses and floatation devices. And in the towns at dusk we hear birds chirping and flying about, similar to the hundreds of birds I remember from our trip to Siena years ago.

Whether it’s the radio or at the beach club, we’ve heard a lot of 80s and 90s tunes redone in English, with a voice that reminds me of Suzanne Vega or slow jazz renditions. There was an interesting remake of Phil Collins’ In the Air Tonight. And we’ve heard a lot of Lenny Kravitz’s Low.

The music at the beach club is eclectic too. This morning the DJ played Depeche Mode’s Can’t Get Enough (pronounced Can’t Get A-no”), an Italian pop song in English, then AC/DC’s Thunderstruck (pronounced Ah-C-D), then Led Zepplin. Then calisthenics in the water led by some of the beach club crew to more Italian pop. I’ve been Shazaming a lot. After 5pm the music turned to American classics from the 1950s.

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