- Fizzy Thoughts: Italy Trip: Day Twenty-five

Italy Trip: Day Twenty-five

Sunday, October 07, 2007

9/22/07

Off to Verona. We made the drive in a little more than one hour. We even filled up the car (and with diesel this time!). Despite lousy directions and a few unidentified streets we managed to find Avis and return the car. Sue and Lance left for the train station to leave for Milan and mom and I took a taxi to the Hotel Torcolo, just off the Piazza Bra in the old part of town. We checked in and then headed for lunch at one of the places recommended by the hotel owner, Liston (that's the name of the restaurant, not the hotel owner). I had risotto with red chicory and wine - it was a beautiful purple color and delicious. Mom had an equally delicious Gorgonzola pizza. It was one of our better lunches.


After lunch we set off with a map to walk the old city. Almost the same walk we did the next day, so I'll skip the details. The only exception was Juliet's balcony (as in Romeo and Juliet), which we took lots of pictures of for my Auntie Frankie. Juliet's house is the actual site of a house owned by the Capello family, and where Shakespeare supposedly took the name Capulet from. The balcony was added in the 1920s for tourist purposes, but that doesn't stop everyone. The place was full of tourists, tourists on the balcony, tourists groping Juliet's breast (see how shiny it is? it's supposed to bring you a lover if you rub it),and tourists leaving love notes in the form of graffiti. We pretty much just took our pictures and beat a quick retreat.



Later, we went to dinner at Greppia. The tables were all booked for reservations, so it's quite a popular place. We didn't order the regional specialty, horse meat. We stuck to pasta, instead. And oh, was it good. I had spinach and cheese ravioli in a creamy tomato sauce. Mom had a plate with three different pastas, the ravioli, pesto and gnocchi. We shared caramel cake for dessert...it was good, too, but very sweet. There were two older men next to us. One asked if we were from the US...when I said yes, he said they were from Sicily. Then he added mafia and cracked himself up. He kept chatting to me in Italian and English and I couldn't figure out what he was trying to say. Maybe that's a good thing.

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