Mamma Mia, Papa Mafioso!

Strange title right? Well not so much, this phrase “Mamma Mia, Papa Mafioso!” is a direct result of being in a foreign land – Italy and wanting to communicate in the local language – Italian without any formal education, stringing together a sentence with the few Italian words that are common knowledge. In Italian “Mamma Mia” literally means “my mother’’ but it is used as an exclamation synonymous with the English “wow” “oh my God” “oh my” “oh man” “oh boy” and the Hindi “wah” “hey bhagwan” “baap re baap” and Mafioso is the adjective of the noun Mafia denoting one from the Mafia or more generally a crook. You will have to wait to hear the anecdote behind this because this post is actually about learning a foreign language to enhance your travel experience in that foreign land.

Yes English can get you by in most countries but can you really get to the pulse of a non English speaking country by communicating in it – NO. So why not learn the language?

The advantages of learning a foreign language are innumerable. Yes it is believed that learning a second language protects against Alzheimer’s which is reason enough but if this doesn’t convince you there are plenty of others.

If you are a traveller at heart but still have not gathered the means to travel abroad, learning a foreign language gives you the means of travelling to that land through your lessons while sitting in your own country. All foreign languages are taught with an emphasis on the country’s culture so you are transported for the duration of the lesson and even thereafter as your curiosity is piqued and you will find yourself googling facts, people, history and places in your free time.

Those who have the benefit of studying at the language classes conducted at the Embassies of these countries can also get the thrill of technically being in those countries for the duration of the classes.

These Embassy Institutes and Cultural Centres hold numerous cultural programmes that give you a chance to appreciate their art, music, dance and culture. To be noted, these cultural programmes are, more often than not, free and open to the public so even if you do not have the time yet, to attend the classes, you can just follow their pages on Social Media to keep abreast with the happenings and attend the programmes irrespective. Sometimes you may also get treated to a nice glass of wine and hors d’oeuvre (a small savoury dish, typically one served as an appetizer) but please let that not be your only reason to attend the programmes and don’t attack the food and drink, as I have often seen happen, be good ambassador for your own country. Where these Embassies have restaurants or cafes you get a taste of the food, often at subsidised prices.

For those that do start taking the classes there is much incentive to working hard at the language. Especially for those that have limited means but a passion to travel abroad. Most foreign language teaching institutions offer scholarships for meritorious students for courses at Universities in their countries. These are typically for a month and may not cover all the expenses and the airfare but the tuition is invariably covered and depending on which language you learn you are given some sort of a stipend. Given that these Universities have subsidised meals at their canteens and you can easily find shared accommodation even a meagre stipend can go far. Some of these Universities give you the added bonus of taking you for complimentary sightseeing to other towns and cities over the weekends saving you from spending for transport and the entrance fee to the monuments. So if you have some pocket money or had a part time job that you have saved up from you can benefit hugely from such a scholarship, add a couple of weeks to your trip and backpack to see more of the country, thereby having an opportunity to further improve your command over the language. The Visa fee for these scholarship incumbents is often waived by the Embassy so you save there as well.

Studying a foreign language upto the level of being able to converse in it brings a whole new dimension to travelling in that country. Your interaction is now, not limited to conversations sometimes in broken English at Tourist Information kiosks, Hotel Receptions and the like. You now have the ability to ask for directions from a local, interact with people learn about them and tell them about your country and culture. Over the years, I have found speaking the local language as such a useful tool in disabusing people of their notions about my country, people are brimming with curiosity without any means for assuaging it, come on the picture and where the next half an hour goes is a mystery. Wouldn’t you like to sit at a café and pick up a spontaneous conversation with your server or the table adjoining you to get leads on things locals do and places to visit off the beaten track.

Then there is the advantage of speaking a foreign language when you are not in that country. Let’s say you speak fluent English and Korean, you are travelling in England you come across a Korean who is having trouble communicating, viola! you become the translator and your knowledge has been put to good use, you have helped a harassed tourist, done your good deed for the day and brought kudos to your own country.

If, you cannot find the time to attend formal classes and want to learn a language from the comfort of your home there are paid online courses for a host of languages. There are also plenty of free online courses if you browse the internet. I have enjoyed learning German for free on the Deutsch Academie website in advance of a trip to Austria and put it to good use. I recollect one Taxi driver who would often ferry us between our resort in Gossl and Bad Aussee who spoke English but always insisted on chatting with me in German to help me practise mine.

I will also address the notion a lot of people have that they simply can’t learn a foreign language, a notion I do not agree with. At least give it a try. You can always drop out if it is too difficult, who knows maybe in the process of attending those classes you will make like minded friends who come from walks of life you otherwise do not come in contact with and maybe even meet the love of your life.

Is age a criterion in learning a language? Not if the people who I have studied with are the proof. I have found people from the 50s right upto their 80s in the classes I have attended, the younger of these with full time jobs and familial responsibilities having no problem in learning the language. I found them to be more committed than my younger colleagues and I was grateful for the knowledge, experience and wisdom they brought into my life

Does learning the language bring stress to a life already burdened by work pressure and family commitments? I would say no, if anything the classes are a de-stressor, a way of escaping be it may for a couple of hours over the weekend. Can people with onerous jobs and professions do justice to a language? Why not? Such people have reached positions of responsibility by leading an organised, hardworking life. They have to drink, eat, wash, talk etc. it just takes a split second to dwell upon the words for the actions in our daily life in the foreign language we are learning and we have built a vocabulary, where stuck you quickly refer to an app on your phone and refresh your memory.

Learning a language with your partner can be a very fulfilling experience. Maybe you never had a classroom romance; here is a chance to have one with your own partner and if you had had a classroom courtship then it’s your chance to relive it. You get to spend time with each other away from your natural habitat, this could get rid of any indifference that has crept into your relationship, attending classes could give you common ground where common ground has been lost because you both have been in particular roles all your time together and some of those roles don’t exist anymore, for example your children have grown up and left the home or you have retired and find yourself at odds with yourself or each other. You will both have a sense of achievement for yourself and your partner and where one is better than the other a beloved tutor to help you out. A code language to communicate in and to whisper sweet endearments cara mia, mon amour, liebchen…

If you are a perfectionist then you will find time and make the effort to learn correctly, not for the marks as you would have done in your younger days but for your pride. If you are not, no problem, when you speak a foreign language no one is judging and if you make a blunder you may just get some strange looks or guffaws but nothing worse. For example, this English speaking lady once recounted to me that the entire month she travelled in Italy, eating at a restaurant almost twice a day she would confidently ask for ‘lo sconto per favore’ meaning to ask for the cash receipt, realising only after saying this about 50 times that she had been asking for a discount (lo sconto) rather than for the receipt (lo scontrino) and thus been subjected to some strange looks and demurs. My advise after a meal in a restaurant in Italy please ask for the “Bill please” – “Il conto per favore”!

And if you really put your foot in it, so what, you still couldn’t do worse than my mother’s “Mamma Mia, Papa Mafioso“ which she blurted out giving us momentary anxiety but an unforgettable adventure to laugh about for years to come.

My mother and I were at a restaurant in Agrigento, Sicily, Italy, she in a Sari, I on the other hand was dressed like any European. We had found the restaurant thanks to our guide book and had enjoyed a fantastic meal. When we asked for the “Bill” from the Major Domo / Maître d’/ Head Waiter he stopped for a chat. He asked if we were friends, annoying me as we were often asked this question and it never dwelled upon me that it could be that my mother looked much younger and not that I looked older, as I always took it. My mother responded that we were mother and daughter; he looked at us in utter disbelief and said ‘No impossibile’. A reaction we were accustomed to, especially from foreigners, my mother being of a more wheatish complexion to my sun kissed peaches and cream, we would often nonplus those who stereotyped skin colour based on nationality. My mother tried to explain that we come from a huge country with various different skin colours going from the palest white to the darkest brown but to no avail, he would have nothing of it. Finally my mother trying wittily, exclaimed “Mamma Mia, Papa Mafioso” meaning to say she is my mother and my father is from the Mafia, thinking that this should put an end to the inquisition. By now the other tables were also intent on our conversation and my mother’s makeshift Italian reverberated in the restaurant, pin drop silence ensued, images of scenes from the Godfather where real Mafiosos pulled out their guns at being slighted came to my mind. I whispered to my mother aghast “What have you said? Let’s run!” she replied matter of fact and fearless “We haven’t paid yet”. After a pause that felt like aeons my mother bravely renewed her request for the bill, the waiter remained deadpan but withdrew only to return with four other waiters, but thankfully not with a weapon, as my imaginative mind expected but with a bottle of Limoncello, a typical Italian liqueur made from lemons which I had hitherto never imbibed and pointed us out to the waiters repeating mother’s phrase, they and the other diners burst out laughing he toasted us with the Limoncello repeating “Mamma Mia, Papa Mafioso” still unable to get over the sheer cheek or wit of it.

My Fiat 500 Diary – Padova to Prags

Perugia to Padova having been covered in my Fiat 500  the day before, my partner and I woke up in Padova, on the morning of Monday the 2nd of October, 2017, rested and bursting with anticipation as we were headed to the mountains – the Dolomites, le montagne dolomiti in Italian. We had a quick breakfast at the Hotel and were on the road by 8am. There was only a 200km ride between Padova and Prags, where we would lay our heads down for the night but we wanted to ensure an unhurried joy ride up the mountains and ample time to stop at the passes that we had planned to traverse.

We drove due north from Hotel Garibaldi, Padova via Borgoricco to Castelfranco Veneto and picked up the SP (Strada Provinciale) 667, a provincial strada – road, till Cornuda, in the province of Treviso where we took the SR (Strada Regionale) 348, a regional road that spans the provinces of Treviso and Feltre in the Veneto region of Italy. The scenery was unremarkable thus far, suburban homes and industrial zones, aesthetic relief was provided by the occasional pretty church and ornate cemetery. We had driven 40kms, when the foothills of the Dolomites started teasing at the horizon, the thrill was on. With the mountain climb imminent we made a quick pit stop at Le Rive Autoristogrill, our conditioning prompting us to top up the petrol as a precaution against any infrequency of gas stations later.

Now driving on the SP 1 the river Piave our companion, we crossed the river at Villapiana, turning right at Busche to follow the SR 36 onto the SP 12 and eventually to the SR 203 crossing the pretty Lago di Alleghe on our left, past Caprile, where we took the winding SP 20 to Selva di Cadore. From Selva di Cadore which is at an elevation of 1350 mts. we took the SP 638 up to the Giau Pass at 2236 mts. The distance only about 10kms, but an enthralling visual feast.

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Lago di Alleghe

The drive took us past pine forests interspersed with green meadows, the regal grey Dolomite peaks starting to dominate the skyline. As we drove higher the proof of autumn was upon us and soon there were clumps of trees that had decided to precede their verdant neighbours in donning their fall attire, much to our delight.

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The pockets of fall colours

Driving through tunnels the landscape became more barren the green giving way to the brown and the brown eventually to the majestic grey swathed in white cloud at Giau Pass.

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The Giau Pass

You can see the Refugio Fedare (refugio is a mountain hut/refuge) in the photo above, you can walk up to it for a snack, meal or a stay. Walking enthusiasts can head further up to Refugio Nuvolao, the oldest refuge in the Dolomites, located atop the flat Nuvola peak, stay overnight and continue ahead for the various treks or mountain climbs available in the Dolomites, booking accommodation in advance at the refuges is a must. This aside about more strenuous pursuits is for your benefit, it was not on our agenda. We were out to enjoy the solemn beauty of the Dolomites from the comfort of our beloved Cinquecento and we stopped admired and drove on, on the SP 638 till Pocol from where we headed west on the SR 48 towards Passo Falzarego.

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The SP 638 a Bikers delight

From Pian di Falzarego we took the SP 24 north towards the Badia Valley in the autonomous Italian province of Trentino. The landscape turning rather otherworldly, grey and white boulders, strewn across the now  flat mountain top.

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Pian di Falzarego

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The otherworldly experience

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The Badia Valley down below

The SP 24 becomes the SP 37 when you cross the border between Veneto and Trentino – South Tyrol and as you enter the Badia Valley you are treated to a heavenly display of colour, the lush green meadows, the trees green-yellow-red, the brown wooden chalets, and the  more basic wood and stone baita, proudly embellished with flower boxes, with red, yellow, white, lilac or purple flowers dancing in the wind. It is a view that runs on loop in my mind’s eye!

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The Badia Valley 

Hunger pangs caught up with us at about 2.40pm, we were too late to find a restaurant as in Italy they generally stop lunch service at 3pm and in Trentino, the Austrian culture coming into play they usually stop even earlier. While driving through the beautiful commune of La Villa in Badia, we spotted the Bar Pizzeria Ariston and turned into its parking. We ordered a Capricciosa, a pizza topped with Artichokes, Mushrooms, Pepperoni and Ham, its range of colours and flavours mirroring those from nature we had just witnessed. We sat out and gazed at the beautiful flower lined building opposite us and the rolling green hills beyond it, with the Dolomites towering above and savoured our delicious pizza.

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Pizza Capricciosa

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The View from Bar Ariston

Lunch over, refreshed and sustained we drove on. Next stop was at the nearby Despar Supermarket in La Villa, the next few days we were going to be in a self catering apartment, we had just another 45kms to go before we reached our temporary home so it made sense to stock up on wine, meat, fruit and vegetables. We already knew from the reviews that we had read of the apartment, that in all likelihood our hosts would be providing milk bread and eggs for the duration of our stay.

The ensuing drive, now on the SR 244, through the stunning valley left us spellbound my hand cramping from all the photos that I was taking along the route. Pretty little villages winked at us from the surroundings their proud church spires rising above as if in competition with the mountains in their backdrop. At Floronzo we turned right heading east on the SS (Strata Statale) 49.

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Floronzo, South Tyrol, Italy

By 4.45pm our trusted Tomtom had brought us easily to the doorstep of Apartments Jagerhof, in the municipality of Prags in the province of South Tyrol in Trentino. Booked in advance via Booking.com this was going to be home for the next three nights

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Apartments Jagerhof on the left

A beautiful Apartment on the Second Floor of the building with a fully equipped kitchen, including dishwasher and a washing machine just outside the entrance to the apartment to be shared with the one other apartment on the floor.

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The Apartment

The next two days are devoted to this region of South Tyrol, join us for a walk around Lake Braies, Lago di Braies (in Italian), Pragser Wildsee in German and a pilgrimage to the Tre Cime – Three Peaks, where we meet a young local who kindly recounts the history of this autonomous region of Italy, which I will share with you.

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Lake Braies 

 

My Fiat 500 Diary – Perugia to Padova

This Diary, which I will bring to you in parts, is an account of my three week adventure in a Fiat 500 car in Italy in October 2017, retold from an audio and visual diary maintained during the road trip.

In August 2016 I suggested to my partner that we study Italian. He was hesitant, bilingual since childhood, but unlike I, who had studied both French and Portuguese, he had never studied a foreign language and felt it was not his cup of tea. I seduced him with the prospect of a classroom romance, with me, of course, and a romantic code language for us and he was sold.

We took weekend classes at our local Istituto Italiano di Cultura and our love for the language and the culture began to grow. Contrary to his belief, my partner picked up the language with ease and studied with much gusto, all the while casually flirting with me. Incidentally the word gusto’s origin is Italian and in Italian it means taste, and Italy Is all about taste isn’t it. We became ardent Italophiles, feeling more at home in Italy than at home.

In this backdrop I come to the Fiat 500 car or the Cinquecento (five hundred in Italian) as it is fondly called in Italy, being one of the icons of Italy we decided that we must do a road trip in it. The road trip was to begin in Perugia, Umbria.

We booked a car through Economycarrentals, a site we had used before and were satisfied with, there never having had any problems with the booking and the terms, never having had any hidden charges foisted on us. As you know, when you book a rental car, you book a category so our booking said ‘Fiat 500 Automatic or similar’, there was no guarantee we would get a Fiat 500, but when choosing the service provider we had opted for ‘Sicily by Car’ having researched through reviews etc. that they did actually have a fleet of Fiat 500s.

Perugia is a lovely Italian hill town. It is the capital of the region of Umbria, Tuscany’s neighbour to the east. It is famous for its universities the University of Perugia and the University for Foreigners which since 1921 teaches Italian language and Italian culture to foreign students. It is easy to navigate as there are escalators on three sides of it, which reduce the trudging up and down hills entailed in other hill towns and the  Minimetro that is burrowed into the hill connects the train station, which has direct trains from Rome, to the upper town. To get to Perugia from Rome there is also the cheap and comfortable option of Flixbus which stops close to the Pian di Massiano stop of the Minimetro.

Perugia has a perfectly preserved Centro Storico or Historical City Center and numerous restaurants to savour Umbrian cuisine. It is well connected to other towns in Umbria by train and by bus and makes for a good base to visit Assisi, Spello, Arezzo, Corciano, Lago di Trasimeno, Fogliano by public transport. The students make the town vibrant and rather noisy till late at night over weekends.

We reached the Sicily by Car office in Perugia on the morning of 30th September, 2017 and were ecstatic on getting our Fiat 500, one because we wanted an iconic road trip and two because a compact car is a boon to navigate the narrow roads of Italian towns and villages. The Fiat 500 is a two-door car, which, there being just the two of us, was not a problem, the boot is small, you can fit in one cabin luggage size suitcase and one medium, the rear seat of the car, if there are no passengers, provides ample space do dump stuff. The car looks small but even with our longer than average limbs and ample proportions we felt no discomfort getting in or out of the car, nor did we feel cramped for leg space even during long journeys. We carry our own Tomtom, satellite navigation device as this not only saves on the additional rent entailed in hiring one from the car rental company but also enables us to pre-programme the addresses and avoids the feeling of having a new stranger to adjust to on every trip. We were headed to the Dolomite mountains due north of Perugia, with our first night stop planned at Monselice, a village which was chosen because it had a reasonably priced hotel with good reviews, just off the highway.

We enjoy the countryside so avoided the fastest route via the Autostrada-Highway which would have taken us west to Florence and then north and instead took the Strada Statale-State Highway via Lake Trasimeno, Arezzo and Ferrara to Monselice a total distance of about 350 kms. It was a sunny day yet cool and we were in our element. We listened to great music on the radio, parroting the presenters to improve our pronunciation watched the rolling countryside and vineyards go by and felt we were in Utopia.

We first drove along Lago di Trasimeno or Lake Trasimeno which is where Umbria meets Tuscany, a beautiful lake with several pretty towns, each with its own hill fort, dotting its shores. There are three islands in the Lake and a boat ride from Passignano sul Trasimeno to Isola Maggiore, the biggest island, a steep yet satisfying hike up to the beautiful 15th Century church and a peaceful amble back admiring the fauna and the twinkling blue waters of the lake, stopping to savour your tasty picnic lunch makes for a wonderful day trip in itself. Or, go to the island and come back for a delicious and beautifully plated meal at Ristorante B43, as we had done on an earlier date via train from Perugia.

Next we drove past Arezzo, a town made famous worldwide by Roberto Benigni’s epic film La Vita è Bella – Life is Beautiful. Arezzo for a lazy or tired traveler has the added advantage of not requiring any uphill treks other than the gentle slope of the Piazza Grande-the main square. Also, a town where we ate very well, the Pizza al Taglio, or the pizza by weight, from the Pizzeria del Corso on Corso Italia is the best we have ever tasted in Italy. There are also good slow food restaurants I must mention the Trattoria Saraceno where we have on an earlier trip had delicious meals.

Trasimeno and Arezzo, had been visited by us earlier so today we stopped at Ferrara in the region of Emilia-Romagna for a late lunch. Thanks to the Tomtom we located a Parking at a comfortable walking distance from the town center, got a two-hour pre-paid parking ticket from the machine, displayed it on the dashboard and pranced off to visit this new town. Another reluctant walker’s delight, no steep climbing necessary, a wonderful town square with the ubiquitous Pizza al Taglio shops in the many lanes that run off the town square for a quick lunch or a snack, the beautiful 12th Century Duomo-Cathedral, with its three-layered marble façade admired within and without, we stopped to pick-up gelato or ice-cream as we mere mortals call it and got back to our car and drove off towards Monselice in the Veneto region.

Such is the wonder of Italy that we knew in advance that even poor Monselice, chosen only because of its proximity to the Highway would have some treasures in store for us, we were not disappointed. A quick check-in done at the Hotel Blue Dream, booked well in advance without any pre-payment through Booking.com, town map in tow, we left our car at the hotel, crossed the highway and walked into Monselice, a quiet town, well worth a visit, it was getting dark so we did not climb up to the Rocca-Fortress or to the Seven Churches instead we roamed the town center, admired the shop windows, observed from a café in the Piazza Mazzini the gentle rhythm of the towns people winding up their shops, heading home and figuring out dinner from and then proceeded to have yet another fantastic meal with excellent local food, wine and cheese at Kairòs Wine & Food and took a leisurely stroll back to our Hotel and fell asleep pleasantly tired and satiated to the beat of the DJ playing at a wedding function taking place at the Hotel.

We woke up early the next morning, had a sumptuous breakfast and headed off to Padova, which was only a stone’s throw away. We had chosen Hotel Garibaldi on the outskirts with a bus stop out front so we could leave our car parked in the free hotel parking and head to Padova center by bus, to avoid the tension that ensues in driving through a busy city center, however this was not to be, it being a Sunday there was no bus service, this is often the case in Italy. The weather was inclement, the car beckoned. Not wanting our spirit to be dampened and emboldened by our previous day’s hassle-free parking in Ferrara, after briefly considering taking a Taxi into the Padova city center, we let Tomtom lead us to a huge parking lot just a 200 mt. walk from Padova’s mammoth square, aptly named Prato della Valle – Meadow of the Valley measuring 90,000 Sq. Mts. It is the largest square in Italy, and one of the largest in Europe. It is like a solar system with an elliptical orbit, the people circulating around it on foot or cycles the planets, cars are not permitted, the park in the center the sun, which everyone eventually gravitates towards. One can, I guess on a sunny day just spend hours lounging around the park. We had the added attraction of a fair being underway. We walked around with the locals admiring the stalls having a chiacchierata-chat here and a merendina– snack, there. We then strolled raincoat hoods up, in silent bonhomie, to the Basilica of St. Antony, where we were blessed to see a discretion of priests, resplendent in their clerical formal wear of red, white and black, walking in ceremonial configuration in the preparation of Sunday Mass.

We stepped out of the Basilica and continued our meandering through the city, a city of numerous beautiful shop lined squares. In Piazza delle Erbe we chanced upon a group of hospital employees preparing fresh gnocchi, a pasta, to sell and raise funds for the Hospital. Gnocchi literally meaning ‘lumps’ in Italian, it is made from potatoes and flour, we had found lunch, we opted to have it with Bolognese sauce. It was piping hot and scrumptious and the steps around the fountain were put to use for wonderful al fresco dining, the rain giving welcome respite. The lunching locals sitting around this public dining room chatted amiably and lunch done at an economical 8€ a piece we wandered off in search of our daily dose of gelato.

We walked ahead into the Piazza dei Signori, bought our gelatos and wandered beyond the clock tower to a small square with artists displaying their paintings, admired their work and eventually completed the orbit around Prato della Valle back to our car, we had left a prepaid parking ticket for 6 hours, not a second was wasted.  

Tired and Padova dusted we drove back to our Hotel for a much needed rest in anticipation of our impending drive into the Dolomites the next day. Follow the next part of the journey on winding mountain roads, through high mountain passes to the Italian autonomous region of Trentino-Alto Adige.

Devon Dreams

June 3rd 2014, I woke up in my bed in my cottage in Devon, UK. We, my companion and I, had driven on the Sunday the 1st of June 2014 from London Heathrow Airport to our cottage in North Devon, a distance of some 350 kms, made all the more arduous by the Car Rental Company providing us a huge sedan rather than the small hatchback that we had booked. While on the Motorways, this seemed not to be a big problem, when we entered Devon the huge car was a liability as the roads were very narrow with abundant foliage overhanging the road and oncoming traffic that seemed impervious to the conditions. Anyway, after a few pit stops and quintessentially British bacon and egg sandwiches, we reached our resort in North Devon, had our first ever Sunday Roast dinner with all the trimmings Yorkshire pudding included and retired to our lovely cottage with its own garden and felt extremely chuffed with ourselves.

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The Narrow Roads

The next day was lovely, we made a trip to Bude which is in North Cornwall and was the closest town to our cottage. We were happy to enjoy the ‘Limelight’ in Bude Castle, yes, this new invention was used for the purposes of lighting this castle, there was interesting exhibition about this and it makes for informative reading on its own. Had a long leisurely stroll along a path overlooking the ocean ate delicious ice-cream and headed home. But, there was something I was hankering after, you shall learn what, soon.

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Bude Walk

Here comes June 3rd, 2014, I write this as an homage to that unforgettable day. We woke up that morning and the outing planned for that day was an excursion to Lydford Gorge in Devon, a property under the National Trust. The gorge is designated a Site of Special Scientific Interest (SSSI) for its geology, flora and fauna. We were the first at the ticket counter, a sweet old lady explained to us the advantages of taking a yearly membership of the National Trust which made visits to their properties free and entitled you to free parking facilities at a lot of famous scenic places which were managed by them, as we were on a month-long trip in England and Wales we gladly bought a year’s membership on a calculation that even if we visited a total of 7 properties, it would be worthwhile, we never regretted.

The full Lydford Gorge trail took us around 3 hours to complete. We had carried drinking water and sandwiches with us. The walk was a challenging circular walk with narrow slippery paths and steep drops. The trail operates on a one-way system due to the nature of the paths, so thankfully there was never the lazy luxury of turning back. What a bounty of nature we were treated to. Lush green fauna, beautiful birds, fresh crisp air, the 30m high Whitelady Waterfall, the Devil’s Cauldron pothole viewed from a platform suspended over the water.

A strenuous walk for those who like us are accustomed to a flat city and little to no walking on a daily basis. The stone steps were precariously slippery and inordinately high at places but all this only added to the adventure. The sense of accomplishment we felt on completing this route was immense and it was rewarded with a delicious Devon cream ice-cream from the onsite shop.

The labour for the day done, we meandered from place to place enjoying the stunning scenery of the Dartmoor. I still remember the clock showed 4pm and I was feeling peckish again, I said aloud ‘this is the perfect time for a cream tea’, we were in the wilderness, my statement seemed silly even to me, we turned a bend and I could not believe my eyes, lo and behold there was a sign on the road of one Two Bridges Hotel advertising their Tea and Scones. Providential, right?

My companion was driving, I must honestly say he is the only one who drives between us, I only drive him crazy! A cautious driver, ergo our safe travels, who is reluctant to make sudden turns off the road or to make illegal U-turns. Such must have been the effect of my constant chorus over the last two days for a cream tea that he went against his very grain and made a smart right turn as indicated on the sign we crossed a bridge and came upon this beautiful Hotel. We parked in the parking lot and excitedly trudged through their Reception to the tea room. Tea and scones ordered at the Bar, which were told would be brought to our table, we settled into a sofa next to a huge bay window as instructed. The view from this window of a tourist bus, this was putting a blemish on things, had the bus not been parked there, we would have had a view of the wonderful lawns of the Hotel. A cheerful waiter soon brought us our tea a tray laden with scones, strawberry jam, clotted cream and a kettle of tea and cups and saucers, as he left the tray he said to enjoy our tea. I impulsively said to him, ‘I am sure it would be even more enjoyable, if we did not have the side of the bus to stare at’. He smiled and left saying ‘let me see what I can do about that’, we in the meanwhile were still on the discussion of whether being in Devon the cream went on first onto the scone or the jam when a shadow lifted we looked up to see that the bus had gone and we had the view to the lawn, we were now in Utopia.

The delicious warm scones crumbled into our mouths, the cream and jam dripped down our fingers and was unashamedly licked off. We thought we had tasted ambrosia and life could not get better than this.

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The Dream Tea

Through with our epic tea we stopped to wash our hands in the cloak room and here was the proof of my pudding, two elderly English women discussing that they had never tasted more delicious scones. I rejoiced further, my companion’s virgin scones being declared the best ever, he sure is a lucky guy seems to get the best of everything at the first go, if you get my drift.

It had started pouring and I had reluctantly agreed to wait in the Reception vestibule for him to bring around the car. I would have gladly walked through the rain. A group was waiting there, presumably it was their bus that had been moved away and they were grumbling at the rain, as in that part of the world people often do. I was smiling at their conversation and one, of the group commented on this, I said I was amused that rain daunted them, for me, I said it was the harbinger of joy and prosperity, they seemed to see my point but were yet not completely convinced then one of them hesitantly said but you get wet in the rain, to which I quoted a proverb my late grandmother used to say often ‘You are not made of mud so you will not dissolve in the rain and you are not made of wax so you will not melt in the heat’! They loved it, and said they would embrace this thinking and try and stop cribbing about the rain. This broad-minded interest and acceptance from a church group towards the culture and thinking of a girl from another world intensified my enjoyment of the moment further. My companion drove up, I said my goodbyes, I sat in the car and pinched myself to check that I was not in a dream, as if the weight of those scones in my stomach and the lingering sweetness of the jam in my mouth was not proof enough.

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The Tea View

Out of the Box

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Oselation 2009, Grundlsee, Austria

Hello there! Writing a blog is a new adventure for me. I have been unsure on how to start this endeavour and since opening this account a few months back, have been mulling over what to write about, how to start, whom to address etc. After much vacillation I conclude that this Blog will be a bit about something, a lot about nothing and include everything that I love, hate, like or adore. Some posts will be about my life experiences where I may wax lyrical about something beautiful I have seen, others may go into orgasams over something I have eaten and in some I may vent about things that get my goat.

Ergo, my Blog is a manifestation of my vanity, where I presume that someone would like to read about what I do, think, eat, feel. So this is the first glimpse you get of my persona, I am vain, I consider this my biggest failing and as I write, I wonder that, while I try constantly to overcome this flaw in life, will not writing a Blog feed it? We shall see.

So after a not so flattering an introduction, let me tell you a bit more about myself. I think I live a life less ordinary, indeed most of the time I think I am special and immensely lucky. I am a professional but suffer from a tendency to rest on my laurels, heck, I am downright unambitious, the reasons why I am that, we shall discover by the by.

A ‘Bon Vivant’ would be the best description of me. I know how to be happy and the prospect of a simple croque monsieur would dry up the most sorrowful of my tears quite easily. I am more often than not in a state of elation, which explains part of the name of this Blog. I love to oscillate ie. travel the world and my life seems to be more about planning the next holiday than anything else hence Oselation!

I speak several languages and can cook up a storm. I detest crowds, I am opinionated to a fault and always think I know better. I am loyal to the upright and champion of the underdog. I must mention that I remember learning the word underdog as a young girl during a Wimbledon Final thanks to my beloved Boris Becker or Baby Boy as I had nicknamed him. So I have given an indication of my age and my hobbies. I am the kinds who will remember and honour a cult figure like Rahul Dravid rather than become a crazy fan of a selfish sports star.

People say I am good looking and often compliment me for my flawless skin, I think I am gorgeous. There speak both my honesty (in as much as I say what I honestly think) and my vanity (in that I think I am gorgeous) .

I am a cosmopolitan, a vibrant cocktail, born in a big city, educated in a boarding school and a porte parole of sorts by profession.

I start this blog just before I embark on a new adventure. I will be heading to Perugia, Italy this September (2017) to study the Italian language at the University of Perugia for Foreigners. I go with a certain sense of trepidation as I have never lived alone, and even though, I will do this for only three weeks, it will be a new experience. I go with excitement as I get to relive my experience of doing a similar course at the University of Coimbra, Portugal some 18 years back. I go with the desire to excel as I am on scholarship. I go with enthusiasm to discover more of Italy. I go with patience to overcome Italian bureaucracy. I go with an immense appetite to partake Italian food and absorb the culture.

With this post I invite you to join me on my future oselations!