although i know this and experience it over and over, it is always surprising just how fast the months roll on. two years ago i had the pleasure of running away to italy for a brief period of bucolic bliss. although i had made some preparations earlier in the year to do something like this, the experience almost completely fell into my lap. so i left new york, made a quick stop in england for a wedding and family reunion of sorts, and headed to rome. as I boarded the bus at the airport in rome and started heading into the city, panic struck me. i didn’t speak the language, i figured i would wing it, after all, i was a seasoned traveller. but in my overconfidence i had neglected to get even an english-italian translation book, they take up too much room i thought as i packed. despite my worrying i made it to my destination without any major issues – agriturismo pulicaro in torre alfina.
olive trees with pulicaro in the background
there were so many chickens! needless to say i had to get over the fear of 50 chickens swarming your feet at once for food.
feisty rooster (aka nagasaki)…everyday he waited until i turned my back and then shamelessly attacked me
late afternoon feeding
rabbit apartments – i don’t think i will be owning any rabbits in my lifetime
harvesting tomatoes in the big garden
processing all those tomatoes with the nonnas – i spoke no italian and they spoke no english but we made it work
completing the process…feeding scraps to moulting chickens
roasting veggies in the outdoor oven
view from the outdoor oven
due to the location of pulicaro, i spent weekends exploring the two closest villages either by bike or very generous rides from strangers. one weekend however, i took the train to rome. it had been years since i’d been in rome last and like any backpacking 19 year old, i saw all the sights on that first trip. this time i had one agenda: eat.
probably the best meal i had in rome. i’d done a bit of reading before hand so i made the trek to necci dal 1924. i learned the hard way that there is nowhere to stay in this little neighborhood. despite that one hiccup, i did have a very lovely afternoon in pigneto.
pizza bianca e rosso
friday market in campo de fiori
is there any other way to start a meal? this was every bit as good as it looks but i have to say, far and away, the most delicious thing i have ever eaten (in my entire life) was the wild boar salumi at pulicaro.
my last week at pulicaro was a quiet one. marco and chiara (my lovely and amazing hosts) were out of town and the other wwoofers had left, so it was just pascuale (marco’s cousin) and myself. two days before i left a storm rolled in and left the most beautiful skies…
it’s only just october and yet summer feels like so long ago. and, although i am beyond happy
about the arrival of fall, it was a pretty great summer…
it all started on a lake…
a most delicious meal (per se) and birthday celebration…
inaugural visit to governors island…
warm afternoons at the pool/beach (brooklyn bridge park)…
tons of tomatoes…
picnic on the island…
kayaking in the east river…
tennis and martinis, a new tradition i hope…
a much needed visit home…
goodbye summer…hello fall
i was craving a trip to california all summer long and so as the weather started to change in new york i booked my trip home (finally). though it wasn’t nearly long enough (vacation never is), i had a great time. running all over town to see people, i managed to make time for a an hour or two at the beach almost everyday. there were so many babies to see, some brand new and others so big! there was a quick trip to san diego for some time with the bff, barbecuing with the family, tennis, heaps of mexican food, swimming, train rides, and lots of catching up.
goodnight hop hop
sunday i woke up with only one thing to do. little did i know the day that was coming my way. after eating some of the most delicious bbq i’ve ever had, i serendipitously found myself on governor’s island. i have been wanting to ride bikes on the island forever and it finally happened. as my partner in crime for the day put it, it felt like being at summer camp.
*free* ferry over
i want to live here
lady liberty in all her glory
this campus makes me want to go back to high school
goodbye until next time (next weekend)