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Lucca Summer Festival – Freak Out!

Lucca is the epicenter of a fantastic series of concerts every July.  The Lucca Summer Festival, now in its second decade, hosts musicians from around the Lucca Summer Logoworld.  Top names come to Lucca to perform in Piazzale Napoleone.  The Lucchesi call this elegant square “Piazza Grande”. And though it is the largest piazza within the Renaissance walls, it is an intimate space for a performer.  No more than 7000 people, most of them standing (or dancing), can squeeze into the area in front of the stage.

2014 is the fifth summer that Pepper and I have been in Ghivizzano.  We hadn’t yet made it to any of the concerts.  There have certainly been acts that we’d love to have seen: Burt Bacharach and Alicia Keys come immediately to mind.  And I was despondent at missing Eros Ramazzotti, who was in Lucca in 2010, immediately after our arrival. But we were knee-deep in paint, varnish, silicon, etc., and dead-tired at the end of long days of house renovation.

This year, we finally attended our first concert in Lucca. And if our experience was typical, I can’t recommend the Lucca Summer Festival highly enough.

Sheila EIt was a perfect summer evening in the piazza and the warm breezes kept it from being stifling.  Sheila E opened and began her set before the evening light faded.

 

 

 

When NileLucca Summer Piazza Rodgers and Chic strode onto the stage, it was truly nighttime.  But the lights from the stage illuminated the entire piazza. From the first chords Nile strummed on his guitar, I knew this was going to be great fun.

 

Anyone who knows me can attest that I am not a dancer, and indeed do not like Chic ballto dance normally. I’d be happy to have “two left feet”, as I seem to have no feet, only legs of lead.  But when the music began, I couldn’t resist the urge to move and clap and sing along.  It was a fantastic string of songs from every decade since the 1970s.

I knew a little bit about Nile Rodgers. He was a prolific music producer, helping Madonna and Diana Ross create some of the biggest hits of their careers. But I Chic Guitarwasn’t expecting a mind-blowing show, full of energy and fun.  Nile doesn’t sing, leaving that to the female singers and the occasional male solo by various band members. For example, his drummer did a memorable rendition of David Bowie’s “Let’s Dance”.  Niles is an amazing guitar player, too, with a distinctive ‘funkiness’ that is immediately recognizable. Think of the guitar licks in “Notorious” by Duran Duran, “Upside Down” by Diana Ross, and “China Girl” by David Bowie.

But Nile Rodgers is more than a nostalgia act.  In fact, he has produced or Nile Rodgerswritten several smash hits in this decade, including “Get Lucky” by Daft Punk.

 

 

 

From beginning to end, Pepper and I were dancing with crowds, singing and Chic Redjumping around like teenagers. And the crowd at Summer Music was much more relax and happy than at other concerts I’ve attended. In the back of the piazza, serious dancers were moving like they were possessed.

 

Chic crowdsWe were in the “standing only” area, the cheapest tickets in “the house”. For the first half of the show, seatholders had prime position in rows of chairs close to the stage. But about midway through, the bouncers allowed us to move past the barriers and crowd the stage. For the remainder of the concert, it was more mosh pit than concert hall in Piazzale Napoleone.

I think that Nile enjoyed himself that night and appreciated the screaming fans Niles Guitarand laid-back feel of Lucca Summer Festival. At the end, after the other musicians left the stage, he stayed.  He put down his guitar, strolled back and forth across the stage, waving and playing air guitar.  Even as the roadies began to disassemble the drums and electronics, Nile continued to wave and smile.

Here is a bit of the concert.  I challenge you to stay still:

2014 weather – so far

Every time I’m in Maria Pia’s shop or picking up fruits and vegetables from Loreta, the topic of today’s weather (or tomorrow’s or for the weekend) is sure to come up.  That it is:

too hot

too cold

too wet

too dry

is certain.  Everyone in the shop has his or her two cents to add.  So these conversations, mundane and yet comforting in their sameness, are part of the fabric of Ghivizzano.

I’ve grumbled on more than one occasion about the never-ending dreary spring of 2013.  Thankfully, 2014 has been anything but dreary, so far, and often has been the epitome of the Italian climate.

In March we returned from an extended visit to the United States.  Though the calendar said it was still winter, we were delighted to find an early spring had taken hold in the Serchio valley. It wasn’t really surprising, since Italy really had no winter.  For example, the normal temperatures for February and March are very cold.  This year, however, not a single night had temperatures dropping below freezing.  From the day of our return through the official arrival of spring we had higher-than-normal temperatures and only moderate rainfall.  There were many sunny days and the trees and plants seemed to be on an accelerated schedule, blooming and leafing very early.

April continued the fine weather. I remember a long stretch of sunny days, with just the right amount of rain to keep the flowers in bloom.  I’d awake each morning, dreading to open the windows and see the grey blanket overhead that greeted me each morning in 2013.  Instead, my heart jumped for joy at the sight of the morning sun.  We packed away the heavy winter clothing, retaining only light jackets and a scarf or two.

In the 1990s, I came to Italy in May and spent the better part of two weeks under an umbrella or ducking into cafes and churches to avoid the rain.  One day, I was walking through a park when a sudden downpour began dumping buckets of rain.  There were no buildings nearby, so I found a leafy tree and crouched beneath it, holding my umbrella overhead for a half-hour. May 2014 was truly spectacular.  There were no such tragedies this year.  In fact, May was a bit low on rain according to official statistics.  The days were so beautiful that I dared the fates and planted geraniums early.  Everyone warned me of the always-possible cold snap that would lay waste to these tender summer-loving plants.  But the coldest nights never approached zero and my flowers thrived; they’re now lush and beautiful, cascading from their planters almost to the ground.

I expected June to compensate for May. Last year, June was unusually cool and soggy. The beaches were barren until late June; only pink English schoolgirls ventured near the water on the days that I visited the coast. This year, June was almost perfect in our valley.  We had long stretches of sunshine and warm temperatures.  Pepper’s brother and sister-in-law, along with her son, came for a two-week visit.  I don’t recall an umbrella being opened during their entire visit.  The warmth and sunshine of this particular June stayed with us during our visits to Genova, Siena, and day trips from Casa La Pace.  I finally packed the remaining winter clothes away;  a few long-sleeve shirts and a pair of jeans were enough for the cooler nights that occasionally came our wa.

The first hot days came in June, but they were few.  Each year since we’ve been here, a warm week in June fools me into thinking that the long stretch of hot days has arrived. Each year, including 2014, this heat is short-lived and the cooler days and almost-cold nights return.  In fact, I’m always hesitant to put away the winter comforter.  Each morning, I gauged the thermometer in the early morning.  I’d shake my head and postpone the decision for one more day.  This year, I think I brought down the summer quilts after June 15.  And I was not surprised that guests who stayed with us later in the month pulled out the additional blankets they found in the armoire.

The end of June did bring unseasonal rain.  Pepper participated in a new art event at Ghivizzano Alto. ‘Corart’ was a two-day affair with artists lining the streets and Pepper positioned strategically in the heart of the old town.  The sun shined brightly all day Saturday and most of Sunday.  Only at the end of the day, just as the judges were announcing their favorite artwork, the skies opened up.  The rain stayed with us all that night and for a couple of days after.

July has been extraordinary in more ways than one.  The termperatures have been mild.  Several of our friends returned from their beach-week vacation beautifully bronzed, but lamenting that they had to wear shirts on the beach, especially in the evening. Since the first of the month, we’ve also had quite a few days of rain.  I was startled watching the weather last night;  there have already been four ‘perturbations’ and a fifth is on its way.  Unusually, we’ve even had days of dark, menacing clouds all day.  It felt more like Novembre than July.  Of course, we certainly need the rain – the Serchio river and Segone (stream) are very low – but perhaps not in such long stretches of sunless days.

We often get queries about the ‘best time’ to come to Casa La Pace.  I’m never confident in responding to this question. In the 4 years we’ve been in Ghivizzano, each month of each year has been unique.  There are of course trends of warmth and cold, but a rainy month one year has been a beautifully sunny month the following year.  Some guests have ventured to Barga, Lucca, and other towns nearby mostly under an umbrella.  They’re in the unfortunate minority and thankfully the ‘season’ from April to November gives us many days of golden sunshine.  But with the weather, you can never tell!

Update I:  The last day of July was beautiful: sunny and warm.  It was unusual for this year: the newspaper on 30 July reported that 23 days of the month were cloudy or rainy!

Update II:  It’s official:  July was rainy beyond belief.  Here are some statistics…they’re in Italian, but the numbers and graphs are easy to read.   Rainy July.  Most striking is the very first number:  more rain by 490%!

 

Shopping Late in Lucca

Lucca is an amazing city. It is as old as Firenze and has as much history and charm. It suffers from an inferiority complex, because it has always been less powerful and famous.  Firenze has a wealth of monuments, museums, and other ‘must see’ places, Lucca has very few – and to guests of Casa La Pace that is one of its great advantages.  The majority who return to us at the end of a day trip to Lucca say that they like Lucca better than Firenze.

Lucca

You can enjoy your day in Lucca without a check list and with no agenda.  You can sit quietly at a caffe in Piazza Napoleone, relaxing and watching people walk by.  You can rent a bicycle and pedal the entire Renaissance wall that surrounds the city.  Or you can stroll down Via San Paolino or Via Filungo without feeling that you’re “missing out” on anything.

During summer, Lucca does its best to enliven your days and nights. Most famously, the Lucca Summer music festival brings musicians from around the world to a series of concerts in Piazza Napoleone. In Piazza del Amfiteatro, several jazz concerts will ‘heat up’ the evenings in June.

Lucca

For summer 2014, the shopkeepers of the centro storico are also rolling out the red carpet. During July and August, the shops will stay open late.  One of my few complaints of Lucca is how early it shuts down: at 7 p.m. you are in a lively crowd as you window-shop…by 7:30 p.m., you are almost alone.  This year, the merchants are actively courting the summer crowd. It has been announced that many stores in the centro storico will be keeping late evening hours every Thursday and Friday in July and into August.

Lucca

Let’s hope this is a great success and that this becomes a new tradition of Lucca in summer. Lucca should be a more lively place, and, since the sun is staying out late, we should be able to, too.

 

Early Spring?

Ghivizzano didn’t really have a winter this year. The last week of November and beginning of December were cold. Night-time temperatures were below freezing and the days were chilly but not bitterly cold. Then around mid-December, the cold disappeared.  The daily highs were usually around 11 degrees and the night-time lows never reaching zero.  It rained regularly, and sometimes intensely. But there were stretches of wonderful sunshine, too, a terrific relief from last winter’s dreary weeks and months.  This pattern continued through January (and heavy rains resulted in many landslides throughout the country, very unusual for January).

Pepper and I traveled in the United States for the month of February, so I don’t have first-had experience of Italian weather. But we exchanged emails and messages with our friends, so were regularly updated with the general weather conditions.  Our Italian friends told us of the rains and of the sunny days, never mentioning cold.

Meanwhile, in January and February, parts of the U.S. experienced wave after Little Rock in Marchwave of snow, ice and record-breaking low temperatures.  Pepper and I were incredibly fortunate that the great majority of our American vacation was filled with sunshine. The last Sunday of our visit to Little Rock saw the arrival of  a fast-moving hail and snowstorm, which shut down the city for a couple of days.  Otherwise, our travels were not negatively impacted by bad weather.

Gloucester in MarchOur journey ended in the Northeast, where show lay on the ground.   The maximum temperatures each day were barely above freezing.  But the sun accompanied us, creating beautiful canvases of bare trees, snow banks, and granite outcroppings.

 

As soon as we landed in Italy in early March, we peeled off our jackets.  It seems thForsythia, Quinceat spring has already arrived in the Serchio Valley – almost a month earlier than years past. On our ride home from the airport, explosions of yellow captured my attention, forsythias in full bloom in the gardens along the road.  On the hillsides, white blossoms revealed pear and almond trees popping out from the austere browns of the still-naked chestnuts, acacia, and oak.

The next morning, I walked down to the Ghivizzano market, the first time in more than a month that I had done so.  What a beautiful, warm day it was and Magnoliait highlighted the striking contrast of the same walk a month before.  Chinese magnolias are already dropping their petals. Early spring is their moment and this year, the creamy white blooms and deep purple cups seem fuller and more elegant that years past.  Daffodils are still in bloom, but already dying. As the earliest arrivals, I had missed their sunny-yellow dance.

The camelias are in full bloom, their rich drinkable-red flowers popping out Cameliasagainst the glossy-green foliage. They must be in bloom for a while now, as the bed of fallen flowers beneath each bush attests.

 

 

 

The entire week in Ghivizzano has been beautiful, with one warm day followed Panseysby another.  During lunch, Pepper and I eat in the courtyard, the sun warming our backs and a cool north breeze chilling our fronts.  I notice that the sun is high in the sky again, and now manages to sail over the mountain to the west in its evening descent.  This means that sunset is now at 6 p.m. and it’s light outside until almost 7 (and Europe doesn’t change its clocks until the end of March.)

We’ve survived another winter and each morning I awake to the promise of spring. All around us are the sights and sounds that I associate with mid-April.  Windows are flung open to air out the house. Wild Snapdragon

Fruit Tree in loomChainsaws roar, removing dead limbs and cutting down dead trees.  Birdsong flies through our open windows from every tree and bush. And the impossible greens of spring, from olive to lemon-lime to forest, bombard the eye wherever I turn.

The weeds and grasses have gotten their usual head start, taking advantage of Wild violetsthe bare trees to take in as much sunlight as possible.  The calendar says that spring is still a few days away, but the world around me says that the season is already here.

 

2013 in Review

Has another year flown by already?  It seems like only last week I was writing about 2012.

As we hoped, each year has been better than the year before. Casa La Pace in 2013 welcomed more guests, there were more nights with all rooms booked, and more nights with at least one room occupied.  As ever, we are thrilled to welcome new people from around the globe.

2013 for Casa La Pace could be subtitled ‘The Year of the Australians.” Until this year, we’d seen mostly Americans and a smattering of Europeans. In Our 1st AustraliansMarch, our first Australian guests arrived, two wonderful couples from Queensland. They were kind, funny, and all-around great guests.  We felt so lucky that they found Casa La Pace. We never imagined that they would be the first of a wave of Aussies we hosted this year.  Our final count for 2013 is 17 Aussies – each and every one delightful.

In addition to Australia and the U.S., we had guests from Great Britain, Poland, Hungary, Denmark, Singapore, and Dubai.  (I have probably forgotten a few).  Meeting people from other countries is one of the most interesting aspects of running a B&B.  We’re ‘tied down’ and can’t travel most of the year. But as we hear the stories of the lives of our guests, I can travel to their home in my mind.

This year we welcomed our first visitor from my hometown. Rita and her Rita and Jim Pruettehusband Jim, along with their nephew, came to stay with us early in 2013.  I left Blountstown in 1983 and have returned for only a couple of brief visits. During her time at Casa La Pace, Rita and I reminisced about high school and she updated me on significant events in her life in the past 30 years.  I was glad to learn that she and Jim are happy and healthy and active in their community.

In 2013, we had several returning guests. We love the good reviews on Trip Advisor. But a guest who wants to return to Casa La Pace says much more to us than words of praise.  It confirms that Casa La Pace is a welcoming place and that our efforts are appreciated.  We have promises from several people of their return to Casa La Pace in 2014.

Our final guest of this year was also our very first guest. In 2010, Becca brought along her friend Kate; they arrived about 10 days after Pepper and I moved Becca and Andrasfrom the U.S. to Ghivizzano.  The renovations to the house were (mostly) complete. But the walls were unpainted, we had almost no furniture, and we had no heating system.  Shortly before their arrival, I rushed to Lucca and bought two twin mattress.  Becca and Kate slept in the Nelida room on the mattresses on the floor.  Fortunately, it was a hot week in mid-summer, so they didn’t complain too much about the cold showers.

This December, Becca brought her husband Andras.  They slept in comfort in the Victoria room. They stayed with us for 4 days. And though it was cold outside, the happy couple took hot showers and were toasty and warm.  It was exciting for Becca to see how far we’ve come in 4 years.

We continue to make improvements to the house, as time and our budget allows.  Solar panels went onto the roof in April; they were finally approved and linked to the power grid in July (thank you, Italian bureaucracy).  We also installed air conditioning /heating units in each guest bedroom. The summer of 2013 was mild and the air conditioning was hardly needed.  But we’re ready now for future heat waves.

Though we had more guests and fewer free days, we still managed to travel a couple of times this year.  In February, we celebrated my 50th birthday in the Canary IslandsCanary Islands.  And during August, we escaped the heat by journeying to the Isle of Wight, off the southern coast of England.  In both cases, we stayed at B&Bs when possible.  We got to know the owners at a couple of them and wish we could return every year to see them.

During our free time, we tried to spend time with our friends, old and new, here in Ghivizzano.  We remain close with Ramona, Grazia, Rossano, and Ester. We Alessandro and Rebeccavisit Alessandro and Marinella and Samanta and Albano often.  We’ve added to our circle of friends Antonella and her husband Dean, who was born in the U.S. and is a perfect English speaker – and bakes wonderful bread in his pizza oven.  We met Andrea and Elisabetta at Alessandro and Marinella’s and we hope to see them much more in 2014.  We are grateful that our friends welcome us into Albano and Micheletheir homes and seem to enjoy meeting guests of Casa La Pace when we bring them along.  Alessandro and Dean speak English, but language seems to be no problem over a glass of wine or limoncello.

 

Pepper and I are grateful to everyone who came to stay at Casa La Pace in 2013. We already have many reservations for 2014 and we couldn’t be happier.

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Pepper and I have always supported environmental organizations with monetary contributions and, when possible, by volunteering. (One memorable outing with the Nature Conservancy to southwest Arkansas was on one of the coldest days of winter to gather wildflower seeds.) We’ve also tried to live in a way that reduces, as much as possible, our negative impact on the environment.  So it made sense to ensure that Casa La Pace is as ‘green’ as we can make it.

When Pepper and I shopped for a refrigerator, washer, dryer, and dishwasher for the B&B, we bought only ‘A+’ or ‘A++’, even if they cost a little more. In Italy, the appliances have big, colorful stickers explaining how much each model consumes.  Each one is also assigned a letter, ‘A’ being the best model (lowest power consumption) and ‘D’ being the worst. (I assume that ‘F’ models are not offered for sale).  Europe has been very progressive in promoting energy efficiency, so many models these day are ‘A+’ or ‘A++’.

From the start, we hoped to install solar panels, as well.  Water heating panels are very popular here.  But our hot-water usage is not too high, and so decided to make our first priority photovoltaic panels.  (I also have some experience with photovoltaic, having installed it on the house in Arizona several years ago.)

After requesting several estimates, we located a great guy who offered an excellent product at a reasonable cost.  We signed the contract in March and the panels were installed on the roof in April. Solar Panel 1

End or story?  Of course not.  It took ENEL, the electric company, two more months to issue the permits and change our electric box.  And so, finally, Casa La Pace is now producing ‘green energy’.  Coincidentally, the clouds of spring dissipated about the time the panels began producing electricity.  (Perhaps the only ‘good side’ to the terrible spring weather is that I wasn’t fretting about ‘losing’ sunny days to produce electricy, since there was little sun.)

The panels have been functional for  about 3 weeks.  So far, we’re producing between 20 and 25 kilowatts of electricity each day, even on partly-cloudy days.

As an aside, I am irritated when people make ‘payback’ their top priority.   Why is the discussion about solar panels so focused on ‘return on investment’? Yes,  energy production efficiency should be considered, as well as cost of the panels, installation costs, and the like. But no one expects an air conditioner, garage door-opener, or refrigerator to ‘pay for itself’ in X years.  To me, we should treat home alternative energy sources in the same way.

This isn’t a great view of the panels, but I think I’d need a tall crane or helicopter for a “bird’s eye view”.  And very soon, the solar panels will show up on Google maps.

solar panels

December Weekend in Florence

Anyone who knows me for very long has heard me say at least once “Firenze, la Tornabuonicitta’ piu’ bella del mondo.”  My first visit to Italy, in 1984, was via the Florence program of Florida State University.  It shouldn’t be surprising that Firenze remains my favorite city. I take any opportunity to visit Firenze, especially now that I can take the train to Firenze in the morning and be back in Ghivizzano for dinner.

 

Casa La Pace has few guests in the colder months, so Pepper and I recently went to Firenze for the weekend.  In December the crowds are few and the rewards are many.  chrismas tree before lighting

 

In fact,I’m etIl Bargello sunseternally surprised that savvy travelers haven’t “discovered” Italy in December. To me, this is the perfect time to visit Firenze, especially if you have Michelangelo’s David or Botticelli’s Primavera on your list. There is no line at the entrance and, even better, few people in the museum galleries, so you can bask in the beauty of Italy’s treasures to your heart’s content.

 

Piazza del Duomo

Firenze is as beautiful as ever. This winter has been marvelously sunny (a welcome antidote to last year’s wet Del Corsoand dreary months). Yes, it’s cold, but not Siberian cold. Pepper and I spent most of the time with friends. We strolled the streets until fingers and ears began to numb. Then we’d pop into a bar for a hot tea or caffe latte.

It never ceases to amaze me how many bars there are in every Italian city, practically one on every corner – and often two or more almost side by side. How do they survive?  I try not to think like an accountant, instead counting all of the expressos that Italians drink all day – thank heaven that they do.

dina gaia rusty

In the evening – Palazzo Vecchiowhich arrives at 4 p.m. these days – we wandered the major thoroughfares and piazze, gazing at the street decorations and at the people. There were many others strolling the streets of Firenze. Even though American consumerism has increasingly infected Italy, there isn’t yet the manic atmosphere best described by the phrase “shop til you drop.”  Most of the people we encountered were, like us, marveling at how Firenze is even more beautiful when decorated for Christmas.

 

We had no real itinerary. Our major objective was to spend time with our friendsDuomo . In that we succeeded. I am tremendously lucky to have in Firenze a few Italian friends, companions I first met at 21. I am fortunate that we’ve managed to remain in touch and that we still delight in seeing each other. They’ve embraced Pepper too, and indeed shower him with affection. (And who wouldn’t?)

Santa Croce Christmas Market

Of course, I couldn’t help but wander down “memory lane” a little, too.  The pensione I lived in is no longer. But we walked down Via dei Servi, the street that led from the pensione to the duomo. I recalled looking at that imposing dei Servidome each morning on my way to school and having it at my back as I returned home after dinner. We strolled down Borgo degli Albizi, little changed from 30 years ago.  The wedding dress atelier is still there, as is the wonderful pastry shop/caffe. And FSU still has its ‘campus’ there, though down a few doors from its old location.

We are fortunate to also count among our friends a delightful family, originally from the UK, who now live near Montecatini.  The family includes 4 young boys, ages 14 to 3.  Because they live so close to Firenze, they come there often. We met them this weekend, lunching in an Egyptian diner and spending the afternoon being entertained by the boys.

gaia and rusty - chocolate!This weekend was a reminder that the most important part of my life is friends and family. And once again I got to spend some time in “the most beautiful city in the world.”

 

 

Family

This summer, we welcomed a guest with an interesting story.

It begins with Susan’s grandfather, an Italian who immigrated to Baltimore, Maryland.  Family lore has it that her great-grandfather arrived in America in the 1850′s, long before the mass immigrations through Ellis Island. (Also before the strict immigration laws of the late 1800s). The family is now thoroughly Americanised and no one from her family has returned to Italy.  And until now, no one else was particularly interested in drawing the family tree. Now Susan had decided to learn more about her family in Italy. She did some beginning research, but couldn’t locate many documents.  Fortunately for Susan, her great-grandfather left a clue on his gravestone: his birthplace of Coreglia-Antelminelli.

As Susan planned her trip, she found Casa La Pace on the Internet. She contacted us and made a reservation for 3 days, hoping to find out as much as possible in that short time. (The rest of her vacation in Italy would be with a group of hikers in the Cinque Terre.)

Susan speaks no Italian and made no appointments in advance with anyone in Coreglia. Before she arrived, Pepper made a few telephone calls to the commune (city hall).  He arranged for Susan to go there on her first day and see if there were any documents that might be helpful.  Pepper also agreed to accompany her, translating and providing introductions to the mayor and other friends who work in the commune.

I was pessimistic about Susan’s chances of finding out anything useful in such a short time. We have friends who research genealogy. When we were trying to track down Pepper’s mother’s family in the Canary Islands, they gave us helpful advice. But they warned us that older documents are harder to track down.  Most often, they are not computerized and often not even in a central location. Research can takes days and weeks, going from church to church and government office to government office, often with no results.

Was I wrong!  By an amazing stroke of good fortune, Pepper and Susan bumped into a woman at the commune who documents the history of Coreglia.  She doesn’t work in the commune, but happened to be there on an errand.  Eliza has already researched many of the families of the town. Incredibly, one of these is the “Mulinari” family.  Instead of digging through musty books, Susan was handed a book that contained her family tree, including her grandfather, his brothers and sisters.

Susan learned much more about her great-grandfather’s generation. A brother accompanied her great-grandfather to America. Another brother ventured to Russia, returning to Coreglia later. All of these brothers were figurinai, carvers and plaster-cast makers.  This craft was much prized in the 1800s and the Serchio Valley provided the four corners of the world with these craftsmen/artists.

Susan provided Eliza with new branches of the Mulinari family tree, i.e. the American descendants of her great-grandfather.  As often happens here, Susan’s great-grandfather departed for the New World and was never heard from again.

Eliza was as excited as Susan, telephoning us almost hourly with updates and corrections.  In Coreglia, there are no longer any “Mulinari”, but there are “Molinari” and Eliza was unsure if they were related to Susan’s great-grandfather.  Before day’s end, Eliza had untangled the branches.  She realized that a distant cousin of Susan’s now lives in Lucca.  So the next day, Susan travelled to Lucca for dinner with relatives the day before she didn’t even know existed.

Elisa & Susan in Coreglia

 

 

 

 

 

Susan left us with great memories and much more information than she dared hope.  She was enthusiastic to share with her American family what she learned in those 3 days here at Casa La Pace.

October weather

As October glides gently to its conclusion, I think back over the month with grape leaves 1puzzlement (and a smile). It hasn’t been typical weather, but not dramatically unusual either. We had a fairly short summer; the heat didn’t arrive until mid-June and lasted only until mid-August.  September was gorgeous, never too hot nor too cold.

As for October, I heard on the radio yesterday that there have been six weather ghivizzano moon‘disturbances’ that passed over Italy. I don’t recall all of them, and assume that not all of them affected Ghivizzano – at least I hope not  But we have had our fair share of rain.  Fortunately, it seems that October will end on a high note.

 

For Casa La Pace, October has been one of our all-time best months. We had grape leavesguests with us every night, and often all 4 rooms were occupied. I still can’t believe how popular Casa La Pace has become in a relatively short time.  (Thanks again to everyone who has posted their great reviews on TripAdvisor.)

Some of our guests in October have enjoyed glorious days of sunshine. Others arrived in great downpours or visited Lucca or Barga under the umbrella. It really has been a month of unpredictability.  In the 30 years I’ve been coming to Italy, October really is the “wild-card” month.

 

Gioviano Clouds

Last week, Toscana had its annual “bomba d’acqua”. Thunder rattled the house all night, but we arose to a tranquil morning – or so it seemed. One immediate difference was the roar of the Segone, the stream between us and Ghivizzano Alto. Instead of its usual sweet trill, the Segone was pounding and ferocious, overflowing its banks in many places.

As the day progressed, we realized how terrific the storm had been. Most immediately,Serchio October the Aulla-Pisa rail line was shut down. Two sets of guests were departing, one couple headed to Pisa airport for an afternoon flight.  Fortunately, Ghivizzano has good bus service, so both sets of guests were able to catch the bus to Lucca (though they boarded the buses thoroughly soaked by the intermittent downpours). Throughout the day, we learned that more and more roads were closing due to fallen walls, small mudslides, and flooding. By days end, travel within the valley was very difficult.Serchio October Evening

The good news is that we heard of no loss of life.  Tuesday morning, thanks to the tremendous efforst of the road crews, the civil protection corp, and others, the roads began to clear. Trains were often delayed that day, but that also worked itself out with time.

Appenines

The one consistent factor in October has been the temperature. It doesn’t feel Mountain colorlike autumn, although the sun is hanging low over the mountains in the afternoon. But the trees are dropping their leaves and the olives turning black on the branches.  And the evening shadows are longer, the amber light filtering through the threadbare branches.

 

By now, I should have turned on the heater.  We did have one or two nights of cooler weather earlier in the month; I said to myself, “the heat must come on next weeValley Octoberk!”  Instead, the daytime temperatures quickly returned to unusually-high levels, usually in the low-20s C. and the nighttime temperatures are hovering around 15 C. I write this at the end of October with the sun streaming in through the open windows – and I am wearing short pants!

 

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Most of the images in this post are from my bicycle ride at the end of October. It was a perfect afternoon and I was thrilled to ride my still-new bicycle.  I only went about 20 km; I would have ridden further, but I stopped often to take photos.

 

September weather

My favorite season is spring, with the flowers are in bloom and every plant and tree is  different shade of green. But September in the Serchio Valley lovely. And the weather is definitely better, with more sunshine and less rain.  A spring day may be wonderfully warm – or bitterly cold and windy. The temperature in September is ideal, not too hot and never too cold.

This year, the heat ended early, around August 20th. Since then, we’ve had only one or two days with highs approaching 30 degrees. More often, the early afternoon sunshine will make me seek the shade. But the mornings are beautifully cool and the evenings are mild and breezy.

The rain is also less wearying. Perhaps because we’ve had a nice long stretch of sunshine (though never enough to make up for the winter’s dreariness), a day of clouds is a welcome change.  Each storm blows through, perhaps even lingering for a full day. But the sun appears soon after and lights the valley for days at a time. The hillsides are bathed a the diffuse golden sunlight of early autumn.

The sun is my friend again, too. In full summer, I’m lathered in sun protection cream and I dart from shade to shade – when I venture out during the heat of the day. In September, I begin to seek out the warmth in the library where the sun’s rays heat the tile floor.  I want to lunch in the courtyard. And a late afternoon is to read (or nap) as the sun makes its evening journey towards the western skyline.

Yes, autumn is here. The valley already has fall in the air. The leaves of the chestnut trees that blanket the hillsides are slowly changing from green to ocher. And the acacias are shedding their leaves in great masses of brittle straw-colored masses.  The swallows have left and the evening skies are less interesting without their diving and swooping.

Ghivizzano Alto in fog

Each rain brings cooler nighttime temperatures. We still sleep with the windows open. But occasionally a particularly cool night forces me to get up in the early morning and close the windows.

The difference between day and nighttime temperatures means the return of fogs and mists. At this time of year, mysterious forms rise from the distant hills, vanishing as the air warms. The mountaintops are often obscured in low gray clouds or thick fogs.

September in the Valley

Those ‘in the know’ have been counting the days since the first soaking rains of September.  They say that the porcini mushrooms will appear about 15 days from that day, good weather permitting.  And this year it seems we will have a great crop. There hasn’t been a lot of wind and the temperatures have been deliciously moderate.  In Castelnuovo last week, I spotted a ‘fresh porcini’ sign in the window of a small alimentare (grocery store).  Dried porcini are great, but fresh porcini are heavenly.