Jess had already been to Siracusa once on her visit to Sicily but, believe it or not, she liked it enough that she asked to go back! Besides, Sarah hadn’t visited Siracusa yet. As Siracusa is becoming my favorite town to visit on the eastern coast of Sicily, I was totally game.
We wandered through the fruit, vegetable, and fish market first, where Jess bought a purse. Just like all her souvenirs thus far from Sicily, this one was imported from India. Hmmm…
By the time we reached the main piazza of the town, little Lena was getting tuckered out. She found some shade and laid her little head down to rest right in the middle of the piazza.
Definitely time for a 10am gelato break.
Siracusa has a little strip of beach and a pier. Jess and I were so hot and sweaty on our last visit that we jumped off the pier, clothes and all! This time we planned ahead and brought our swimsuits. The water this time of year is like bathwater and, in this group, no one was complaining.
We finally headed back up to the beautiful Duomo Piazza for lunch at my favorite restaurant: The Fox and the Grape. It’s very Italian and pretty much all pizzas, but they’re trying to be modern and trendy (quite successfully), and the combination is totally charming. Also, their four cheese pizza is to die for.
“Mom, I’m so hungry! But I guess I’ll content myself with drinking water from a wine glass until the pizza arrives…”
Ahhh…
And finally: “Sarah, help me do something modern on this” & “We love Italian graffiti because all it [usually] says is, ‘Love!'”
We had run out of cereal and milk, so for our last morning in Amalfi we decided to have an Italian breakfast. This might have also been because I had been craving a cappuccino all week. You just can’t walk by all these darling cafes and not want to sit down for awhile! And a Nutella-filled croissant doesn’t hurt either…
As I mentioned before, the town of Amalfi is known for its old paper mills, and many local artisans still make beautiful paper by hand. We visited several of these shops, and at one of them I purchased some thick, creamy paper with the letter “B” embossed in the top corner. I’ll need an especially good pen for that paper.
Later we hiked above the town into the hills to see some of the old paper mills. If we did see them, they were really old. Like… just a few stone walls in the valley. But the hike itself was totally worth it, particularly because it passed through so many magnificent lemon groves.
Finally it was time to move on and leave the Amalfi Coast behind. We drove down the winding highway along the coastline, soaking up last glimpses and final memories. After several hours on the highway (including, of course, a stop along the way at another beach) we reached Agriturismo San Fantino, a rustic Italian villa with an attached ranch. Since the 1980s, a huge tourism movement in Italy has been to convert old farms into hotels where families can come stay, meet the animals, and then enjoy a [usually organic] meal made almost entirely from food grown or raised on the property. I’ve mentioned visiting another agriturismohere, and we have also visited a couple more in Sicily that I haven’t photographed for this the blog. Visiting an agriturismo is definitely one of our favorite ways to enjoy the Italian countryside: good food and farm animals all in one place.
Before dinner, we explored the ranch, ate wild blackberries, and showed Lena animals in real life (instead of in The Big Red Barn).
Around 8pm we put Lena to bed and then enjoyed a quiet dinner on the patio. The chef–a cheerful man named Pierluigi–served a dozen appetizers, all of which he had made from produce and meat from the ranch (sheep’s cheese, pork sausage, proscuitto, pickled artichokes, fresh green salad, eggplant bruschetta, etc.). Elliott and Jess sipped wine from a nearby vineyard. Later Pierluigi served us steaks from a cow that had been… umm… well, alive just a few days earlier. Fresh and tasty. Sorry if you’re vegetarian, but it was delicious! Pierluigi popped the top off a Heineken and sat down with us to talk as the meal wound down.
And then home again, home again (jiggity jog) the next morning. We were so ready to settle into regular life again, as always. I think we all agree, though, that this whole trip has been one of our favorites in Italy thus far, haphazard and last-minute though it was!
We had run out of cereal and milk, so for our last morning in Amalfi we decided to have an Italian breakfast. This might have also been because I had been craving a cappuccino all week. You just can’t walk by all these darling cafes and not want to sit down for awhile! And a Nutella-filled croissant doesn’t hurt either…
As I mentioned before, the town of Amalfi is known for its old paper mills, and many local artisans still make beautiful paper by hand. We visited several of these shops, and at one of them I purchased some thick, creamy paper with the letter “B” embossed in the top corner. I’ll need an especially good pen for that paper.
Later we hiked above the town into the hills to see some of the old paper mills. If we did see them, they were really old. Like… just a few stone walls in the valley. But the hike itself was totally worth it, particularly because it passed through so many magnificent lemon groves.
Finally it was time to move on and leave the Amalfi Coast behind. We drove down the winding highway along the coastline, soaking up last glimpses and final memories. After several hours on the highway (including, of course, a stop along the way at another beach) we reached Agriturismo San Fantino, a rustic Italian villa with an attached ranch. Since the 1980s, a huge tourism movement in Italy has been to convert old farms into hotels where families can come stay, meet the animals, and then enjoy a [usually organic] meal made almost entirely from food grown or raised on the property. I’ve mentioned visiting another agriturismohere, and we have also visited a couple more in Sicily that I haven’t photographed for this the blog. Visiting an agriturismo is definitely one of our favorite ways to enjoy the Italian countryside: good food and farm animals all in one place.
Before dinner, we explored the ranch, ate wild blackberries, and showed Lena animals in real life (instead of in The Big Red Barn).
Around 8pm we put Lena to bed and then enjoyed a quiet dinner on the patio. The chef–a cheerful man named Pierluigi–served a dozen appetizers, all of which he had made from produce and meat from the ranch (sheep’s cheese, pork sausage, proscuitto, pickled artichokes, fresh green salad, eggplant bruschetta, etc.). Elliott and Jess sipped wine from a nearby vineyard. Later Pierluigi served us steaks from a cow that had been… umm… well, alive just a few days earlier. Fresh and tasty. Sorry if you’re vegetarian, but it was delicious! Pierluigi popped the top off a Heineken and sat down with us to talk as the meal wound down.
And then home again, home again (jiggity jog) the next morning. We were so ready to settle into regular life again, as always. I think we all agree, though, that this whole trip has been one of our favorites in Italy thus far, haphazard and last-minute though it was!
Our second morning on the Amalfi Coast dawned so crisp, clear, and beautiful that we almost didn’t mind our daughter rousing us at 7am. Just look at the view from our apartment! (If you’d ever like to stay there yourself, here’s the listing.)
Elliott took this video of the scene as well as his two lovely ladies:
We couldn’t wait to see the town so we set off on a short walk to shop for some fruit. Lena enjoyed a fresh apricot (she’ll eat five a day) on the steps of the church in the middle of town.
Later that morning we all walked back down to the beach below our apartment for surf and sunshine:
The individual lidos are demarcated by the different colored umbrellas. If you choose to go to a lido, you will pay between 3-5 euro for a day’s use of an umbrella and a couple of lounge chairs. As always, we chose to pay nothing and laid our towels down wherever we could find space.
Check it out, Lena is actually looking at the camera and smiling!
Twice! Sorta.
Finally, after Lena’s afternoon nap, we hopped into our car and drove about 20 minutes up into the hills to visit the magnificent town of Ravello. To my surprise, Ravello was my favorite of all the Amalfi Coast towns we visited, although it’s far from the coast. The beauty of the mellowed-by-time buildings, the peace in the many blooming gardens, the spectacular views down green hills to the coastline, the clinks of cutlery on crystal in the piazza-side cafes, the bursts of color from pottery shops, and the overall understated charm of the whole town completely drew me in.
Lena is wearing an outfit I wore when I was a baby. Jess is, as usual, wearing an outfit I wish I could wear today. (We’re definitely enjoying each other’s clothes as long as she’s visiting!)
The magnificent Villa Rufolo, which I imagine Mark Ruffalo lives in between filming movies.
Old vineyard just outside the center of town.
Quiet garden where a father and son were painting together.
A cinquecento (or “500,” named for its 500 cc engine), the quintessential Italian car.
I took the video below of Lena climbing steps in Ravello. I love how she grunts after each step. Such an effort for little legs!
We returned to the town of Amalfi and almost had a heart attack when fireworks started exploding right outside our window. Later we learned they were to celebrate the festival of Our Lady of the Snows. Italians, who love all festivals and any excuse to shoot off fireworks, were commemorating a legend from 4th century Rome in which snow fell in August. A parade of boats streamed from town to town along the coast and each town obliging shot off fireworks late into the night.
Elliott and I put Lena to bed and left Jess in charge, and then dressed up a little and headed into town on a date! We’d both been craving a meal of fine seafood, and Elliott had researched for an hour earlier that day to determine an appropriate restaurant. He settled upon Ristorante Marina Grande, an establishment that prides itself upon upholding sustainable fishing practices and serving locally caught seafood and locally grown food. It was a perfect choice.
I love their bread bags instead of baskets… and the beautiful drawing of the town of Amalfi on the front of their menus. We could find our apartment in the drawing!
Elliott perused a wine menu that was almost as big as he was. To begin, we chose the tasting of seven appetizers, which included seven vastly different types of seafood. For a main course I chose the homemade rosemary gnocchi with prawns and oranges (there were a lot of flavors goin’ on in that one… almost too much for a pregnant woman to handle) and Elliott chose a dish bursting with seafood: linguine twisted around shrimp, calamari, and several kinds of shellfish.
That was our last day on the Amalfi Coast, at least on this trip. We must come back! We drove down the coast the next day and enjoyed our first stay at an agriturismo that night. Tomorrow I’ll have some photos of Lena with pigs and horses and kittens (oh my!).
Our second morning on the Amalfi Coast dawned so crisp, clear, and beautiful that we almost didn’t mind our daughter rousing us at 7am. Just look at the view from our apartment! (If you’d ever like to stay there yourself, here’s the listing.)
Elliott took this video of the scene as well as his two lovely ladies:
We couldn’t wait to see the town so we set off on a short walk to shop for some fruit. Lena enjoyed a fresh apricot (she’ll eat five a day) on the steps of the church in the middle of town.
Later that morning we all walked back down to the beach below our apartment for surf and sunshine:
The individual lidos are demarcated by the different colored umbrellas. If you choose to go to a lido, you will pay between 3-5 euro for a day’s use of an umbrella and a couple of lounge chairs. As always, we chose to pay nothing and laid our towels down wherever we could find space.
Check it out, Lena is actually looking at the camera and smiling!
Twice! Sorta.
Finally, after Lena’s afternoon nap, we hopped into our car and drove about 20 minutes up into the hills to visit the magnificent town of Ravello. To my surprise, Ravello was my favorite of all the Amalfi Coast towns we visited, although it’s far from the coast. The beauty of the mellowed-by-time buildings, the peace in the many blooming gardens, the spectacular views down green hills to the coastline, the clinks of cutlery on crystal in the piazza-side cafes, the bursts of color from pottery shops, and the overall understated charm of the whole town completely drew me in.
Lena is wearing an outfit I wore when I was a baby. Jess is, as usual, wearing an outfit I wish I could wear today. (We’re definitely enjoying each other’s clothes as long as she’s visiting!)
The magnificent Villa Rufolo, which I imagine Mark Ruffalo lives in between filming movies.
Old vineyard just outside the center of town.
Quiet garden where a father and son were painting together.
A cinquecento (or “500,” named for its 500 cc engine), the quintessential Italian car.
I took the video below of Lena climbing steps in Ravello. I love how she grunts after each step. Such an effort for little legs!
We returned to the town of Amalfi and almost had a heart attack when fireworks started exploding right outside our window. Later we learned they were to celebrate the festival of Our Lady of the Snows. Italians, who love all festivals and any excuse to shoot off fireworks, were commemorating a legend from 4th century Rome in which snow fell in August. A parade of boats streamed from town to town along the coast and each town obliging shot off fireworks late into the night.
Elliott and I put Lena to bed and left Jess in charge, and then dressed up a little and headed into town on a date! We’d both been craving a meal of fine seafood, and Elliott had researched for an hour earlier that day to determine an appropriate restaurant. He settled upon Ristorante Marina Grande, an establishment that prides itself upon upholding sustainable fishing practices and serving locally caught seafood and locally grown food. It was a perfect choice.
I love their bread bags instead of baskets… and the beautiful drawing of the town of Amalfi on the front of their menus. We could find our apartment in the drawing!
Elliott perused a wine menu that was almost as big as he was. To begin, we chose the tasting of seven appetizers, which included seven vastly different types of seafood. For a main course I chose the homemade rosemary gnocchi with prawns and oranges (there were a lot of flavors goin’ on in that one… almost too much for a pregnant woman to handle) and Elliott chose a dish bursting with seafood: linguine twisted around shrimp, calamari, and several kinds of shellfish.
That was our last day on the Amalfi Coast, at least on this trip. We must come back! We drove down the coast the next day and enjoyed our first stay at an agriturismo that night. Tomorrow I’ll have some photos of Lena with pigs and horses and kittens (oh my!).
