Saturday, July 21, 2018

England and the Family Homeland

Our time in England has flown by!  It seems it was just yesterday we were nervously dodging traffic from London to Oxford trying to drive on the right side of the car on the left side of road.  It’s harder than either of us remembered.  I think that’s because the last time we did this we were young and invincible and didn’t quite realize how easy it would be to die while attempting to drive in England.  At this point, however, we are managing quite nicely and have almost conquered the art of navigating
the British traffic round about of which there are many!  We have not, however, and will never get used to the Cornish lanes which are barely wide enough for one car with tall hedges growing up either side of the car.  The tricky part is these single lane roads are two way!  That’s right.  As some of you know all too well traffic comes both ways on these little lanes.  So as you round the corner and come up over the hill, it’s possible you will meet another car coming the opposite direction.  After you both come to a quick stop, you have to negotiate who gets to drive forward and who must back up to the last drive way or slightly wider curve in the road in order for your cars to pass.  This could require a long back up!  Driving has been a bit of a challenge.





Our time in England has been divided into two segments.  We began in Oxford.  We went to visit our
niece, Julie, whom we haven’t seen since her father’s (my brother's) funeral 8 years ago.  It was wonderful to see Julie and to meet her husband, Vikram, and Vikram’s mother who was visiting from India.  The three of them had us out to their home twice for a meal and long visit.  On the second night we went for a long “country walk” to the local pub in the next village over.  The British people love to walk in the country or along the coast and Julie has picked up the custom.

The second segment of our journey took us down to Cornwall where my Grandfather grew up. We stopped off at my cousin Marion’s house in Crediton near Exeter and again made our way to the local pub for dinner.  We met Marion 30 years ago when we visited England the first time.  You all will remember Marion has been to America twice to visit with us.  She remembers with fondness our celebration of Halloween and watching our boys tunnel in the snow in Sturgis.

From Marion’s home we drove down to our rented apartment in the village of Newlyn which is just south of the town of Penzance - you know... where the pirates come from.  Actually these days there are apparently drug smugglers in Newlyn! http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-5974811/Police-bomb-squad-close-harbour-storm-yacht-arrest-two-men.html  Newlyn is usually a small quiet fishing village of about 6000.  The harbor is
filled with fishing trawlers and the homes crawl up the hills that surround the harbor.  There is a butcher, bakery, small grocery store, pharmacy, a couple of galleries and some nice seafood restaurants.  Our apartment in situated uphill - seriously uphill.  We have a switchback driveway with no turn around space at the switch.  So we  back up the hill about 50 feet and then put it in drive to go the next 50 feet up to our place.  We reverse the process on the way down.  Apart from the scary driveway, the apartment is lovely and our hosts welcomed us with English cream tea and a plethora of Cornish goodies!

Our location in Newlyn has put us in a wonderful location to see the rest of the cousins.  We went to
church in Truro with Roger and Cynthia.  We met them again, along with Keith and Margaret at the Stithians Show the next day.  Stithians, remember, is the little village where grandpa Bolitho was raised with his 6 brothers and sisters.  It has a country fair once a year that is similar to our County fairs we have in the states only with a decidedly Cornish twist.  They don't have Elephant ears.  They have Cornish pasties for fair food.  And they have a dog agility show and a display of hounds working with horses for a hunt.  Very interesting!  It was fun to be at a Stithians event.  A few days later Margaret and Keith had us to their home for dinner and today we gathered with Marion and Roger and Cynthia and Gary and his family at Roger's home in Truro for homemade Cornish pasties courtesy of Cynthia.  Tomorrow we are gathering the whole clan back in Stithians for a final luncheon out.  It has been wonderful to see the English family.









In the in between time, we have done a little exploring of the countryside.  One of the most interesting jaunts was a trip to St. Michael’s Mount.  We took a ferry over to the Island where there is a beautiful castle that was an addition to the 11th century church and monastery original to the Island.  The church still stands.  The really cool moment for me, however, was walking back on the causeway that connects the Island to the mainland.  The causeway only appears at low tide!

We also took a “country walk” to the next little harbor village called Mousehole (pronouced Mowzel.). We drove over to the beach town of St. Ives that has five beautiful sand beaches!  We visited the little church in Gulval once called the Bolitho church which has the Bolitho name plastered under stain glass windows and on monuments and over tombstones in the graveyard.  There were also apparently some Bolithos from Newlyn as the name is attached to several civic places here as well.  We also made our way to Lands End which is rather commercial these days, but still beautiful!  Cousin Marion always reminds me that when you stand at Land’s End and look out to the west, that the next stop is America.  That’s what I did yesterday.  I looked west toward home.

Our next stop is America.  We leave for home in three days time and we're ready!  This has been such a great adventure, with many interesting insights and wonderful people.  But we are ready to plant our feet on American soil again and see our immediate family again.  See you all soon!

Monday, July 16, 2018

Goodbye to Greece (Part Two)

So here’s what happened in Athens!  I ate some bad food and came down with a fine case of traveler’s revenge.  ðŸ˜’  This turn of events, however, resulted in the added adventure of visiting a Greek hospital ER when we couldn’t get the fever under control.  I share this with you because I found the hospital visit pretty interesting.  Greek medical practices are actually quite modern though they don’t have all of the equipment and staff that we have in the states.  They are short on nurses, so I ended up mostly dealing with the doctor which was a plus in many ways.  When they gave me IV fluids to bring down my fever they hung the bag on a pole without feeding it through that little machine that inevitably ends up beeping every few minutes until the nurse comes to fix it. No beeper box was fine with me. There was a decidedly small amount of paperwork.  I had to ask for a diagnosis sheet so we could apply for reimbursement from our insurance when we get home.  The doctor wrote out the diagnostic procedure and treatment plan by hand.  Mostly, I was blown away by the costs.  We had to pay for services up front and file for reimbursement later.  It cost 58 Euros to see the doctor and 95 Euros for the blood work and IV fluids.  Wow!!! Net result:  They put me on Greek antibiotics to deal with the infection, and I’m much better now.

Unfortunately, this temporary illness meant that we missed most of our Athens plans.  We did get to walk around the city a bit and visit some of the shops.  We made it to the Acropolis Museum where I enjoyed seeing the original Caryatids and we took most of the Peloponnese photo tour for Mike.





I especially enjoyed seeing the Corinthian Canal.
 The canal was begun in the time of Nero (roughly 60 AD) but was never finished.  Construction began again in 1881 and was completed in 1893.  Remember, this would have been accomplished with hand tools.  The canal cuts through a narrow isthmus that separated the Aegean Sea from the Ionian Sea.  The canal is only 4 miles longs but it allowed ships to avoid the potentially dangerous trip around the Peloponnese which could be treacherous with rocks and Islands.  In Paul's day, they used to bring the ships up on land and roll them on logs the four miles rather than risk the trip around the Peloponnese.



Unfortunately, I did not get to see the Acropolis, the Parthenon or Mars Hill, but I sent Mike out on our last day in Athens.  So I’ll let him describe it for you:  

Mike: Similar to the saying, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."  We can say, "When in Athens, visit the Acropolis."  You can get to the base of it quite easily.  Ascending to its heights is quite another matter.  First you wind your way up through the streets of the Placa - a part of town below the entrance which is filled with shops and restaurants.  On occasion you see a sign - usually hand written and not very official looking which points up the hill or around a corner to go to the Acropolis.  You honestly don't know if you can trust it or not.  I went early in the morning to try and avoid the heat of the day.  It was still plenty warm and there is precious little shade on the top.    The nice young lady behind the ticket counter offered me a Senior admittance ticket for half price which I politely refused.  I must have looked worse than I thought after climbing all those steps.  The hardest part about getting up the hill is the other people;  tons of them.  Particularly obstructive are tours whose leaders don't pull them to the side to speak with them.  Ascending to the main entrance you see the temple to Athena Nike.  This temple was built to honor Athena for giving the Athenians victory in a battle with the Persians that proved decisive.  They also put it up hoping she would help them defeat the Spartans in the Peloponessian war - which they did not.  Did you know the name of your tennis shoes means "victory?"  In an odd twist, the statue of Athena Nike had wings on it.  In an effort to make sure she gave Athens victory and no one else they clipped the wings of the goddess in her temple.  I haven't been able to get my head around that.



The Parthenon is the largest building on top of the Acropolis and they have been working on it for over twenty years.  They are not so much restoring it as trying to stop the deterioration.  You will recognize the picture of the towering white pillars.  Today we know the original builders loved color - brilliant color and decoration were part of the building enhancing its carvings and statues.  All the buildings on the hill were designed by the same architect and tie in well with one another.  Their message was simple.  "We are a powerful people - don't mess with us."  There have been many people over the centuries who have tried to co-opt the symbols of power on that hill over Athens.  Rulers have sought to bask in its grandeur.  Enemies have sought to destroy it.  Walking near its towering height and descending to Mars hill - where Paul proclaimed that God does something new in Jesus - it is no surprise that most Athenians hearing him preferred to imagine that the lives we build and the power we claim are a much better guarantee of life than a prophet who was killed by his enemies.  As if to underscore this point and the scandal of God's ways - Mars hill isn't much today.  It is a slippery and treacherous bit of rock used by most people as a way to get a good view of the city or the Acropolis and its pretensions of power.  This is one of the most enduring historical assertions of human power - a power whose frailty is made plain with the passage of time.

Sally:  Mike and I were very sad to say goodbye to Greece.  We have very much enjoyed the beauty of the natural landscape, the amazing story of its churches, and the hospitality of its people.  We are not so sad to leave the heat behind.  We are on to Britain where it is much, much cooler!  More about merry ole’ England soon!


Goodbye to Greece (Part One)

I am behind in my blog mostly due to illness.  (More on that later.)  On the way to Athens we made two important stops.  The first was to the cliffs of Meteora and the “Hanging Monasteries.”  Greece has a strong monastic tradition that I believe stems from the influence of the great number of Christian martyrs from the Greek speaking world in the early days of the church.  This tradition of suffering for one’s faith led many to seek out an austere life of prayer, reading of scripture and the church fathers and little else.  This monastic life
began in earnest on Mt. Athos in the 7th century after the Arabs conquered Egypt, Syria and Palestine which were centers of monastic life.  By the 9th century some of the monks of Mt. Athos moved to the Meteora region and began living in these single cell dwellings cut into the cliffs.  Wanting to be isolated they were accessible only by rope ladders.



Later a couple of Monks decided the cliff hermits might do better living in community and the first Great Meteora Monastery was built in the mid 14th century atop of one of the rock formations shooting into the sky.  It sits 615 meters above sea level.  Again, anyone wishing to visit this or any of the similarly constructed monasteries was either invited up a rope ladder or could choose to sit in a rope basket and be hauled up by a couple of monks.

Today the monasteries are accessed by steps that have been cut into the cliffs - lots of steps!  We visited two monasteries and it took us about half an hour to reach each one by these steps.  You have to first climb down many steps into the valley beneath the monastery before you begin the ascent up.  Both monasteries we visited had over 300 steps each.  Three things impressed me about these monasteries.  First of all, the remote beauty is extraordinary.  You cannot help being overwhelmed by the majesty of the Creator in such a place.  Secondly, I was stunned by the artwork in the sanctuaries.  The walls are covered in ancient frescoes, which graphically depicted the death of the martyrs.  Monasticism seems to draw energy from the faithfulness of the men and women of old, but I would find it challenging to worship with any joy in such a setting.  Lastly, I was surprised by the low  numbers of monks left in Meteora.  There are only 14 monks left among the five monasteries remaining.  Our guide said they have fled the visitors who flock to the area to see their beautiful monasteries and have returned to Mt. Athos.  In contrast, the two nunneries are thriving with almost 50 nuns between them.  They do not have the option of fleeing to Mt. Athos as women are not allowed on that holy mountain.

The second stop on our journey to Athens was to Delphi.  Delphi is a religious site of the ancient Greeks that was established probably as early as 1400 BC during the time of the Mycenaeans. The
ancients believed Delphi was the center of the world determined by Zeus himself.  Over time the god Apollo was worshiped there and a prophetess known as the Oracle of Delphi was said to speak for him.  People of all statures came to seek out advice from the Oracle who was said to deliver her words in a trance like state.  Alexander the Great sought her advice as did many of the Roman Emperors including Constantine.  The Christians finally shut it down in 394.


What remains in Delphi is one of the most magnificent examples of Ancient Greek ruins.  The temple grounds are impressive just on their own.  What surprised me was the amphitheater which was part of
the complex that provided poetry, theater and especially music to the community.  Further up the mountain into which this impressive ruins is built (with many many steps) is a stadium for competitive games similar to the Olympic Games in Olympus!  I was surprised to find such vibrant religious expression.  I remember learning about the Greek gods years ago back in school.  The religion was presented in such a way as to suggest that no one really believed these myths or worshiped these Gods.  Clearly, that was either a mistaken impression on my part or a  misunderstanding of the religion on my teacher’s part.  The ancient Greeks took their Gods seriously and when Paul addressed them on Mars Hill in Athens with a new teaching about a single God who had chosen to reveal himself in Jesus of Nazareth... well, Paul had his work cut out for him!

Thursday, June 28, 2018

Santorini - a little bit of Heaven

Wow!  We loved Santorini!  We have just returned from six days in Santorini - almost a week.  What an incredible place.  After a week of busy, busy travel with the Rick Steve’s Italy tour, Mike and I were pretty worn out.  Santorini was just the place to relax and recharge our batteries.  Just look at this place!



If Santorini is new to you... here’s the 30 word summary.  Santorini is an island that experienced a major volcanic eruption somewhere around 1500 - 1550 BC.  At that time there was a prehistoric community on the Island of at least 30,000, who apparently had adequate warning and  escaped.  (More about that later.) Back to the eruption.  The volcano threw huge amounts of lava and volcanic ash on to the island - so much so that the center of Island collapsed under the weight of it and sank beneath the sea leaving only the outer rim of the Island with huge cliffs on the interior side of the rim.  The outer rim included a large island and a smaller one with the sea in the middle called the “Caldera.”



Two other eruptions have happened since the major eruption in 1500 resulting in two smaller Islands being created in the middle of the Caldera.  Palea Kameni was created in 197 BC and nine eruptions have been recorded since this island first broke the surface of the water.  The last eruption was in 1950.  Nea Kameni emerged from the Caldera in 1707 and the volcanic action has continued since with three eruptions in the 20th century.  The last one was in 1950 although scientists detected a swell of molten rock in 2011-12 which caused the Island to rise out of the water by another 8-14 centimeters.  (Hmm... I think that was more than a 30 word description. Sorry about that.)


Today Santorini is considered to be one of the most beautiful Greek islands and is certainly among the most interesting places to visit because of it’s unusual geological history.  While we were there, the Island was inundated with tourists from 3-5 cruise ships each day.  We learned very quickly when not to walk through the local shopping district!

We stayed in the little town of Oia (pronounced Ee-ah.). The O is silent and the “I” has a long e sound to it.  We stayed at the far end of town which put us in a terrific place to watch the sunsets.  Our hotel was called “Golden Sunset Villas” and consisted of several small cave rooms built into the cliffs.  They were charming and very unusual!  Alternatively, one of the rooms was at the top of an ancient windmill - also quite cool.  There were two windmills in Oia.  One belonged to our hotel.  The other was next door.  At the end of the week there was a slight mix up with our departure date and we changed locations.  We moved next door (the opposite side of the second windmill) to Fanari Villas.  Same sort of cave like rooms, but these were luxury accommodations with  a private outdoor jacuzzi, double bath rooms and small living rooms.  There was a dining room with two terrace eating areas, one above the other.  We had dinner there the last night in Santorini.  They brought us a "Volcano Surprise" for desert complete with a simulated eruption.  Amazing hotels - both of them.

We had a couple of cool adventures while on the Island.  The first was a catamaran trip around the island, or at least part of it.  The crew was a small group of young Greek men in their 30s and the trip attracted a young crowd.  Mike and I were among the few people over 50 on the boat.  Most of the young people stripped to their swim suits soon after we left the harbor so we joined them. We headed first for hot springs at Nea Kameni - the active volcano.  The hots springs are at the edge of the water
and turn the water a muddy brown color.  The catamaran pulled as close as was possible and told us that if we wanted to swim in the hot springs we could dive in and swim the rest of the way.  They warned us, however, we would probably smell like sulfur and our swim suits might turn brown or orange.  They also offered to provide life jackets for those who didn’t know how to swim.  That’s when people started jumping off the boat and swimming for the hot springs.  Mike and I looked at each other in amazement.  There was no liability contract to sign.  No one was asked to take a swimming test.  No one counted how many people swam away from the boat, or took names, or created a buddy system.  Mike and I did not go.  After a while, when it seemed everyone was back on the boat, the crew just started up the engines and sailed away.  From there we went to the far side of the main island to see the Red beach and the White sand beach created by the volcanic activity.  There is also a Black beach which we did not see. Near the white beach, they offered snorkeling equipment to anyone who wanted to borrow it to look at the fish and sea bed below.  Mike took advantage of this and was awestruck by the beauty of the sea life.  The evening ended with an on board barbecue and a slow return to port at sunset.  All tolled, it was about a five hour cruise.

The second adventure took place a couple of days later when we rented a car to drive around the island.  We started with Akrotiri which is a little village on the south end of the island.  Right next to the village is an archaeological dig into what is called Ancient Akrotiri.
Ancient Akrotiri is the remains of the village of 30,000 people who lived on Santorini in 1500 B.C. when the volcano struck the island, collapsed the core and reduced it only the rim of the original island.  Like Pompeii  the resulting lava acted as a natural preservative for the town, only the Akrotiri eruption happened 1500 1600 years earlier.  Unlike Pompei, however, there are no human remains and the most valuable pieces are not present indicating the people had ample time to pack up their valuables and leave the Island.  These people were the Ancient Minoans and the original community was on Crete, visible from Santorini on a very clear day.  It’s likely they went there for safety.  Unfortunately, the eruption created a huge tidal wave estimated to be 820 ft high moving at a speed of 217 miles per hour.  It reached Crete in half an hour and many historians believe this is what destroyed the Minoan civilization.

Visiting the archeological site of this ancient community is a pretty awesome experience.  First of all, the archeologists took the time to set up the dig correctly, building the necessary foundations and creating a roof over the dig to protect the site itself as well as the archeologists.  A couple of years ago the roof was reconstructed with better technology and is a wonder in an of itself!  It makes the place very comfortable for visitors.
 I can hardly do justice to describing this place of ancient civilization.  But let me say a few things about it.  Their homes were surprisingly large with several rooms to a home.  Many of them were two and three stories high with steps leading from one floor to another.  They had running water, indoor lavatories and a city sewer system!  
They had incredible art on the walls - most of which has been taken to the Archeological museum in Athens.  Yes, it’s on our list to see when we visit Athens soon.  Some historians have suggested that Akrotiri may be the ancient city of Atlantis that’s is thought to be mythological.  The legend describes an ancient city of art and poetry and great happiness that sank into the sea.  That sounds like Akrotiri.  I just kept thinking about how often we assume we modern people are so much smarter than the ancient undeveloped people of the past.  Akrotiri sure takes that idea to task!  What a privilege to see this amazing place!

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

I Found It! (Or at least part of it.)

Tuesday, June 19th was an amazing day.  It’s the day I found the early church, or at least a part of it.  I didn’t really even know I was looking for it until we visited San Clemente near the Coliseum in Rome.  This was part of our Rick Steve’s Italy tour, and was the last official day of the tour.  We had been to Venice, Florence and were now in Rome.  The day before we visited the Vatican and St. Peter’s which I found to be sadly disappointing.  The power, prestige, and riches of the cahurch which are meant to impress felt very distant from the Jesus of Nazareth I believe in.

So on this last day of the Rick Steve’s tour, we set out for the Coliseum and the Roman Forum.  As a way of setting the stage for this tour our guide took us first to San Clemente - a 12th century basilica. Ho hum.  Not even very old.  Our guide, Francesca, explained our visit would help us understand how the layers of Roman civilizations get uncovered.

Once inside I was impressed by the beautiful and rather simple sanctuary built on the model of what had been a fourth century basilica.  There was a large choir section right in the middle of the church for intimate daily worship.  As it turns out, this choir section was taken directly from the original fourth century basilica and is decorated with early Christian symbols - not the cross.  The cross was not used as a symbol of Christianity until the late fourth century/early fifth century.  Instead it is decorated with the fish (which is an acronym for the words: Jesus Christ, son of God, savior), the dove - a symbol of peace and the vine - a symbol of the Eucharist or communion (the vine held the grapes from which communion wine was made.)



The chancel mosaic was also quite beautiful and is so characteristic of 4th and fifth century theology that it has been suggested it was simply a copy of the original church’s mosaic.  Jesus is pictured on a cross that is the tree of life planted on the hill of paradise with rivers flowing out of it.  The doves, here a symbol of souls, decorate the cross.  A deer drinks from the river and the phoenix is pictured - a symbol of immortality.  The inscription underneath reads, “Let us liken the Church of Christ to this vine.”  And the scenes around the rivers show people and animals drawing substance and life from the river.  What a wonderful image for the purpose of Christ and Christ’ church.  Our tour, however, was not over.

Francesca, our guide, invited us to follow her.  We headed through a hall and down a staircase.  While we were descended the stairs she explained that in 1857, a Father Joseph Mullooly, the then prior of San Clemente, had discovered a loose tile in the floor of the church, and having lifted it discovered an old pillar descending under the church.  he spear headed an effort to excavate under the church and discovered the original fourth century church buried beneath.  Francesca took us below to this very sanctuary to which St. Jerome refers to in 390 as “a church in Rome that preserves the memory of St. Clement to this day.”  Clearly this basilica was built sometime between the Edict of Milan in 313 which allowed Christianity to come out into the open and 390 when we hear it is a thriving church community.


The fourth century church was remarkable with frescoes around the room and a simple altar with an anchor on the front of it - another ancient symbol of Christianity, recognizing Christ as the anchor that holds us true in troubled waters.  The tour, however, was not over.  Francesca explained there was more below.  We headed down another set of stairs and found a second century building that belonged to someone who had practiced Mithraism, a religion popular with soldiers in Rome at the time when Christianity was also beginning to flourish.  Mithraism died out in the fourth century.

We continued around the corner and sat down in a brick room.  Francesca pointed out the herringbone bricks on the floor and the patterned stone work on the walls characteristic of first century homes.  She said these brick rooms (there were several) were attached to a large public area that remains un-excavated because such an effort would endanger the present church.  That public area, however, is believed to have belonged to a Christian named Clement who made his space available in the late 1st century/early second century to Christians for worship.  We were sitting in a room that either was an early house church or was next to a room that was an early house church on top of which a fourth century basilica was built over which a 12th century basilica was constructed years later.  This was holy ground.  I had chills.  In fact, Mike and I came back again the next day just to sit in this space and think about those early Christians sitting together, perhaps listening to one of Peter’s disciples retelling the stories Peter had told him and breaking bread together and drinking out of a common cup remembering Jesus.

There are a lot of Christian traditions and Christian churches that have grown up since the first century when those early believers gathered in hope because they were convinced God had done something unique and profound through Jesus of Nazareth.  I’ve been looking for those early believers and trying to grasp something of their experience.  I think I found them, at least maybe a few of them.

Postscript...  There is more below this last first century level.  There is evidence of a building that was destroyed in the great Roman fire of 64 AD.  Nero, looking for someone to blame, accused the Christians of setting fire to the city and a great persecution swept through the church in Rome.

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Mike Has a New Alias

Mike has often said that he looks like a lot of people.  All his life he has had people approach him in restaurants and stores with big smiles of recognition assuming Mike is their long lost uncle or the guy who lived down the hall in college or a friend from high school.  He has literally had people argue with him about his identity, quite certain Mike was lying about who he really is.  Well... it has happened again.

From the moment we started the Rick Steve’s tour in Italy there were members of the tour group who thought Mike “sure looked like Rick Steves.”  In fact a couple of them questioned him quite closely thinking perhaps “Rick” was traveling incognito to see how the tours were going these days.  The coup de gras came on the night we were out to dinner with the tour group in Florence.  We were having a wonderful group meal at a restaurant.  Mike got up to take a group picture.  Sounds like our Mike, right?  Of course he was egging everyone on encouraging raised glasses and big smiles.  I’m sure it attracted attention in the next room where the waiters had probably mentioned to a few of them that a “Rick Steve’s Tour” was having a meal in the next room.  A few minutes later a couple came into where we were dining and approached Mike.

“We always use your books when we travel,” they said to Mike holding out their Rick Steve’s Guide to Italy.  “Would you mind signing our book?”

Poor Mike.  He was kind as he could be explaining there had been a mistake and he was not Rick Steves.  That’s when several members of the group chimed in, “What you mean, Rick?  Go ahead!  Sign their book!”  But Mike insisted he could not sign because he is not Rick Steves!

Here’s a picture of Mike in front of the Coliseum and a picture of Rick Steves. Do you think they look alike?





Saturday, June 23, 2018

Musica A Palazzo

We survived the Rick Steve’s Tour of Italy!  What a busy, busy tour.  We are now quietly located on the Greek Island of Santorini enjoying a little rest and great beauty.  Everywhere we look there is an amazing vista. I want to recall a couple of amazing days of the tour for you and will add a couple of blogs in the next few days.

The best night we had in Venice was spent in the Palazzo Barbarigo Minotto which is a 15th century Gothic Palace overlooking the Grand Canal.  Mike and I, in a free evening, went to see and hear a production of Verdi’s La Traviata, a tragic opera.  The Opera was put on by the Musica A Palazzo which is technically a traveling opera company although they consistently perform in the Barbarigo Palace in Venice.

Verdi’s opera is performed in three acts and all three acts took place in different rooms of the Palace.  We, the audience, moved with the performers after each act.  The really fun part of seeing the opera in this setting is the audience becomes part of the set and the singers interact with the audience frequently.  So for instance, in the first scene, we were all part of a great party.  The soprano hostess went around kissing the ladies in the audience in welcome as she was singing.  Later she handed out champagne glasses for her final toast in the scene.  At one point in the second act Mike found himself seated next to this same soprano as she sat at her writing desk composing a letter to her beloved.  I think he found it a little unnerving to be sitting next to this woman as she was pouring her heart out in song beside him!  It was truly a magical night!  We were not able to take pictures of the actual performance, but Rick Steve’s has a video of the night he visited.  Click here to get a glimpse of the Musica A Palazza along with a bit about St. Mark’s square in Venice: https://youtu.be/w5iFgVaAAos.

Just to add to the remarkable evening... we came out of the palazzo at the end of the night, heading back to our hotel, only to find the streets of Venice partially flooded!  We had to wade through water over our ankles to get back to the Main Street!  We moved through the streets to St. Mark’s Square
which we needed to cross to get back to our hotel and found the entire square flooded.  People (mostly young people) were splashing around the square in water up to mid calf in some places. There was no way to cross it without getting really wet, so we back-tracked and wove our way through other streets getting only a little lost on the way.  Many of the streets were wet and some of them flooded.  Luckily the street on which our hotel was situated was only wet!  The water had already receded.

You may have heard that Venice is sinking into the sea.  Venice is actually a series of Islands that were built on fallen trees.  It is sometimes called the floating city. There are a variety of reasons that contribute to the flooding problem.  If you want to see a few pictures of recent floods, click here:  https://www.theguardian.com/cities/gallery/2015/jun/16/history-flooding-sinking-city-venice-in-pictures.  The city is in the process of building an elaborate system of gates designed to close off the waters at high tide to try to address the problem.  Hopefully this beautiful city will still be around for our grandchildren.