Funky Friday

For Funky Friday, I tried to post another video, but it didn't work - so here's a funky little pink Fiat Bambino instead. We met the owner while wandering the grounds of an Abbey in Burgundy - Guess what, we recognised her due to her apparel. She was wearing all pink.

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PS Can anyone advise me on posting videos??????

Rome and Campo de Fiori

Up early in Viareggio for the long drive to Rome. We could have stayed longer in Viareggio as it had a marvellous feel about it – People were friendly and seemed to have smiles on their faces when meeting with you.

We hit the Motorway by 8.30 am with a breakfast stop at 10.00 am at one of those huge motorway service stations that seem to sprout out of the horizon. They were huge enough to almost be a small village in their own right. Our mission was to get to Rome in the shortest possible time. We were making good time until we reached the outskirts of Florence. The traffic slowed a little with cars and trucks looking for the off ramps to their destinations.

From Florence to Rome was all plain sailing with the occasion side wind blowing the little Citroen C3 around a bit.

On reaching the outer ring road of Rome, it was then our mission to find the right outlet to Rome airport where we would leave the car for the next five days.

And then, it all happened – arriving at a trident of off ramps, why couldn’t I select the correct one. I ended up in the suburbs of Rome with no way of finding the on ramp back to the ring road.

That is until Sue saw this well dressed Italian man wearing a beautifully tailored suit and lovely leather Italian shoes – I suspected her motives in winding down her window and accosting this particular gentleman.

Nevertheless, he directed us back on the ring road and we were off to the long term parking of Da Vinci airport. We caught the train to Rome and met our son Andrew who would stay with us for the next two weeks. Sue felt so relieved to be back as a family (as Mothers do) again. Our other son, Mitch was at home in Melbourne looking after Murphy our Irish Wolf Hound and the cats.

We took a taxi from the station to our apartment in the Campo De Fiori (Field of Flowers). It did get a bit  stressful so after we put our bags in the apartment, it was time to relax in the piazza with a beer and pizza, which by the way was just outside our doorway.

Campo De Fiori (Field of Flowers) in Renaissance times

Today's Campo de Fiori

Campo de Fiori today (2006 that is) The blue door was to our apartment building.

Horses and carts replaced by technology

Philosopher, Giordano Bruno was burnt at the stake for heresy in 1600 in Campo de Fiori.
His stature looks defiantly towards the Vatican I'm told.

After dinner, pasta and salad of course, it was time to discover our surroundings on a balmy evening in Rome.

The next day Sue was looking forward to the market in the Piazza of Campo de Fiori.

Another great end to a day full of adventure - All is Well.

Enjoy the atmosphere of Campo de Fiori as we did over a nice cool beer.

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On my Back

Last Thursday, I was leaning into the passenger seat of my car to pick up the milk that I had bought for the office kitchen when, ouch - something went in my back. The previous week at Gym, I did a thing in my glute, rump, rear end. It was a bit niggly for a week and then this thing happened.
Well I spent two days in bed catching up on blogs and reading. Even watched a great movie on the laptop - an Italian thing called La Vita e' Bella, Life is Beautiful. If I said I didn't shed a tear at the end, I would be fibbing. It was a sad/happy ending in different ways but it might have been my sore back that made me get a bit misty.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pysuUJhOnv4

The covers of two great movies we watched this weekend.

The following night Sue and I watched "Amelie" again, a rather quirky French movie starring Audrey Tautou. Her face is magical. Watch the trailer.
http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi2330460441/

On the side bar of our blog are links to a couple of blokes from the US that settled in France. I caught up with their progression to retirement in the Loire, looking for and buying a property. Check out their blogs.
http://wcs4.blogspot.com/
http://ckenb.blogspot.com/

So this weekend's blog is like a rudderless boat, bouncing around with no direction really. As I walked out, no hobbled out the front door with Sue to go to my doctor's appointment, I couldn't help but to admire the bulb's in our garden sprouting green things out of the earth. I have no idea what colours will sprout from the green, only that spring is not far away.

Sue, I planted all these bulbs here (or was it you) years ago and I still don't know what flowers emerge.

The Camelia bush now has lotsa buds and the first two flowers have emerged.

The weeping cherry is starting to bud - Our pet  Beagle Mac is buried below it and it seems we might have Beagle shaped blossom this year. (did I really say that?)

Alyssum is sprouting out allover the the paving - lookin' good.

As I walked out the gate, I said to Sue that I really should mow the lawns this weekend - "Oh! you poor thing, you can't do that with your back", see there is a silver lining in every cloud.

Even Rosita our Moggy it starting to get spring fever.

5.30 pm in Melbourne and puffy clouds blend with a previously clear blue sky

"The Doc said that I had a stretched ligament or tore a muscle which really pleased me as I've had a prolapsed disc before and I didn't want that again. Us aging elite athletes need to be a bit more careful these days I'm told.

Having said that, I have a dear friend in Paris who just competed in the European Masters Track Championships and he just produced the best times of his career at the age of 65.

Michel Briat at 65+ is doing the best times of his cycling career - European Masters Track Championships 2010

Michel has been to OZ for the Worlds where I met him and we've caught up in Paris 2009 and 2010.

Funky Friday

I found this in a newspaper I happen to be reading weeks ago - a very clever cartoon by Shelly.
I've noticed that this (Fashion Trend) has almost moved on around our part of town, thankfully.
I could never appreciate the "Muffin Top" thing!!!!!
What about you?

Menton to Viareggio

Viareggio in Italy and Rome

Motorways and the speed that the cars and motorcyclists travel at is something we are not used to in Australia. Our maximum speed is 100 kph or in some cases 110 kph. Sure we have a few crazies - generally the speed limit is adhered to.

An early start without breakfast saw us out of Menton and on the motorway. We decided to have breakfast on the road in Italy. The technology of the motorway amazed us with tunnels through the middle of mountains and over bridges high above the valleys. The views towards the ocean were amazing, that is if you have a chance to look at 130 kph. Incidently the little Citroen C4 was comfortable ambling along at that speed however we were blown into the weeds by the odd Ferrari, Maser or Lambo travelling past us as if we were standing still.

There was a moment we thought we heard the roar of a jet plane above us only to discover three motorcycle riders pass us at what seemed to be at least 200 plus kph. We heard, we thought we saw, and they were gone - down through the abyss of dark tunnels into the mountains. Very scary stuff. We looked at each other in amazement and hoped we wouldn’t have to pick up their remains further down the road.

Viareggio has a carnival atmosphere, well at least the Sunday we arrived it had. The colours of Italy were on show.

Leaving early, the drive to Viareggio was effortless and Sue’s navigation was flawless (this time).

Viareggio has a population of 55,000 and a wonderful layout that made it simple to find our overnight stopover hotel. On this first trip (2006), I was apprehensive about larger cities from a driving aspect and consequently we missed a few opportunities and experiences.

I found a parking spot directly outside the hotel and we were met by a lovely family who owned it. Their son had travelled to Australia previously and his father took a liking to Sue. Although she couldn’t speak Italian, he thought she had the song and dance to match.

Little stalls littered the Promenade creating all sorts of photographic interests.

We decided to explore our surroundings on a sunny Sunday afternoon. People, young families, teenagers on scooters, seniors were walking the beachside promenade and just enjoying the sunny sky – weather perfect. How good is life?

Sue and I enjoyed the local Ice Cream and later a cool and refreshing beer, then just took in the sights.
Feeling mellow by now, we returned to our hotel room balcony to enjoy a glass of red before dinner.

The parking God blessed us once again with a spot directly outside our hotel and that's where the car stayed until the morning. Our tour of Vareggio was confined to walking. After two long days of car travel, we needed to stretch the legs.

Piero’s son, Lucca (the one that had been to Oz) was in the foyer when we returned, and Sue asked him for a recommended “local” restaurant, not a tourist one! He hesitated when we said we had no Italian but Sue said we didn’t care, we just wanted to eat locally and well.

He recommended a little family owned place in the backblocks no more than ½ a km away. If you are ever in Viareggio, the restaurant is called La Vecchia Bettola. He also gave us his name and the name of the hotel to show them if they weren't keen about our lack of language.

Sunday is promenade day in Viareggio - a sunny day brings the people out to stroll.

Our travels seem to be full of sitting on balconies and drinking in the local atmosphere.

Sue talking now - We turned up at 8.00 and were the only people there. The young waitress wouldn’t answer when we spoke in English to her – off she ran to the kitchen saying “Stranieri”, (foreigners). I guess they don’t get many tourists but this is just what we were searching for.


The menu was written in Italian on a bit of a brown paper bag. I don't think they normally used a menu, but it was hard to know as the guy who seated us didn't speak at all, and the young girl who served us put things on the table and ran away! I think we felt more like Martians than Australians. We  also get hungry before the average Italian,  and we were in the restaurant by ourselves.
We ordered, antipasto de mer and then rabbit for Leon and fritto misto for me. They brought us out some (unordered) Tuscan style bean soup to start which was very spicy and yummy, with some Tuscan style bread. It has always amazed me that France and Italy are so close but while French bread is wonderful, Italian bread is.....not wonderful.
The antipasto was a mix of hot and cold seafood, all sparkling with freshness and crowned with one amazing dish of stuffed mussels. They had some sort of minced filling and had been tied closed with string and steamed I would say. I tried to tell the young girl how much we liked them, by this time she was smiling shyly at us, but I couldn't get much further.  I tried in vain to find a similar recipe on the internet back in Australia. Oh well.....just a memory.

Main courses were wonderful also and then we enjoyed a baci creme for dessert. They brought us strong Italian coffee (one thing fabulous about Italy) and two tiny glasses and an open bottle of Limoncello.
In all a generous and delicious meal. The bill was presented on a torn corner of what was probably the same paper bag!
After the meal we were saying how much we enjoyed it all when suddenly the smiling chef appeared from the kitchen with another serve of those stuffed mussels. We were stuffed after that dinner, but how do you say no thanks to such generosity?!
When we left, the kitchen staff came out of the kitchen to say goodbye to us. Tourists really were a novelty there. It remains one of the most memorable meals I've had, either at home in Oz or away.

OK, I'm back now - geee she takes over once she gets the keyboard - It really was a great meal and a great experience as well. Next Wednesday, we drive down the boot to Rome and leave the car at the airport before hopping the train back into Rome and our apartment at Campo de Fiori - and a market every day.

Pista Cyclismo FAUSTO COPPI - one of the great Italian cyclists both pre and post war has the cycle path named after him. For a passionate cyclist, how could I not have a photo of this simple monument to the great man?