Mario and Rossella are collectors of antiques, especially antique tools, essential devices in the time before the invention and use of engines and motors. In this last album of the series, here are some of their treasures. Maybe you can help identify some of them!
When traveling in Italy, I am aware of the cultural differences in subtle ways. I notice that the urban landscape is not littered with franchise restaurants. Yes, McDonald’s has a presence, but it is a small one. There do not appear to be nationwide Starbucks or Dairy Queen-equivalent chains; instead, local proprietors set up espresso bars and gelato shops. When Italians go out to eat, they don’t ask what ethnic cuisine to seek. There are few non-Italian options (mostly Asian), because Italians just can’t find anything better than their own. And they have good reason to think so.
Here is a sampling of the food we enjoyed during this trip.
On learning that Vesuvius is overdue for its next eruption, we decided to go visit the famous volcano. Who knows, it may be only weeks before it next erupts!
Getting to Vesuvius is a multi-step process. You drive to a “parking area” (which is really one lane of a two lane road allocated to parking) at 800m elevation. You pay for the parking.
Then you pay for a shuttle to take you to a foot trail entrance gate at 1000m.
Then it becomes challenging. Entry is by pre-sold tickets available online only. This is a popular trail in a national park, and the park limits the number of hikers on the trail. The tickets are sold out weeks in advance, but there is a “last minute” ticket mechanism, limited by the number of people on the trail at the moment. They release ten tickets every half-hour or so, and to get one you must request, be approved, and purchase them on-site.
But there is no ticket agent at the gate to do this. It is done online only. We are near the summit of the volcano in a mountain wilderness area with limited cell phone connections and we need to go online somehow to do this.
Recognizing this situation, the park set up a local wifi. There is a poster at the entry gate (in Italian) that helps to connect to it. Fortunately, I have my personal translator available. This is the beginning of a lengthy process that included the following steps, nearly all of which required entering and re-entering your name, address, and email:
We needed assistance three or four times to get through these gauntlets, with Poldi speaking Italian with the park entry attendants and playing the “we’re old and don’t understand” card.
Eventually, we got it, and the ticket image with its barcode appeared on my phone, but then, presenting it at the gate turnstile, with its scanner, I could not place the phone in the correct position. Once again, the attendant had to hold my phone in the right spot for me. Sometimes it’s embarrassing to be a retired computer pioneer.
On narrow European streets, smaller is better, so Poldi rented a Fiat 500 for our visit to Naples. She paid extra so that we could both be drivers. I was pleased that the seat could accommodate my long legs, and I looked forward to driving a manual transmission again. Normally, I drive, she navigates, but as I attempted to pull out of the rental car lot, it became apparent that something was wrong. I could not feather the clutch, and hitting the brake pedal caused the engine to rev. My feet were too big to fit in the well, and my shoes were interfering with the side wall and the other pedals. I could not drive this car!
Poldi came to the rescue. Her dainty size-9 feet were compatible with the assumptions made by Fiat’s engineers, and she was able to drive to our accommodations. I don’t measure up to her navigator skills, so I’m wondering if maybe all I need is a pair of fine Italian shoes to drive this car.
Driving the city streets in Italian traffic is harrowing. Poldi is still getting accustomed to the Fiat’s clutch and gearbox, and I am on my learning curve as a navigator. I am constantly annoyed at the “forward is up” dynamic orientation used by Apple Maps on my phone GPS display (why can’t I just set a preference for “north is up?”). Somehow, we got through the Napoli traffic without incident, despite the best efforts of motorcycles weaving around cars and pedestrians. I don’t see why there aren’t more collisions.
When we get past the city traffic and narrow winding streets, the roads remain narrow and winding, and in mountainous terrain sometimes with curves so tight they place large mirrors to provide a glimpse of approaching cars, uphill or downhill.
We marvel at the busses that require both lanes to make the turn. Poldi encountered one. The bus stopped. Poldi stopped. It was up to her to reverse and go up the road she was descending to provide clearance for the bus. Unfortunately, the car slipped out of gear as she tried. After several such false efforts and repeated slips, she had finally backed up enough for the bus to pass.
This album includes a photo of the little Fiat, and some pictures of the funky hostel where we stayed for a week. It was as you might envision: young people finding the most economical way to travel through foreign lands, engaging with each other as they prepare meals in the communal kitchen and philosophising over beer at night. We were the old hippies in the group, enjoying the virtual trip back to the sixties.
In the history of humans before engines and motors, which is pretty much all of civilization, everything had to be done by muscle, either human or animal, with the exception of a few locations where wind and water energy could be harnessed. On Crete, in the fertile lands of the Lasithi Plateau, windmills were built to power millstones for grinding grain, and to pump water into irrigation canals (which of course were dug by hand).
We saw the remnants of old windmills, stone structures built where the wind was strongest, and windmills in fields, most of them no longer working, replaced by motor-driven pumps when electric power became available.
Our travels take us to another beach, Elafonisi, famous for its pink sand beaches. It is very popular and we spent another afternoon in the sun. There is no pink sand however, except for a small patch we discovered at the far side of the lagoon.
Pictures of this part of Crete are in this album:
As a young grade school student who had recently learned to read, I felt like the world had just opened up to me. There was so much to know, and now that I could read books, it was all accessible. I had a tightly specified and enforced bedtime, but my parents allowed a loophole around that rule: I could stay up for a half-hour beyond, but only if I was reading.
I consumed many books during this grace period, and among my favorites were stories of ancient Greek and Roman mythology. At one time I could recite the Greek gods, their Roman equivalents, and knew their histories and backgrounds. I knew the important venues for the stories as well: the Oracle of Delphi, Hercules and the Augean stables, and the Labyrinth of Knossos, where the Minotaur was held captive.
This is my knowledge of Crete as we arrived: this is where the Minotaur lived! And where Theseus ultimately slew it.
We visited the excavated remnants of the palace of Knossos. It was a dominating center of influence for centuries, but after millennia, it is now rubble. Archeologists have recovered amazing artifacts from it and other influential sites, which are beautifully displayed in the Archaeological Museum in Heraklion. Check out the photos contained in this album.
After visiting the museum, we took a day trip to Matala, a beautiful seaside town in the south of Crete. It had been discovered in the 60s by popular musicians, who would come here to escape their lives of celebrity, and do the things that rock and roll musicians liked to do. Which also included writing music. This is the place where Joni Mitchell crafted much of her famous “Blue” album, and she is still celebrated and honored. The hippie vibe still lives here.
We had no intent of spending an entire afternoon at the beach, but that is what happened. We can see why this place is so appealing. You can see a few photos in this album as well.
I’ve had the pleasure of touring Italy twice before, each time accompanied by my partner, now wife, Poldi, as guide and translator. She lived there, acquired the language, and acquired a host family during her time as an AFS exchange student. She returned every few years to keep her connections strong.
With COVID, our plans to visit were cancelled. And the years since have been filled with other events, so it was almost a matter of urgency as Poldi made travel plans to visit this year. And as long as we are there, why not make up for the lost trip to see Pompeii?
Here is a collection of photos of Poldi’s Italian home, her Italian sisters, and our outings in this northern area that includes the Italian Alps. Other albums contain the trip to Naples and Pompeii.
I had been to New York City a few times in my life. Each was somewhat accidental: a business trip, a delivery of childhood possessions to children who had grown, and a trip to witness a career accomplishment (a film festival screening) of one of them. Each had a primary purpose, and there was inadequate time to explore the vast experiences that New York City offers. I was not able to be a sightseeing tourist.
This occasion was different. There was no preset agenda or itinerary; we were taking the opportunity to spend a few days with Poldi’s son Shal’s family living in Brooklyn before beginning our travels to Europe. Poldi asked me if there was anything I’d like to do while we were visiting.
Well, I was always curious about the structure and construction of the world’s tallest sculpture (for a hundred years), the Statue of Liberty. Could I climb the spiral staircase inside?
Despite having lived in New York since attending film school twenty years ago, Shal had never visited the famous landmark. This sounded like a great outing to him. Since there were tourist ferries every twenty minutes to it, we could just show up at the dock and tag along.
It turns out that it is not as simple as catching a subway train, and we had to pre-register for a position on the ferry. Security checks were involved before boarding. And if you wanted to go on the tour of its interior, sign up a month ahead. I would not get in this trip (probably for the better, based on the claustrophobia I might suffer).
It was a wonderful experience. Liberty Island is as beautiful as the sculpture it hosts. I have pictures of it in this album of our New York City segment of this trip.
Most people now acknowledge that the climate has changed, even if they don’t agree on the reasons for it. Some of us are old enough to have seen the change firsthand.
As a teenager in 1970, I went on a hike with my family in Glacier National Park, a six-mile and 2000 foot climb to Grinnell Glacier. It was a thrilling experience to be hiking in the mountains, and then to actually walk out onto a real glacier! Both mountains and glaciers were things I had read about, but never personally experienced.
It was a ranger-led hike, and I learned a lot from the ranger’s descriptions of the geology, the plant and animal life, and the nature of glaciers, for which this park was named. I remember him telling us that the glaciers were shrinking. Nobody knew why, but it was possible that in a century they would all be gone. The park would still be called “Glacier”, but for the characteristic and beautiful glacier-cut valleys, not for the presence of glaciers themselves.
I have since had the opportunity to visit a few other glaciers including Sperry Glacier, also in Glacier Park, and the Athabasca Glacier, part of the Columbia Ice Fields of Banff National Park in Alberta Canada. Of course, whenever I have made these excursions, I have taken pictures, which have remained sequestered away in old photo albums or shoeboxes.
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When I was first learning astrophotography, I had the bad luck of beginner’s luck. I got an early good result, a picture of the Andromeda Galaxy, and then spent years discovering all the things that can go wrong with this technical hobby.
The equipment has improved immensely since those days of making long duration, manually guided exposures onto film, but the opportunities for fatal mistakes has not seemed to diminish, and the challenges of solar imaging are no less demanding than those of deep sky imaging– just different.
So I knew that I needed to practice my plan to photograph the solar eclipse. There were too many things that all needed to go right, and too many opportunities to make a mistake.
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