We
woke up early in Bari, feeling good about the world. Puglia had been everything we expected –
lovely food, crowded beaches with lots of disco music and a wonderful medieval quarter.
But it was time to move. The journey from the East Coast to the West Coast of
Italy promised to be a quiet one. So we made our way out, past the industrial
city, some kids walking with a soccer ball, an elder man standing in the
street, chatting, the Italians being the Italians.
Only
four days to go on our journey, so we’d make the most of it on our way through
the curly roads, over mountains, through fields of olives and cactai.
Follow
the sign for Potenza noted Caroline.
Two
hours into the drive, we found ourselves on the way to Potenza.
Maybe
we can find an Osteria, I noted.
Caroline
pulled out her phone, found one, and set up instructions
And
we wound our way to a nondescript Antic
Osteria Marconi on Viole Marconi in Potenza.
It
has a Michelin Star.
Dark
on the inside with a few wine bottles, a waiter walked us to a table outside in
a garden.
The
food looks wonderful.
Dressed
in purple, the little one lay out in the grass.
I
joined her for the first of several mini conferences.
This
little gem could be the secret of the trip we thought as food arrived, cod with
truffle, risotto, etc.
The
teenager sat thinking about getting back to New York City.
So
Dorothy, tell me about your favorite places to travel, asked Caroline.
She
rattled off a few places we’d been:
The
Cumberland Hotel in South Carolina in 2018. I loved the parches with trees and
humming birds the reading areas and tasking menus of wonderful continental
fair.
The
Isle
of Sur La Sorge in Provence with the family in 2017, watching the little
ones bounce on the trampoline, running from the trampoline to the pool, the
last restaurant we stumbled into.
The
full moon over the Hotel El Hombre, on par with the Taj Mahal, 2010.
The
Peninsula Hotel, Hong Kong, touring China with Virginia.
The
Imperial Hotel Japan. Everything was scaled smaller. 1961.
The
Oriental Hotel Bangkok, 1961, Mom continued. It had a swimming pool between it
and the river. Everybody sat out and had drinks. That’s when I discovered the foreign services
people hung out there. I ordered a Tom
Collins. They said John. And it was the
same. That was the first time I had mangos. They opened them and they pressed
up and cut them into squares. I thought it was very elegant. The foreign
service guys were glad to meet an American girl who had traveled the world. I
definitely quality for the Explorers Club.
What
has all the travel taught you?
Not
to let the small things get me down.
Appreciate
the small things, I thought.
The
beauty of the mangos.
The
statue of the men peeing in front of the Kakfa Museum.
The
girls started rattling off some of their favorite travel, Galacia
in Spain, that magic view, The Isle
of Sur La Sorge, Ireland,
Sicily
together.
Bordeaux
when all the birds flew up in the air, out of the bamboo forest behind the
house, noted Caroline. I’ll never forget the first time I tasted that hot thick
chocolate in Spain. I couldn’t believe
something that good existed.
The
little one followed noting Isle
of Sur La Sorge and the pool, Agrigento, Sicily with the pool, peacocks and
the view of the valley of the temples, Bordeaux,
the
food in Burgos, and the Sissi Museum in Vienna
O
Cebreiro in Galacia on the top of the Mountain noted the teenager… that
magic view of the window.
I
was so tired walking up there that I was talking with the trees and they were
talking back.
And
the hotel
in Lisbon after our 2016 trip, where the kids never left.
It’s
a lifetime of stories and journeys that have taken us to this place where we
are now together, in Agripoli where we are staying right now.
Hopefully
we’ve all become citizens of the world.
Caroline
commented,
“I feel like I’ve seen a lot of Italy. There
have been really special and surprising places along the way. I recommend to
anyone who hasn’t been south of Rome to go. Naples is a must. If you get the
hankering to see Paestum then visit Agropoli and stay at La Colombaia Hotel.
Stay here and forget yourself for awhile.”
Three
days to go.
There we are. We finally made it to Agropoli for dinner at La Colombaia Hotel. |
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