Girl Meets Sicilian Food: A Love Story

1 Nov

In a recent post (See “In My Mind, I’m Already There”), I created a short wish list of hotels and destinations–places I wanted to visit in the near future. On that list were Grand Hotel Timeo and Villa Sant’Andrea in Taormina, Sicily, two Orient-Express properties whose websites alone made me weak in the knees.

Well, I did it. I managed to get myself to Sicily and stay at these two hotels, and all I can say is “wow.” Beautiful, gorgeous, and stunning are understatements. The settings were picture-perfect: drop-dead ocean views, rose-filled gardens, dramatically crashing waves, and the trail of smoke escaping from the peak of an active volcano.

Then there were the rooms: classically elegant, spacious, impeccably designed masterpieces, with private balconies on which I sat, drank cappuccino, and admired the view.

But, if I were forced to describe and relive only one thing, I think it would have to be the food. Indeed, the food of Sicily was enough to make me stay there forever, forgetting all about life in…wait, where do I live? Oh right, NY. New York makes good food. Sicily LIVES good food. Some meals were so good, I leaned back, sighed, touched my cheek, and thought “is this a tear of joy?”.

At Villa Sant’Andrea and Grand Hotel Timeo, the food was as beautiful as the setting, as delicious as the waiters serving it (sorry, but I do love Italian men), and perhaps the best hotel food I’ve ever experienced. It began and ended at the hotels. I’d feast for breakfast, make my way out into the city to feast some more, and then come back to home sweet home, where pasta alla “Norma”, insanely good cannoli’s, and bucket-loads of fresh mozzarella were waiting for me.

It was also a bit of a joke during the trip that I was a cannoli addict–I said if I went missing, my friends would no doubt find me on the bathroom floor, rings of powdered sugar around my mouth and nose, shaking and begging for one more hit of that sweet, sweet ricotta. I taste-tested several cannoli’s–one in the small town of Savoca, where a scene of “The Godfather” was filmed; one at a restaurant in Taormina; one at a bakery in Taormina; and four (yes, four) at Grand Hotel Timeo. The winner was no doubt Grand Hotel Timeo, but I’d be happy to do it all over again and see if the results change.

So, there you have it: I had a love affair with Sicilian food. Loaves and loaves of thick, crusty bread; pounds of fine, earthy olive oil; pasta like it was going out of style; cheese like it was my last chance to ever eat cheese; enough seafood to make marine biologists slightly worried; and enough pastries to put me into diabetic shock. It was a beautiful affair, one I am still feeling each and every day, long since leaving….particularly because I can’t close my jeans.

My African Adventure…the official article

10 Oct

Here it is, my article on my journey through Southern Africa, as planned by the amazing Africa Adventure Company. Read all about one of the best weeks of my life.

Magical, Mystical Africa (click here)

In My Mind, I’m Already There…

5 Oct

Today, for me, is devoted to wishful thinking. Soon enough, children the world over will begin writing their Christmas lists (and Chanukah lists, too), and I will be way ahead of schedule, continuing work on my Travel Wish List. Sure, I’d like to hit another dozen or so countries in the next year, but more realistically, or more specifically, I have several places that top the list for the end of 2011/beginning of 2012 time period. They are (in no particular order):

HACIENDA SANTA INES, COSTA RICA
A sprawling private estate in the mountains of Costa Rica, this extravagant (and monstrous) property features private chefs, daily massages, equestrian facilities, greenhouses, pools, game rooms, transportation via helicopter, a petting zoo, and a partridge and a pear tree. Oh, and the rates start at $12,000/night.

Hacienda Santa Ines

CASTELLO DI VICARELLO, TUSCANY
This 12th century castle in the Maremma region of Tuscany has only seven guest rooms, and oozes Tuscan charm. All meals are cooked in the kitchen by Aurora, the owner’s wife, and feature home-grown ingredients, farm-fresh dairy, and the property’s homemade olive oil. They have a vineyard from which they produce their own wines, two swimming pools, a spa, and views of the rolling hills for miles and miles. The one problem is, I’d never leave.

Castello di Vicarello

GRAND HOTEL TIMEO and THE VILLA SANT’ANDREA, SICILY
Both of these gorgeous luxury hotels in Taormina, Sicily are Orient Express properties–my favorite hotel group–and both are divine. The Grand Hotel Timeo was built in 1873 and features spectacular views of Mount Etna, while Villa Sant’Andrea sits on a private beach on the Bay of Mazzaro, allowing guests to sip local Nero d’Avola wine and eat fresh seafood while feeling sorry for everyone back home. Something tells me I will be making this trip happen very soon…

Grand Hotel Timeo

ELLERMAN HOUSE, CAPE TOWN, SOUTH AFRICA
Okay, this is kind of cheating, because I’ve already been there, but it was only one night, and I really really really want to go back. Located in Bantry Bay with the most spectacular views of the Atlantic, this former private estate is as elegant a place as I’ve ever seen. The rooms are each unique, large, and jaw-dropping, most with ocean views, and the staff makes you feel as if it’s your own private home. If only it were.

MACHU PICCHU SANCTUARY LODGE, PERU
So, I’m dying to see Machu Picchu. I’d stay at any old place there if I had to, but since this is a wish list, I’m picking this hotel–which isn’t any old place. Another Orient Express property, it’s a mountaintop retreat with orchid gardens located right next to an ancient citadel. I mean, c’mon…who couldn’t feel spiritual here?

Machu Picchu Sanctuary Lodge

To be continued….

Multiple lessons learned in Zimbabwe

3 Oct

My recent trip to Africa (through the almost miraculously fantastic Africa Adventure Company) will be the subject of many posts; after all, I left with the task of writing a five page article, but really felt I could write a book.

I could probably devote an entire book just to each of the lessons I learned and the invaluable, humbling moments I experienced throughout my brief but nevertheless defining journey. I was reminded of one such lesson this weekend–or more specifically, of the memorable people responsible for this lesson–as I shopped, ate, took taxis, and did all the other typical weekend-in-Manhattan activities.

The people who kept popping into my head were the children who live at Rose of Charity orphanage in Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe. I probably think about them at least once a day, a various times and for various reasons. Sometimes, it’s just a memory of how adorable they were. Other times, it’s remembering a specific child, such as Asher, a mentally challenged adolescent who had a smile so wide it was, quite literally, infectious, and a heart so good and kind, it could melt a hardened criminal. He was amazing.

Africa Adventure Company had set up my visit to the orphanage; it was scheduled for my second day while in Victoria Falls. It was a day I’d really been looking forward to: an elephant back safari in the morning, the orphanage visit in the afternoon, and a sunset cruise in the evening. Prior to my departure, I’d gone to Target and stocked up on pens, notebooks, crayons, and small toys, having been told that these were the things the kids would appreciate. I got as many as would fit in my carry-on bag.

The morning elephant-back safari was amazing. I rode a sweet adolescent elephant named Doji, who was both humorous and precocious. Then I was introduced to Sylvester, an orphaned cheetah who, when I pet him, purred the way my cat does. I wanted to steal him, bring him home, and cuddle with him every night.

After lunch at my camp, I was driven to the orphanage. I was excited to meet the kids, and really didn’t know what to expect. I was hoping they would enjoy meeting me, and would like what I had brought them.

It was a very small, concrete house in the middle of a village filled with small, concrete houses. The only thing that made it stand apart was the sign outside that said “he will bless us, we are his children,” painted beside the dirt path leading to the front door. On the steps stood a young girl, maybe 4 years old, who quietly observed me as I walked in. I was then introduced to Sima, the founder of the orphanage who has devoted her home and her life to these children.

I learned that of the 60 children in her care, about six of them live in the house–the others are in a type of foster care. Most, if not all, are either orphaned or were abandoned. Some had been found in a nearby park. A few of them had AIDS. None of them had shoes. There was one bedroom with a mattress on the floor. I was taken to the garden in the backyard where they grow their own vegetables–not because they are trying to live a “green” lifestyle, but because they can’t afford to buy produce from the store.

When I first arrived, most of the children were still at school. I met Owen, the youngest, still in diapers, Joanna, the little girl from the front porch, and two other young boys, around four and five years old, although Sima wasn’t sure of exact ages because of the way they had been found. They were shy when I first arrived, but curious. When I opened up the bag from Target and gave them their gifts, they lit up. As they looked through the bag, opening packages, squeezing mini baseballs, and doodling in notebooks, they became more and more animated. Soon they were laughing, giggling, and showing off their new treasures to Sima, who they called “Mama.” They were enjoying about $40 worth of trinkets from Target, and it was as if they’d been given a bag full of gold. When I took pictures of them, they smiled widely and joyously. I was completely in love.

Soon enough, the older kids came “home,” and they were handed pens and paper, all of them eager to receive such valuable gifts. After a day at school, they still wanted to learn. They read and wrote, using books from the 1950’s. Asher wrote his name over and over again, so proud of his perfect penmanship. Other kids taught me how to say words and phrases in their language. They showed me a cheer they do for when someone is victorious–today, a 13 year old girl had had an especially good day at school, and they were all proud of her.

While out on the front porch, reading and writing with the school-age children, the little ones were climbing on my back, asking to be held, and goofing around, laughing wildly and loving openly and unconditionally. At one point, Joanna was on my back, Owen was in my arms, and Gift was trying to get me to pick him up, now calling me “Mama.”

Needless to say, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to take them all home with me (yes, my Manhattan studio apartment would be a bit crowded, what with five children, a cheetah, my cat, and me, but I didn’t care). I was madly in love with these little angels.

There were more lessons to learn from those kids than I can name. There is, of course, the lesson of gratitude and appreciation. There’s the lesson of perspective and relativity. There’s the lesson of charity and giving (I forgot to mention, their house costs $2000/year. Couldn’t one fortunate American pay this?). There’s so much more, and I don’t want to sound like a preacher; that’s not the point of this forum. But, not a day goes by that I don’t think of those kids, and, despite the fact that I only spent about 2 and a half hours with them, miss them greatly.

The point of this, in the context of this website, is that travel is so much more than just vacationing. It can really open your eyes and your mind, and it can expose you to things–both good and bad–that you just wouldn’t encounter otherwise. Not every trip has to. There is nothing wrong with a simple holiday spent relaxing and drinking pina coladas. There’s value in that too. But when a trip changes something in you or about you, or inspires one positive thing in your life, that’s a pretty great bonus.

http://www.victoriafalls-guide.net/victoria-falls-community.html

A NY road trip…via the subway

29 Sep

In between trips, the wanderlustful side of me often gets a bit antsy, in need of a “fix”, if you will. After all, I’ve said it, I’m an addict. Sometimes, I get the I’m-stuck-at-home blues. Even living in NYC, that’s bound to happen to any globetrotter from time to time.

So I like to pretend I’m on vacation, right here at home. Granted, nobody cleans my apartment twice a day and turns down my sheets at night, my little studio is smaller than almost every hotel room I stay at, and I have to go to the office instead of to museums and monuments…but still, it’s a fun exercise.

And I was reminded of that today. At 6:50 this morning I hopped on the subway and headed down to the lower east side, to a small restaurant on 2nd St and Ave B. The streets were quiet–every once in a while an early commuter would pass by, but not much else was going on–and I arrived at my destination, a hole in the wall restaurant that I’d never been to. I was there to meet and interview Guy Fieri, of Diners, Drive Ins, and Dives (among other shows), who was there to film the show’s first ever Manhattan location.

The interview went great–he was warm, friendly, funny, personable, and totally cool–and I had an awesome time. What struck me, and prompted this posting, was the way he was talking about NY, especially Manhattan, as a destination unlike any other. He called it (I paraphrase) “an island in more ways than one.” He talked about the mix of cultures, cuisines, and people, and the way New Yorkers appreciate and demand good food. He mentioned how very unique Manhattan is, in the context of his show and in general, and I agreed.

New York receives roughly 49 million visitors each year. About ten million of those visitors are from outside the U.S. As of April 2010, there were 23,499 active restaurants in New York City. And then there are the museums, theaters, galleries, parks, and countless cultural events that New Yorkers like me often take for granted.

With this in mind, I have made an official decision: to approach my days and nights in NY as I would when I’m traveling. Whenever I go away, there is a phrase I say over and over: “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” Why not do that here? When I travel, I go out alone, meet new people, and inevitably come upon some strange, funny, crazy, and memorable moments. I’d love for my life in NY to be like that.

Yes, I still do have to get up and go to work and run errands and do laundry and pay bills and buy dish detergent and toilet paper, and all those other things that I can forget about while away. But shouldn’t I try to sprinkle in a little “sightseeing” and aimless wandering as well? I’m really going to try. And if there are about 24,000 restaurants in this city, that’s at least 23,000 I haven’t yet tried.

Who wouldn’t want to go to the “Most beautiful Place on Earth”? Here’s my article on a truly amazing trip to French Polynesia…

28 Sep

September, 2011 article on French Polynesia

 

Why “wanderlustful”?

26 Sep

Lust, one of the seven deadly sins (and many people’s favorite one), is defined as: a) An overwhelming desire or craving;
b) Intense eagerness or enthusiasm. This, along with words like passion, excitement, and even addiction, describes my feeling about travel. In fact, I love the word “wanderlust.” It’s one of my favorites. Of course, the other deadly sins are relevant as well: I travel with intense GLUTTONY (five course meals, chocolate overdoses, wine-filled extravaganzas): I am GREEDY for more trips; I am ENVIOUS of people who have been to places I haven’t yet visited; and the list goes on…
In short, I am a PROUD travel addict whose intense desire to wander knows no bounds.

My most recent trip, one that I return to in my mind over and over again, was nothing short of a travel dream come true. I spent one week visiting four countries in Southern Africa. Highlights included Table Mountain in Cape Town, a leopard cub sighting in MalaMala game reserve, an elephant back safari in Zimbabwe, petting an orphaned Cheetah in Zimbabwe, hugging angelic orphans in Victoria Falls, counting multiple rainbows at aforementioned falls, and watching the sun gloriously set over the Chobe River in Botswana.

Here’s a excerpt from the article I’m writing, which will be out mid-October:

“Driving away from the lions in the pitch black, we stopped to watch a leopard casually sauntering down the dirt road. His eyes shone in the light of the flashlight and he was filled with an air of mystery, power, and allure. He was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. He walked right next to our vehicle—within arm’s reach—and then disappeared into the night.
My first game drive was over, and I had already seen the Big 5.”

My first leopard sighting in South Africa

My first ever blog

22 Sep

Making a new friend, far from home

So this is a blog, huh? Well, it only took a few years, a few nudges, and the recent fulfillment of a lifelong travel dream (more to come on that), but I’ve finally decided to keep online records of my travels – the good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful, the tasty, the scary, the alcohol-induced, and the utterly ridiculous. I’ve been to 14 countries in the past 2 years, written at least one article on each one, and now it’s time to let the blogging begin…