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Last Tidbits on Italy Travel

April 4, 2008 · 1 Comment

We’re in Paris now and I wanted to wrap up my thoughts on Rome and Florence with a few odds and ends that may help a future traveler to Italy.

Bread and Water: Americans are use to not paying for bread or water in a restaurant.  In Italy, if bread is not on your table and you ask for it, you will be expected to pay for it. The same with water. Rarely will tap water be offered. So if you ask for water, it will be bottled and you will be expected to pay for it.

Sitting down: In Rome, there is usually a charge for sitting down, especially if you are having something like a capuccino. You will easily pay double for the same cup of coffee if you sit at a table to drink it.

The Truce: In Italy there is an uneasy truce between pedestrians and vehicles. Drivers think they have the right of way even in clearly marked crosswalks where they are obliged by law to stop for you. They will not stop unless you walk out into the street and dare them to hit you. That’s why it is safer to move as a herd across a street, but some brave soul needs to move out first. It’s clearly a game of chicken with drivers hoping to scare you back to the sidewalk. If you don’t take matters into your own hands, you may never get to where you are going. It’s that simple.

Dog Poop: Rome has surpassed Paris as the dog poop capital of the world. Throw your shoes away when you get home.

Paying the Bill: Buying pastries, candy, meat, cheese, etc. from a local purveyor requires some careful observing. In some stores you must first go to the cashier, pay for what you want and give the receipt to the person behind the counter who puts your order together. In other stores, you can order food, receive a slip from the counter person which you then bring to the cashier and then return to the counter with the slip to show you paid for it and pick up your stuff. On rare occasions it works like in the USA. You pick out what you want, bring it to a cashier and you’re on your way. Don’t worry if you mess all this up, they are patient.

Grocery Store Bags: Forget the concept of a paper bag when buying groceries. People in Italy either bring their own reusable food cart or cloth bag, or you get a plastic bag handed to you. Bag boys are home with their mothers.

Metric System: Brush up on your metric numbers. A kilo is 2.2 pounds. Most food is purchased in grams. If you want a pound of something, you want a little less than half a kilo or about 454 grams. 300 grams seems to be a common quantity and that equals about eleven ounces. Hand signals also work in terms of asking for an amount of something. You may not look all that smart, but nobody knows you over here. If you know an American who understands the metric system, he’s probably a drug dealer.

Taxi Cabs: Taxi cabs are not convenient to use in Italy. It’s against the law for them to pick up a passenger off the street unless they are at a designated taxi stand. You can’t hale a cab. People call cabs on their cell phones. When you do that, the meter begins when the taxi leaves the taxi stand to pick you up, so even before you get in, you’ve got a bill. And bags do not ride free in these taxis. In fact, the surcharge for bags can more than equal what you pay for the drive to the railway station. This was very bad in Florence. I wouldn’t say the cabbies there are crooks, but you will be “taken for a ride” in more ways than one in that town.

Nobody Pays But Us: Public transportation in Italy is free for Italian citizens. It isn’t supposed to be, but the only people I ever saw pay on buses, trains or subways were tourists. Rome has an honor system where you are supposed to buy a ticket and stamp it at a meter when you get on a bus, subway or train. I spent several days studying this phenomena. If you are caught on a bus without the ticket stamped, you are subject to a huge fine. However, the three inspectors who cover all of Rome inspecting tickets are generally drinking capuccinos at the local cafe when all of this is going on.

Wine: Italian wine is very good and mostly inexpensive. A can of Coke is three dollars, a bottle of wine can be had for $4.50. Wine here is considered a drink as opposed to a statement. We were sitting in a little Italian restaurant for lunch and a mother at the next table was pouring a little wine into her daugher’s glass of water to flavor it. The youngster couldn’t have been more than five years old. No-one was arrested. No visit from child protection, etc.

Vietato Fume: Smoking is out in restaurants throughout Italy (France too). This is wonderful. You can now actually eat indoors, breathe, taste the food, and leave without being covered with carcinogens. It was so bad. This change was a very big deal.

Museums: Museums are getting very expensive. A fifteen dollar charge to enter is not uncommon. Most museums and historical sites do not have english explanations, so bring a good guidebook if you want to understand what you are looking at. The audio tours are less than inspiring, so don’t count on them to be very useful.

Signs: You will find yourself wondering where the signs and brochures are. They aren’t. Rome should hire the Disney World people to teach them how to get people in, through and out of these historic sites. There are no signs. Once you arrive at where you’re going, you will very likely find yourself wandering around looking for what you’re supposed to do or see. Allow time to find the entrance.

Hours of Operation: It may not be open. Hours of operation in Italy are, shall we say, non standard. So while you can be pretty sure all museums will be closed on Monday, it doesn’t mean they will all be open on Tuesday. And if they are open on Tuesday, it doesn’t mean their opening and closing times will be the same. So check carefully before you leave your hotel or you may be taking a long walk for nothing.

The Euro:  Aren’t you sick of hearing about the weak dollar and how little it will buy in Europe?  If you can afford to be here, quit complaining.  Now having said that, it’s a heart attack.  All those stories about nine dollar Big Macs and eight dollar cups of capuccino - they are true.  The American dollar is approaching joke status over here.  Even the beggars on the street won’t take American money.  And no matter how much of it you have back in the USA, you will feel poor here.  Bill Gates will feel poor here.  While we in the USA have been fighting over gay marriage, gun control, abortion, stem cell research, Iraq, etc. the Europeans have totally blown by us.  Despite their good fortune, the ones we talked to seemed genuinely saddened and bewildered by what has happened to the U.S.  You could hear it in their voices and see it in their faces.  Sometimes I’m embarassed for us.

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Bad Start - Happy Ending

April 3, 2008 · No Comments

It was the night before Easter and all through the town, not a room was available, not a single one around. meanstreets.jpg

Here we were, just off the train from Rome and all prepared to crash in our Florence apartment for a nine-day stay.  It was Easter weekend, and the city was packed with tourists and students— the busiest weekend of the year.  Boy, were we happy we had confirmed reservations! 

Confirmed in Italy does not necessarily imply that the agency you are renting from will have your apartment.  It’s not really a commitment.  (Some U.S. hotels are getting like this too, so I’m not picking on the Italians;after all, my grandfather and grandmother were born here.)  In fact, our apartment became mysteriously “unavailable.” “Unavailable”  I suspect meant that 1) a relative showed up and needed a place to stay or 2) the agency could make more money by renting the apartment to someone else.  Regardless here we were, no place to stay, it’s late on the Saturday before Easter, we’re speaking little Italian and totally clueless about what we were going to do next.

Now comes the agent from whom we had rented the apartment.  He had a deal for us—another apartment in the same building.   We took a look.  It was small, dirty, dark and had no Internet access.  We said “No.” This is a big agency and has lots of apartments in Florence—find us something comparable to our “confirmed reservation.”  Well, he couldn’t do that because this was the busiest weekend in Florence, and everything was booked.  His tone suggested we had better take what he was offering or be prepared to sleep under a bridge.

Now Florence is beautiful and had the weather been warmer and not raining, sleeping under the famed Ponte Vecchio wouldn’t have been all that bad.  The Arno was below flood stage. What could go wrong?  Our agent waited patiently for us to cave in and accept his offer.  After all, where would we go.  Two foreigners in a hostile land?  We had paid a deposit, but we had our euros tucked safely in our pockets, so we looked disaster in the face and told him we were VERY disappointed in his agency (italy-accom.com) and that his “solution” was unacceptable.  Off we went, and that was one surprised Brit.  We had no idea what we were going to do next, but it was good to be free of this agent, agency and the mess it had created for us.

I do think God provides social workers with some kind of special protection because as we mulled over our limited options, a little Italian “nona” appeared who was to rescue us from the mean streets of Florence.  I can’t tell you her name or how we met her, to protect her identity, but she just happened to have a recently remodeled apartment that heretofore only her relatives were permitted to use.  It was very clean, bright, well located and cheap, um, relatively cheap.  Nothing is cheap in Florence. 


See our Florence Apartment in this video

Anyway, our little angel of mercy let us have this great apartment for our entire nine-day stay.  She and her husband were wonderful.  We spoke very little Italian, and they spoke very little English, but we got along so well that it was all hugs and kisses when we left.  These Italians are fine people.  (The two people at italy-accom.com were not Italians: the owner of the apartment was an American and the agent was a Brit.)

So there’s a moral to this story.  First, avoid this agency unless you are a VERY lucky person.  Second, always have a backup plan.  It’s not that something might go wrong, something WILL go wrong.  Before you leave your little nest at home, make sure you have alternate emergency accommodations figured out, know where critical services are located like an English-speaking hospital, American embassy (not that they’ll do much for you), and have a WiFi-capable computer or cell phone with you, both if possible. 

I’m glad we treated the Italians well after WWII.  Those of you who don’t remember should know that Italy was an Axis power on the side of Germany during the war.  I can’t help but believe that some of the kindness shown to us by these older Italians had something to do with their good memories of Americans after the war.  They never talked about it, but I think so.

By the way, everyone over here dislikes George Bush.  I think I could live here. 

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Almost Prettier at Night

April 2, 2008 · 1 Comment

Check out a little bit of Florence at night.  Even in the rain, it’s a fairytale city.

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Trouble in River City (Florence)

March 23, 2008 · 1 Comment

Much to our dismay, the Internet connection in our Florence apartment does not work.  We have been relegated to Internet cafes, which means we will not be able to send/receive e-mail responses as frequently while we are here this week.  And we will not be able to update our blog as often as we would like.  There’s a story here that I will tell at a later time. Ciao

P.S.  Florence is beautiful and VERY crowded this week due to Easter and Spring break. Remember my saying there were many fewer Americans in Rome?  They’re all here. 

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