I Like Cool Beverage, Yeah…

Drinking in Sardinia…

a) Water – always bottled.  You get a big one-liter bottle with your dinner and go from there.  “Naturale,” if you don’t want it fizzy.

b) Beer – the local beer is “Ichnusa.”  The basic model is not very good, kind of like Bud.  The “Non-Filtrato” is very good.  The lemon radler is basically a lemon soda.  We never felt any buzz from it whatsoever.

c) One good beer not pictured here was called “Friska”.  I think that was also local.

d) The wine is OK.  The only one we were really taken with was a dessert wine we never found again.

e) We discovered a wild soft drink called “Chin 8”, pronounced “kin-AUGHT-o”.  It was kind of a Moxie meets Dr. Pepper.  Also available in Diet!

f) Summer afternoon, hot… drink, drink!  Alcohol, sure, but it doesn’t have to be.  Limonata, Chin-8, granita (ice slushy), smoothie (lots of smoothies)…

f) Late afternoon: Apertivo!  Spritz!  Drink, drink!

g) After dinner: Digestivo!  Grappa!  Drink, drink!

 

Insalata, Contorni

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An unusual presentation of the usual vegetables.  The grilled vegetables: always zucchini, eggplant, peppers.

And the mixed salad: always a chopped iceberg-type lettuce, with some variation of tomatoes and/or carrots and/or cucumbers.  Always with a bottle of olive oil, a bottle of vinegar, and salt on the side.  Incidentally, this was the way my mother always had her salad.  I kind of like it.

And the tomatoes.  Always tomatoes.  Always cherry.  They came on everything.  And since X doesn’t eat them, I always had to eat both his and mine (it’s the law).  So I came away feeling like a big cherry tomato.

 

Arrivederci, Sardegna!

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When I think of Italy, I think of:

  • Sunshine
  • Warm ochre walls, real stone arches, narrow streets
  • A bench by the side of the road – no view, no bus stop; why is it here?  Then you discover that half the day it is the office for little old ladies.
  • A bar at noon time – this is the office for little old men.
  • The promenade at noon time as shopkeepers lock up and head home – or wherever they care to be for the next four hours
  • A bar at 4 PM – the old men are back; or did they ever leave?
  • A table where everything is delicious
  • A constant flow of beverages
  • A man in a dapper suit; it is never too hot to look good.  Nobody goes out looking like a slob.  With the beauty of art, antiquity, and nature all around you, you want to be part of the picture.
  • A gelato on a hot summer night watching the evening promenade.  Join in!

Go to Italy and join in!  Not necessarily in July.  But really, it didn’t matter to me that it was too hot.  I feel Italy in my blood and bones and my suntan.  I see my Gramma everywhere.  I always hope I take a little bit of it home with me each time.

Day 12: Buon Compleanno!

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Happy birthday to Xopher!  Unfortunately his birthday was marked by a lot of driving; but along the rugged east coast, we stopped for a surprisingly elegant birthday lunch with a luscious view.

Winding down now…  the various things I thought we could pack into this day, back when I was in Vermont packing things into the schedule, looked not at all feasible or desirable anymore.  When we go back again, in cooler weather, we’ll have to spend more time on the east coast.