A Pinay in Europe

Walking around Corfu town is a feast for the eyes! And with Christmas just few days from now, it’s fascinating looking at the xmas decorations in shops while shoppers walk about doing their Christmas purchases.  Truly, people-watching is a great delight, what with Corfiot women not having the slightest intention to fall behind their French and Italian sisters in the fashion scene!

The little girl could easily grace the cover of a novel book or a magazine.  I think I’ve seen a magazine featuring Madonna’s daughter, Lourdes, in the same outfit.

I suppose it’s the twins’ first-ever Christmas shopping!

Greece is where I have seen the most number of boots-lovers!

A family that shops together stays together…

A corner shrine

Simple but very effective Christmas decoration

Love those pavement stones!

One minute you are in the High Street and the next minute, you find yourself trudging through residential alleys.  You get a lot of housekeeping ideas though, like, how to dry socks in tight spaces!

The mountain range of Albania as seen from Corfu town

Just goes to show that a car can be a good pot for giant plants!

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The many sides of the Lemon triplet
Nymphes, Corfu, Greece

This orange is about to hatch chick….
Corfu, Greece

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We went driving to the hills today and were truly impressed by the glorious sight of the olive trees heavily laden with fruits and the black nettings underneath them.  The harvest season starts in October and lasts till the early months of the following year. 

Climb this footpath at your own risk!  The olives dropping on the ground slowly excretes  their precious oil making this pavement dangerously slippery for walking!

These black nettings laid out under the tree collect the dropping olives.  When the harvest season is over, they are carefully folded out and stored away, to be taken out again next season.

The dropped olives

A majestic olive tree standing golden and proud at sunset.

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After a two-week stay in Manila, Philippines, I flew direct to Athens where H was waiting for me at the airport.  It was our plan to do a seven-day driving holiday in the Greek Peloponnese, something he has been dreaming to do for a long time.  But since we were in Athens, we took the opportunity of seeing what this most ancient city has to offer, and of course, the Acropolis was on the top of the list.  It was a poignant moment for both of us, seeing with our very own eyes the ruins of the Parthenon, a temple dedicated to Athena constructed around 400BC!  As we walked around the Acropolis, more archaelogical finds are scattered everywhere! Even on the way to this rocky hill as well as in the surrounds of the city, sites of diggings are just in every corner!  Athens is truly an open air museum and they are still continuously stumbling upon ancient ruins as they dig  underground for infrastructure like the Metro.  With this mammoth task of sorting out and archiving this historic pieces of the past, I just hope that they don’t get nicked by souvenir-hunting tourists, as they are just scattered everywhere on the site without any security camera or guards looking….

That Sunday we were there,  the 2,500th anniversary of the Athens Marathon was held.  More than 12,000 people from around the world joined in the race.  Too bad we were too exhausted the previous day doing our own marathon sightseeing so we were not able to watch it.  Anyway, story goes that in 490BC, the Athenian army defeated the Persians at the Battle of Marathon. A messenger called Pheidippides ran the 42km (26 miles) to Athens to announce the victory. Hence, the origin of the word, “Marathon”.

 After Athens, we drove straight to the Peloponnese and visited the mindblowing Corinth Canal and a 3,000 year old amphitheater that was discovered only in the late 19th century.  It was buried in soil and overgrown with trees and nobody could have imagined that it was a sacred site for pilgrims wanting the miracle of healing.  We also went to the Methana penisula, renowned for its 32 volcanoes!  I wonder if the word “Methana” originated there because as soon as we got into the town, we could smell sulfuric gas and the water by the port is whitish due to the gas that is continously spewed from the volcanoes.  They are apparently dormant, the last volcanic eruption occurred in 230BC.  Although the town is quiet in the winter, it gets very crowded in the summer, mainly Athenians who come here to seek the healing powers of the gaseous waters.

We still have 5 days left and plenty more stopover sites.  Photos shall be available as soon as I get a wifi connection. 

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My flight Nice-Manila via KLM  the other day had me stopping over in Amsterdam for five hours. Instead of sitting bored at Schiphol airport, I decided to take the train to the city for few hours of sightseeing.

Now I would like to share with you how to see Amsterdam in 3 hours, for only 13.20 euros.

From the airport, I bought a return train ticket to Amsterdam Centraal at 7,60euros.  The 20-minute ride took me to the center of the city where I could have just walked around easily, but I opted to buy a tram ticket (2.60euros) hoping that I could get farther and see more. Realizing that most of the interesting sights can be seen by foot, I got out at the Dam Stop and started walking along the canal with my backpack and camera.

At midday, I was getting hungry but didn’t feel like splurging on a meal so I bought a hotdog sandwich in Dam Square which came  with a large selection of sauces and add-ons, like toasted bacon, salad and I thought, for just 3 euros, it was a giveaway!

I continued exploring the little alleys until I reached the zone of sex shops, hemp seed shops, all sounding seedy and suspicious but actually teeming with tourists of all sexes, taking shots of the gadgets on display.

Two hours to my flight, I went back to the train station and conditioned myself for the marathon run I was about to do at the airport in search of my gate!

Now I am contented to have seen Amsterdam again which  I first visited  ten years ago,  had my memory cards filled with photos of bikes, of people, of shop facades, but most of all, I got the walking exercise I needed before my 12-hour journey to Manila.

 Photos of Amsterdam

The neo-gothic Magna Plaza Shopping Centre. The former main post office building was transformed into a shopping centre in 1992.

The Singel canal which encircled the city in the Middle Ages is now the inner-most canal in Amsterdam’s semicircular ring of canals.

Statue of Multatuli on a square over the Singel canal in Amsterdam

According to Wikipedia, Multatuli (from Latin multa tuli, “I have suffered much”), is the pen name of Eduard Douwes Dekker (2 March 1820 – 19 February 1887), who was a Dutch writer famous for his satirical novel, Max Havelaar (1860) in which he denounced the abuses of colonialism in the colony of the Dutch East Indies (today’s Indonesia).

Very conspicuous atop building facades are these protruding structures fitted with pulleys and hooks. They are for transporting furnitures into or out of the narrow building as moving them through the stairs are almost impossible.

Damrak Avenue

At Dam Square, this looks like a protest against the brutal killing of animals just to take their fur

They were doing some renovation works infront of the Central Station and this art  board is just a portion of a long one used to cover the messy building work.

Another “renovation works” cover along Damrak Avenue

The bikes of Amsterdam

How to park your bike in Amsterdam

Amsterdam Centraal Station in the background

What to do in Amsterdam

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The Langhe and Roero valley (Piemont, Italy):

and the fruit of everyone’s labour is this wine..one of the best we have ever had….!

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The first time I heard of a town named Bra was two years ago when H and I went on a driving holiday in Piemonte, Italy to celebrate our wedding anniversary. We made jests at each other then:  what if we decide to live there?  Our mails will look like this: - Mr and Mrs H….piazza Bra, Bra, Italy.  Imagine the jokes we would be subjected to.  “Is it the birthplace of the corset?”…”Could you send me a size 34?”…

Two years later, last week to be exact, we found ourselves stopping in this town for lunch.  It was H’s birthday and we were on our way to the Langhe and Roero Valley for a two-day romantic journey to the capital of food and wine of Italia. We wanted to take our time, enjoy the scenery and drive at our own pace.  It was getting near lunchtime and our destination is still an hour away so we decided to stop at the next big town on the map, and that is Bra.

We made the right choice.  Italy never ever failed to overwhelm us,  but we were still utterly awed by Bra’s glorious beauty.  There are grandiose Baroque-style churches every few meters, the old elegant buildings exquisitely painted with trompe l’oeils portraying religious themes and shops oozing with their old charm despite their aging facade.  It’s like walking through an open museum! 

The historic town of Bra

Palazzo Communale or Municipio (Italian for Town Hall)

A beautiful but poignant bronze sculpture in the Piazza

The dome of Chiesa Santa Chiara

The interior of Chiesa di Sant’Antonino

Chiesa Santa Maria degli Angeli

Campanile della Confraternita della Santissima Trinità (Belltower of the Church of the Holy Trinity)

Santa Daria’s statue at the facade of the Church of the Holy Trinity

Caffe Converso, a patisserie and bar founded in 1902

A bakery

A sweet shop

Everytime you go for a meal in Italy, you are always served with bread or grissini or a combination of both.  This is great especially when you are already starving and your food is still being prepared by the chef.  Make sure to leave at least half of it to accompany your main dish.  But if worse comes to worst that you have really pigged it all out, no worries, you can always ask the waiter for some more.

Grissini or Italian bread sticks.  They are so crispy and the sesame seeds on them makes you crave for more.  They come free, already served on the table ready for the hungry diner.

Petto al Pollo alla Piastra 
I still can’t believe it!  That this whole plate of breast chicken and beans, sooo good they just melt in your mouth, and with sublime olive oil -garlic-herb taste just costs 6-euros!  In France, it would have cost at least 10euros!

She could have been one of the mannequins! She is as slim as these fashion dummies!

Another figure-conscious, but she obviously went too far..

What I love about Italy is that, everybody is so darn fashionable…even in small towns and villages!

Even the men!

Death notices are a typical sight in public walls and bulletin boards in Italy

Bra is the seat of the Slow Food movement founded by Carlo Petrini in 1986.  It is a global movement with 100,000 members in 132 countries.  It strives to preserve traditional and regional cuisine produced in ways that respect the local ecosystem.  Slowfood began in Italy in 1986 to protest against the opening of a McDonalds near the Spanish Steps in Rome.  In Pollenzo, just outside of Bra, is the Università degli Studi delle Scienze Gastronomiche (University of Gastronomic Sciences), which attracts students from Italy and nearly 50 other nations.

This is the headquarters of the Slow Food movement (SFM), using the snail as its official logo.

Still the HQ of the SFM, seen from the back.

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Barely have I unpacked my backpack after that quick sightseeing trip of Monaco with my cousin etc.. that I had to pick it up again for few days of village hopping with our English friends - a couple who works/lives/travels (all at the same time) with their motorized caravan.  How do they do it?  Well, they took on early retirement, sold their house, bought a house-to-let, a motorized caravan, then went on travelling around Europe picking small jobs along the way to keep some money coming in.

Now, now, that is exactly the life H and I are aiming for.   We must have been nomads in our past life that our feet ache if we stop travelling.  Anyway, we do need a motorized caravan and we have been searching on eBay for ages looking for the perfect transporter that will take us all over Europe on the cheap.

 Anyway,  let me share with you the places near us where we acted again as tour guides!  That’s the catch of living in this beautiful region.  It’s always holiday time!

FONTAN, France

SAORGE, France

AIROLE, Italy

The Baroque church of Airole

OLIVETTA SAN MICHELE, Italy

Senor Giovanni telling us the story of this olive tree behind him.  It is called “The Tree of Love”;  couples making love standing inside the hollow trunk of the tree!

The Baroque church of San-Michele

DOLCEACQUA, Italy

This scene was painted by Claude Monet in 1884, calling it “A Jewel of Lightness”

Stopping for an apperitivo

PIGNA, Italy

CASTELVITTORIO, Italy

The hilltop cemetery of Castelvittorio

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We seem to be visiting Monaco fairly regularly lately.  It’s not the desire to brush elbows with the well-heeled and famous nor the photo opportunities we get out of parked Rolls Royces and Bugattis.  It is simply playing tour guide to family who are coming to Europe for the first time.   Last month it was my sister and her family who insisted that I must show them all of Monaco and its famous Casino.  Last week, it was my cousin, her husband and some friends, who clamoured for the same.   But what made last week’s visit interesting was twofold.  First,I have not seen my cousin for 35 years.  Second, she is coming via a cruise ship!

Monaco was one of the ports of call of their 12-day Grand Mediterranean cruise holiday and they are staying for only few hours so we had to squeeze sightseeing, casino visit, lunch and intermittent photographic stops fairly tightly.  They came out of the ship at 11am and had to be back by 6pm, ready for the departure time of 7pm.

The 3,070-person capacity, Ruby Princess, docked at Port Hercules in Monaco

This spectacular floating hotel could easily fit ten conventional hotels!

This ship is 2.5 times heavier than the Titanic!

A stop in Monaco is not complete without seeing the Casino de Montecarlo.  Our visitors wanted to get inside the gaming rooms but on a Cruise Ship Day like that day (there was a second cruiser moored in the port), one is bound to queue up alongside thousands of passengers!  They gave it a miss!

If you cannot play at the Casino de Montecarlo, next door is the smaller casino of the chic Cafe de Paris.

While our visitors were away, H and I busied ourselves into sharing a bowl of ice cream at the equally Belle Epoque-style Cafe de Paris

For all its complicated styling, this ice cream costs 16euros… and the glass of beer above is 7euros…

After seeing off our guests, we got lost looking for our carpark.  “Why do we have to go through the train station?” I asked H.  Answer:  because our carpark is somewhere attached to this station.  It is called Parking de la Gare.

Inside the train station lounge, while resting my feet after almost an hour of walking, climbing, descending through stairs and elevators and wending our way through “No Pedestrian Walking”  highway shoulders, I saw this woman looking towards the port through the glass window, and I thought, what a dramatic silhouette!

Outside the station, in the courtyard, if you look down below, this is what you see. 

Now, this really surprised me!  An office window displaying notices of airplanes for sale!   John Travolta could easily sell his private plane in Monaco when he gets fed up of it.

If your budget is only 3million euros, you could opt for a 5-seater helicopter!

We finally found our car and wound our way out of the Principality.  Driving towards the motorway, we noticed the Ruby Princess slowly  leaving the port.  We looked at our watch and indeed, it left at exactly 7pm, the scheduled departure time.  We parked on the side of the road and took photos of the ship sailing away.

A “harbor pilot” (the small boat) sailing away from the cruise ship.  Their role is to guide big ships so they can safely get out of the harbour. 

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Autumn is my second most favorite season after SPRING. It must be the golden, orangy, rusty and fiery colours of the leaves, the cool weather and the fruit harvests happening just about everywhere.  There are so many activities happening: wine fairs, mushroom fairs, fashion week, and yet, most of the tourists are gone so it’s quieter and calmer.

Here are some images of Autumn 2010:

The turning-burgundy colour of vine leaves
Saorge, France

Menton prouds itself to having more than 300 years of sunshine so anyone can still sunbathe in October
France

While Le Vendange (grape-picking) is going on around the region, some grapes are fated to dry out in situ
San Michele, Liguria, Italy

A hornet struggling to get out from the trap
The hornet season ends in late autumn, thank goodness! These pesty insects could bite really nasty.
San Michele, Liguria, Italy

Kiwis waiting to be picked. These vitamin- and nutrient-rich fruits are mostly grown in Italy.  New Zealand comes only second.
San Michele, Liguria, Italy

Autumn flowers
San Michele, Liguria, Italy

Green Pomegrenates. When they turn “pomegrenate” (the colour), they can be decorative and even slows down aging, so they say.
San Michele, Liguria, Italy

 
Apples. There are more than 7,500 varieties of apple and Italy is one of the leading growers, with China on the lead.
San Michele, Liguria, Italy

Autumn is when everyone starts storing logs for the winter fire. Why not do it later in the winter, you may ask. Because winter is so cold that your hands will be stiff-frozen to transport firewood from the wood store straight into your basement.
Saorge, France

This abandoned stone cottage is half-overgrown with burgundy-coloured vine.
Fontan, France

Nonna (Italian for grandmother) shelling her dried fava beans for her autumn recipe.
Castelvittorio, Liguria, Italy

Butternut Squash getting ripe for Halloween display
Castelvittorio, Liguria, Italy

Conkers (horse chestnuts) starting to drop at passersby’s heads.
Castelvittorio, Liguria, Italy

Autumn is the berry season, too. Some lasts till Christmas eve which makes them great as tree decorations.
Ligurian hills, Italy

And last but not least, it’s the season to buy your winter legwarmers.  

This boutique display seen at Faubourg Saint-Honoré, Paris

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