Cooking School Day 1

This cooking school thing is pretty much the best decision I have made in a long time. We have only been here 2 1/2 days, but it has been so much fun. Most of the people in the 16 person group are very nice and a few are hysterical. Our first evening we took a walk around Soriano, the little Hilltown we are staying in. Then we went to dinner at a restaurant at the top of the town called Taverna Dei Frati. Our waiter Mario was being typically Italian and a total show.  He has a whole repertoire he goes through that involves grabbing side boob, giving sweaty hugs, trying to pour bottles of booze down your throat, and a grand finale of an ass pinch . . . good times!  The food was indescribably amazing and there was so much of it: antipasto was prosciutto, salami, fried olives, 4 kinds of bruschetta; 1st course was a delicious little pasta that looked like mini parachutes filed with ham and cheese in a light cream sauce; followed by the entree of balsamic marinated flank steak with rosemary and olive oil roasted potatoes, salad; then a layered custard cake with drinks of Limoncello and grappa. Before dinner we went shopping for some of the ingredients we would need for our first cooking class. Great day!

Sunday morning started with cappuccino and a pastry at the cafe in the piazza then we all headed to the villa for class. This place is my dream come true. The house and the land have been in Paula's family since the 1700s and she and her husband renovated the whole thing for this business. Carla is Paula's sister and she teaches the classes. Rita and Catia help with prep and cleanup all the while speaking no English. You can cook as much or as little as you want, open bottle after bottle of wine, or hit the cellar and drink as much homemade grappa as you want. There is unlimited cappuccino and espresso, I mean really what the hell else could you ask for?!  Once we get finished making all the food we are out on the terrace underneath the gorgeous cabana eating. I thought I died and went to heaven. After eating we piled into the bus and drove to a little Town called Pittigliano to see is medieval Jewish ghetto. After that it was back to Soriano for a 5 course dinner with loads of wine. There is clearly no shortage of food and booze on this trip. There is, however a shortage of time to write . . . Too busy drinking and laughing.

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Perfetto

There isn't much sight seeing to do on the Amalfi coast. It's mostly eating, drinking, riding water taxis from little town to little town, sunning, and people watching. Not a bad gig if you can get it!

Tomorrow, the ferry to Salerno and the train to ROMA!!!!!!

Appertivi at sunset on our balconey

 Lunch on the harbor at Positano

 Cappuccinos in the piazza in Amalfi

 Watching people drink from the boob fountain. 

sassy with cappucino

 We have to walk all the way down to the harbor

Half way down

They have it all and something more in Amalfi!

On the boat to Positano. 

A fountain of miniatures

Lemons in Positano

Lemons turned into Limoncello

Limoncello going into us at Tre Sorelle in Positano

The "beach" in Minori, just around the cliff from Amalfi

Amalfi Civil War & Ravello

Tuesday started off like any other day:  we had breakfast and cappuccino over looking the sea, walked into town to catch the bus to Ravello, etc. Since we were thinking about hiking back from Ravello, mom decided she should buy a hat for protection from the sun. And so started the Amalfi Civil war. As you you can imagine in a small town built into a cliff, stores run right up against each other and some of said stores sell pretty much the same junk. So mom finds a hat she likes at store 1. I keep looking to make sure there isn't something else at store 2, which literally blends with store 1. There are different awnings so we picked up on the difference. Mom remained in the unmarked borders of store 1 while I went over to enemy territory. I found a possible front runner and handed the hat across the invisible boundary for Mom to try on. Keep in mind we are both in one of the stores sidewalk boundaries. Shop owner 2 is right beside me and fine that I have handed one of her hats over to mom. Shop owner 1 screems from inside her doorway, "Miss that hat belongs to this shop," referring to the original hat mom was holding. Mom nods and smiles to acknowledge that she is aware and isn't going anywhere. Shop owner 1 then sees mom try on the enemy's hat and all hell breaks loose. She screeches from inside the store "come in and try on my hat, I have a mirror."  That must have been the shot heard round the piazza because shop owner #2 starts telling at her in Italian. Then owner #1 starts screaming back and we are in an all out old Italian lady bitch match. Moms eyes get wide as saucers and I'm just standing there with my mouth hanging open. I know shits going south when I  hear#2 call #1 a cretin. At this point mom has put down the original hat in favor of the second and #2s son has come out to break up the fight. I am now desperately trying not to laugh for fear of getting hit by one of the old birds. People on the street are just staring. It was awesome!!!!  As we pay for the hat #2 apologizes and says she has been putting up with that old woman for 30 years and today was the last straw. And I thank her for waiting till today to lose her mind!

Here she is at the scene of the crime 

Once we created civil strife between neighbors we boarded a bus to Ravello. Only in Italy can do many people be packed into a bus that will be driving through cliffs and around hairpin turns suitable only for a donkey. I would NEVER have survived the Sita bus front Sorrento to Amalfi. Ravello is a small beautiful little town hanging on the edge of a cliff with crazy awesome views. They do a summer concert series in the gardens of Villa Rufolo, which would be pretty spectacular to see. We had an damn fine lunch at Cumpa Cosimo of mixed posts and of course a litre of house white wine.  And because we are so charming we also got a sample of the best damn tiramisu I've ever had.

 View from Villa Rufolo

 Villa Rufolo

 Concert space

  Villa Rufolo perfect name for a store in Ravelllo

The lemons grown on the Amalfi coast are HUGE

Once back in Amalfi we had beers in the main piazza then headed to dinner at a little place near our hotel. Il Preferito is run by a very sweet old man who is also a little on the dirty old man side. I dropped my fork and when he went to pick it up he rubbed his face on my leg. He also put on American music just for us with a lineup that included Elvis then Lauren Hill, followed by Lionel Richie . . .interesting. At least it ended with free Limoncello, yay!!

Beer and church, amen!

Amalfi!

So the woman who worked in our hotel in Naples was super nice and pretty much mildly stupid. When we asked about the ferry schedule from Naples to Amalfi she informed us there were no ferries on Monday. She checked over and over and seemed baffled as to why, but was very sure there were no ferries. Ok lady, your the Italian boss. So mom got the distinct pleasure of taking the Circumvesuviana, aka the ghetto train, to Sorrento. There is nothing quite like packing 10,000 sweaty humans into a train car meant for 50 all the while dodging impromptu traveling bands, hordes of Korean tour groups, and gypsey pick pockets.  Oh and of course we got the concerned good citizen of Naples who walked us to the secret tobacco shop to buy our tickets without waiting in line, took us to our track, and carried our luggage down the stairs all for the low low price of 5 Euro a piece. Dude, didn't anybody teach you in scammer school that you have to negotiate your price first?  I will give you 2 euros, a grazie mille, and accept the cussing out you give me . . . but you ain't getting no 5 Euro a piece, mio amico. Fucking Naples.

Once in Sorrento we discover, of course there are ferries; it's the high season for God's sake, why wouldn't there be boats every day (thanks mildly stupid hotel lady). Thus we choose a lovely 1 1/2  hour boat ride over the Sita bus (read vomit wagon).  It really was a great way to get down the coast. We stopped at Capri, Positano, and finally Amalfi.

The hotel we are starting at, Il Nido, is great. It's just a little outside of town on the cliff with great views of the water and town. After checking in we walked into town to get to the real business of being in Italy, eating and drinking!!

Harbor in Sorrento (I'm totally artistic with my new camera)

Arriving in Amalfi

Looking out on our balcony

Walking into town

Dinner!

View of Amalfi from the balconey

Walking into town

Caprese