Its hard to believe that Scott and I are almost at the end of our trip. It's been 5 weeks and we have had some amazing experiences and fantastic time getting to know family that we either haven't seen for a long long time or have never met. We have thousands and yes I do mean thousands of photos and video that we know need to go over and put together as a historical journey of our adventure. So be prepared to be bored.
I am so happy that Scott was able to do and see so much he has only ever read about, the Great Wall, Colosseum and Pompeii just to mention a few, but the highlight for me is spending time with family. For those who don't know my sister and partner also made the journey across and it was the first time in 28 years that the siblings have been together and that was amazing. Our cousins and Aunts and uncles were also there, which made it extra special.
This week we have spent with family, having an amazing day at the London temple, watching my very talented brother in law, Jared and his band play at the local bandstand, Easter egg hunt with Matt and Kim and having a Harrods day with my baby sister Sarah. I couldn't have asked for a better week. it's time for teary goodbyes, its already started with Matt, Kim and the kids. tomorrow stop off at Geoff, margaret and the kids and then spend sometime with mum. Have to finish packing say goodbye to Sarah, Jared and Emily (who will have major withdrawals for uncle Dot) and then Matt to take us to the airport. At least I will have a long flight home to cry all my tears.
We have so loved our trip and look forward to seeing our boys and friends when we get home. Unfortunately we will have to say goodbye to Matt (my son Matt) as he will be heading off to sunnier skys in Hawaii to 'study' lol
We hope you have enjoyed our adventures - but I'm sure not as much as we have hahaha. We will be adding photos to the blog when we get home so you may see links on Facebook again. See you all back in Oz.
Tuesday 10 April 2012
Sunday 8 April 2012
Road to Paris
We were picked up from the hotel around 6.30am and taken to the airport but this time without any traffic problems. We were flying with Swiss Air via Bern to Paris and had an hour and a half time frame for our transfer. The plane took off 20 minutes late but in Switzerland we came off the plane and only had to move down the terminal to our next flight. Flying over Switzerland and France I saw some of the most beautiful countryside with snow capped mountains dropping down to the edge of large winding rivers and towns nestled along the narrow banks on either side.
On arrival at Paris airport we picked up our baggage without any visa or customs control. Our private transfer brought us in through the north of the city with the glimpse of the Sacre Cour in the distance. The motorways were very good and we had little traffic to our hotel near the banks of the Seine in Rue de Charles. The hotel room was small but tidy and the whole hotel was quaint with a small lift that could only hold four people at a squeeze.
After settling in and checking the map we ventured out and up the street. About 200 metres we looked up and could see the Eiffel Tower above the buildings ahead. We continued on and as we crossed the road to walk along the river bank we came across a wide walkway called the Promenade de Australie and saw the Australian Embassy across the road.
Once again we had one of those experiences where you never really appreciate how impressive a structure is until you see it up close. The Eiffel Tower is so big that you cannot properly take it all in while you are standing close to it. The four large piers merge upwards towards its tower which then vanishes behind the various levels. There were two long queues waiting to go upstairs and it was advertised that you could expect a two hour wait. Only one lift was working and the only other option was the staircase.
We then crossed the Seine and walked up to the Trocadero so we could gain a better view. The photos do not do it justice as we watched the lights slowly come on and the fountains leading towards the tower go through their hourly routine. That evening we ate in a local restaurant. The French cuisine must be a little lacking because every second eating house advertised Italian food!
Shopping in Paree
While last night was very mild we woke this morning to overcast skies and cold winds. We headed off early to start our two day hop-on,hop-off bus tour of Paris. We caught the bus beside the Eiffel Tower and then proceeded to go pass the Invalides, Grand Palais, Louvre and Notre Dame. All very beautiful but because of the cold weather sitting in the top of an open roof bus it was not that pleasant.
We came to a major shopping precinct on the Boulevarde Haussmann where Jene needed to visit the Apple store that was set up in a beautiful old building. We decided to look around and came across a large department store known as C & A. The clothes were of good standard and they had a half price sale. Two hundred Euro later we both had a new winter wardrobe and clothes for the boys. ( this is obviously written by Scott!!)
This afternoon we had tickets for the Eiffel Tower and had to be back there by 5:15 which gave us plenty of time. We decided to continue on our bus tour and get off at the Eiffel Tower stop, drop off our shopping at the hotel and then get back for the tour. As we arrived at the Tower the bus did not stop and I went down to talk to the driver who could only tell me that the Tower was closed. By the time we understood the bus wasn't stopping we were back at the Invalides with less than an hour until our tour starts. I grabbed the shopping bags and took off back to the Hotel while Jene started walking to the tower, neither of us really knowing if we were heading in the right direction. As I moved further along the word on the street was that there had been a large protest at. The tower and all the roads were closed. When I reached the Champs de Mars I could hear the chanting and saw the protesters in the distance.
After a mad rush I made it back to the Tower, found Jene only to learn that up to 50 protesters had climbed the tower and chained themselves to the railing. SWAT police were everywhere and they were evacuating the tower. We waited for an hour and a half until they advised us that the tower would be closed until 9pm at the earliest but we were welcome to come back then and see if it was reopened. The temperatures with wind chill were about 0 degrees so we had dinner and as we finished saw a convoy of eleven police vans moving towards the tower. We decided to give it a miss.
Paris at the other extreme.
This morning we woke up to beautiful clear blue skies and no wind. It was still a little brisk but had potential for being a great day. Once again we made for the tower and our bus with the area around the tower free from any protests. Today being upstairs wasn't a problem and we enjoyed the view.
Our first stop was at the Place de la Concorde where the Obelisk is located at the start of the Champs Élysées. After looking around we walked through the Tuleries Gardens to the Louvre. On the first Sunday of each month there is free admission to the Louvre so the queues stretched around the glass pyramid.
We then hopped back on to the bus and moved on to Notre Dame. As it was a Sunday there were services on so we appreciated it's beauty from the outside. We then had our cliche Paris moment by sitting between the Notre Dame and the Seine eating baguettes. We once again hopped on the bus and travelled back to the Grand Palais and Petit Palais. I promised Jen that we would then catch the bus up to the Arc de Triomphe but as it was such a beautiful day I started walking up the Champs Élysées until we missed the bus stop. I thought I got away with it but Jen told me she knew what I was doing and that I would pay through shopping!!
The champs Élysées is everything walking in Rome isn't. It has eight traffic lanes and footpaths around 25 metres wide. There are upmarket stores on both sides of the road and the major car dealers even have shopfronts with cars inside. In the Renault store we found the new Twizy which is pretty much a golf cart cut in half and prettied up. It is smaller than a smart car and at between 7000-9000 Euros and fully electric not a bad bargain for getting around the suburbs.
Reaching the Arc de Triomphe we saw the organized chaos that is the roundabout encircling this monument. Once again there are rules that control the traffic circulation but they are not visible to the human eye. We the travelled back to the Trocadero and walked back to our hotel, buying some real French Fries for dinner on the way home. Even so early in Spring the sun does not go down until after 8.30 so we waited until 9 to go back and see the Eiffel Tower in all her night time splendor. On the hour the tower explodes into a frenzy of flashing lights for five minutes putting on a wonderful show. When that was finished we just stood and admired the beauty of it all lit up.
I would have to say that Paris is the most beautiful city I have been to and they have converted every inch of its grandeur into public museums, galleries or gardens for all to enjoy.
The Chunnel to London.
This morning was quiet as we packed and then caught a taxi to Nord Garde to catch our train trip to London. We had a few spare hours so I took Jen on a tour of a few lesser known back streets of Paris searching for the Sacre Cour church. She was getting pretty upset with me as it looked as if we were in the 'Redfern' area of town. Once I regained my bearings we finally came upon the church set on one of the few hills in Paris. The church was impressive but was spoiled, as were many of the more famous icons in Europe by the presence of hawkers trying to sell you rubbish. Some would just ask and accept no for an answer but others actually grab at you and are very aggressive and in some cases intimidating.
We walked back to the station and caught the train which is a good alternative to flying if you only have a little luggage. When you hop on the train there is limited space for large cases and it is first on best dressed. The trip took around 2.5 hours and was comfortable. (Doreen and Derek I would suggest taking the train to Paris for your holiday as it is relatively hassle free.)
We arrived at St Pancras station and walked down a couple of blocks as we decided to stay the night in London rather than try to manage the metro at peak hour with our suitcases. As we walked I had a monopoly moment as Euston Rd turns into Pentonville Rd at Kings Cross Station.
As we arrived at our hotel I had my first real meltdown of the trip when I discovered we were staying in a rundown backpacker in Kings Cross. This hit home as I carried our suitcases up four flights of stairs to a tiny room that had a view onto the local public housing high rise. Jene in her tried and true manner settled me down and I agreed to stay for the night. We then went out for dinner but ended up catching the metro to Embankment station and walking over to the Millenium Eye. It was just coming on dusk so we watched London turn on its lights with Big Ben and St Paul's Cathedral the most impressive. As we didn't bring the camera we decided we would have to come back at night again.
Next day we decided to get a cab to liverpool street station, which is the main station, as the London underground is not luggage friendly. Back off to family to spend the last of our time with them before we head home.
On arrival at Paris airport we picked up our baggage without any visa or customs control. Our private transfer brought us in through the north of the city with the glimpse of the Sacre Cour in the distance. The motorways were very good and we had little traffic to our hotel near the banks of the Seine in Rue de Charles. The hotel room was small but tidy and the whole hotel was quaint with a small lift that could only hold four people at a squeeze.
After settling in and checking the map we ventured out and up the street. About 200 metres we looked up and could see the Eiffel Tower above the buildings ahead. We continued on and as we crossed the road to walk along the river bank we came across a wide walkway called the Promenade de Australie and saw the Australian Embassy across the road.
Once again we had one of those experiences where you never really appreciate how impressive a structure is until you see it up close. The Eiffel Tower is so big that you cannot properly take it all in while you are standing close to it. The four large piers merge upwards towards its tower which then vanishes behind the various levels. There were two long queues waiting to go upstairs and it was advertised that you could expect a two hour wait. Only one lift was working and the only other option was the staircase.
We then crossed the Seine and walked up to the Trocadero so we could gain a better view. The photos do not do it justice as we watched the lights slowly come on and the fountains leading towards the tower go through their hourly routine. That evening we ate in a local restaurant. The French cuisine must be a little lacking because every second eating house advertised Italian food!
Shopping in Paree
While last night was very mild we woke this morning to overcast skies and cold winds. We headed off early to start our two day hop-on,hop-off bus tour of Paris. We caught the bus beside the Eiffel Tower and then proceeded to go pass the Invalides, Grand Palais, Louvre and Notre Dame. All very beautiful but because of the cold weather sitting in the top of an open roof bus it was not that pleasant.
We came to a major shopping precinct on the Boulevarde Haussmann where Jene needed to visit the Apple store that was set up in a beautiful old building. We decided to look around and came across a large department store known as C & A. The clothes were of good standard and they had a half price sale. Two hundred Euro later we both had a new winter wardrobe and clothes for the boys. ( this is obviously written by Scott!!)
This afternoon we had tickets for the Eiffel Tower and had to be back there by 5:15 which gave us plenty of time. We decided to continue on our bus tour and get off at the Eiffel Tower stop, drop off our shopping at the hotel and then get back for the tour. As we arrived at the Tower the bus did not stop and I went down to talk to the driver who could only tell me that the Tower was closed. By the time we understood the bus wasn't stopping we were back at the Invalides with less than an hour until our tour starts. I grabbed the shopping bags and took off back to the Hotel while Jene started walking to the tower, neither of us really knowing if we were heading in the right direction. As I moved further along the word on the street was that there had been a large protest at. The tower and all the roads were closed. When I reached the Champs de Mars I could hear the chanting and saw the protesters in the distance.
After a mad rush I made it back to the Tower, found Jene only to learn that up to 50 protesters had climbed the tower and chained themselves to the railing. SWAT police were everywhere and they were evacuating the tower. We waited for an hour and a half until they advised us that the tower would be closed until 9pm at the earliest but we were welcome to come back then and see if it was reopened. The temperatures with wind chill were about 0 degrees so we had dinner and as we finished saw a convoy of eleven police vans moving towards the tower. We decided to give it a miss.
Paris at the other extreme.
This morning we woke up to beautiful clear blue skies and no wind. It was still a little brisk but had potential for being a great day. Once again we made for the tower and our bus with the area around the tower free from any protests. Today being upstairs wasn't a problem and we enjoyed the view.
Our first stop was at the Place de la Concorde where the Obelisk is located at the start of the Champs Élysées. After looking around we walked through the Tuleries Gardens to the Louvre. On the first Sunday of each month there is free admission to the Louvre so the queues stretched around the glass pyramid.
We then hopped back on to the bus and moved on to Notre Dame. As it was a Sunday there were services on so we appreciated it's beauty from the outside. We then had our cliche Paris moment by sitting between the Notre Dame and the Seine eating baguettes. We once again hopped on the bus and travelled back to the Grand Palais and Petit Palais. I promised Jen that we would then catch the bus up to the Arc de Triomphe but as it was such a beautiful day I started walking up the Champs Élysées until we missed the bus stop. I thought I got away with it but Jen told me she knew what I was doing and that I would pay through shopping!!
The champs Élysées is everything walking in Rome isn't. It has eight traffic lanes and footpaths around 25 metres wide. There are upmarket stores on both sides of the road and the major car dealers even have shopfronts with cars inside. In the Renault store we found the new Twizy which is pretty much a golf cart cut in half and prettied up. It is smaller than a smart car and at between 7000-9000 Euros and fully electric not a bad bargain for getting around the suburbs.
Reaching the Arc de Triomphe we saw the organized chaos that is the roundabout encircling this monument. Once again there are rules that control the traffic circulation but they are not visible to the human eye. We the travelled back to the Trocadero and walked back to our hotel, buying some real French Fries for dinner on the way home. Even so early in Spring the sun does not go down until after 8.30 so we waited until 9 to go back and see the Eiffel Tower in all her night time splendor. On the hour the tower explodes into a frenzy of flashing lights for five minutes putting on a wonderful show. When that was finished we just stood and admired the beauty of it all lit up.
I would have to say that Paris is the most beautiful city I have been to and they have converted every inch of its grandeur into public museums, galleries or gardens for all to enjoy.
The Chunnel to London.
This morning was quiet as we packed and then caught a taxi to Nord Garde to catch our train trip to London. We had a few spare hours so I took Jen on a tour of a few lesser known back streets of Paris searching for the Sacre Cour church. She was getting pretty upset with me as it looked as if we were in the 'Redfern' area of town. Once I regained my bearings we finally came upon the church set on one of the few hills in Paris. The church was impressive but was spoiled, as were many of the more famous icons in Europe by the presence of hawkers trying to sell you rubbish. Some would just ask and accept no for an answer but others actually grab at you and are very aggressive and in some cases intimidating.
We walked back to the station and caught the train which is a good alternative to flying if you only have a little luggage. When you hop on the train there is limited space for large cases and it is first on best dressed. The trip took around 2.5 hours and was comfortable. (Doreen and Derek I would suggest taking the train to Paris for your holiday as it is relatively hassle free.)
We arrived at St Pancras station and walked down a couple of blocks as we decided to stay the night in London rather than try to manage the metro at peak hour with our suitcases. As we walked I had a monopoly moment as Euston Rd turns into Pentonville Rd at Kings Cross Station.
As we arrived at our hotel I had my first real meltdown of the trip when I discovered we were staying in a rundown backpacker in Kings Cross. This hit home as I carried our suitcases up four flights of stairs to a tiny room that had a view onto the local public housing high rise. Jene in her tried and true manner settled me down and I agreed to stay for the night. We then went out for dinner but ended up catching the metro to Embankment station and walking over to the Millenium Eye. It was just coming on dusk so we watched London turn on its lights with Big Ben and St Paul's Cathedral the most impressive. As we didn't bring the camera we decided we would have to come back at night again.
Next day we decided to get a cab to liverpool street station, which is the main station, as the London underground is not luggage friendly. Back off to family to spend the last of our time with them before we head home.
Monday 2 April 2012
The Rome adventure continues
Ancient Rome
In the afternoon following our Gladiator School we all took the Colosseum and combat Forum tour. This was a walking tour under the direction of a guide. The Colosseum is enormous with its dimensions similar to the playing surface of the MCG. As you walk around the outside it has the same aura and you can imagine the noise from the 60 000 spectators rising as a kill is made. Under the surface of the arena their is a labyrinth of corridors for the combatants and animals to use. A couple of times while the guide was providing information about the gladiators Jared and I would look at each other and shake our heads as we knew he was telling it wrong. Emily was asleep for much of this which meant that Jared and I were carrying her and the pram up and down the many stairs in chariot style that was suited to the venue we were in.
We then moved across the road and entered the Roman Forum that contains many of the structural remains of many of the central buildings of Caesar's Rome. These included many of the older temples and political buildings that would have been described In any novels or history books from this time. The tour still follows many of the original stone roadways so pushing Emily's pram was not very practical so once again she received the ancient Roman sedan chair ride. The tour finished with us ending up at the
We all ate at a nice little restaurant just up the road from the hotel. We thought the waiter was being very attentive to our need by supplying us with plenty of bread and pieces of fruit for Emily however when received the bill we realised his efforts were not that generous!! After dinner we all went down to the Trevi fountain and took some nice pictures. Upon returning to the hotel we said our goodbyes as Sarah and Jared were flying home and we had an early tour the next morning.
Pompeii
This morning we were picked up from our hotel at 7am for our bus trip to Naples and Pompeii. The guide, Ciara, was fluent in Italian, Spanish, German and English and had to repeat each description in the three foreign languages. Our journey out of Rome came to a temporary halt on the motorway as a large tanker had overturned and blocked lanes on both side of the highway. This took about 1/2 hour to clear. During this time we introduced ourselves to about 10 other older Aussies traveling on the bus, one of which was a Pies fan but I didn't hold that against her.
We followed the southern motorway which took us along the Apennines and a wide range of rural areas. In the distance to the left we could see mountains with snow on top. Ciara said that it was very unusual to still have snow in this area for this time of year. We stopped for morning tea and then continued on our way. A little further along we passed over the original Appian Way which was the original road from Rome. It is set on a built up embankment and no bigger than a narrow street with trees running along both sides.
Naples is a port city with a lot of history. We were taken on a guided walk that was a bit rushed due to our previous delay. The highlights were a large fort built from the Lava rock from Vesuvius and a ginormous glass domed plaza constructed 300 years ago. From here we drove to the other side of Vesuvius until we reached Pomeii were we had lunch which consisted of three courses, soup or lasagna, roast beef and ice cream. We sat with a family of two women our age from Argentina traveling with their parents. While there was a language barrier we managed to enjoy our time together.
The guided tour of Pompeii took about two hours and I was surprised how big the site was. It is only 8 kilometres from the crater of Mount Vesuvius which explains why so many were killed in the explosion and three days of eruption in 79AD. It was a very interesting experience and I was excited to see the mural portraying Alexander the Great pursuing King Darius at the Battle of Issus. The pictures provide a better explanation than I can.
Many on the tour were proceeding onto a further tour of Sorrento, the Isle of Capri which we will have to do next time we are over here. The trip home provided time for sleep and we returned to our hotel about 9.30pm.
Italy - not a good place to be if you don't eat cheese or drink wine!! (written by Jene)
Our last day in Rome and we decided to do what everyone should - cooking lessons with a chef. We met up with the rest of the group after a brisk walk through the streets of Rome trying to find the designated meeting place. There were 4 others including a young couple from Perth honeymooning around Europe (Scott and I went to Queensland!). Our chef Fabio and his assistant Monica took us through some of the streets on a short tour explaining the types of meat, bread and vegetables that are used frequently in his cooking. When he found out that I couldn't have cheese he explained we were in the wrong city! He then had to change his menu ideas to fit in at least some food that I would be able to eat. I also kept seeing shops on the walk that I wanted to return to have a better look (we did do this but Scott with his navigational skills made this into another opportunity to get me walking!!)
We worked our way to Fabio's cooking school, which happened to also be his home. Up on the shelf in the kitchen were so many bottles of olive oil that is only second to a supermarket shelf. Fabio went through the basics of cooking and the general ingredients, which of course included tomatoes, oil, garlic (but not as much as you may think), flour and eggs.
We first made bruschetta with fresh fresh tomatoes that were so sweet and yummy that I told Scott he had to get back to planting tomatoes for us. All that was in it - no its a secret recipe!! But it was delicious. We then made 2 types of pasta one made with semolina and
egg and the other with double flour and water. The pasta made with double flour we made like large shells and the other we made ravioli filled with a artichoke mix. Then we made gnocchi with a tomato sauce and crochets. I was able to have most of the dishes as mine was dished out first. All was delicious and tasted better as we had made it. Will have to see if we would do it at home though, all that was there had a blast. we rolled out of the school and went back to our hotel room the long way! After a quick rest we headed back out to hit the shops for some last minute shopping, pack the bags and bed before our 6.30 pickup for the airport, next stop Paris.
In the afternoon following our Gladiator School we all took the Colosseum and combat Forum tour. This was a walking tour under the direction of a guide. The Colosseum is enormous with its dimensions similar to the playing surface of the MCG. As you walk around the outside it has the same aura and you can imagine the noise from the 60 000 spectators rising as a kill is made. Under the surface of the arena their is a labyrinth of corridors for the combatants and animals to use. A couple of times while the guide was providing information about the gladiators Jared and I would look at each other and shake our heads as we knew he was telling it wrong. Emily was asleep for much of this which meant that Jared and I were carrying her and the pram up and down the many stairs in chariot style that was suited to the venue we were in.
We then moved across the road and entered the Roman Forum that contains many of the structural remains of many of the central buildings of Caesar's Rome. These included many of the older temples and political buildings that would have been described In any novels or history books from this time. The tour still follows many of the original stone roadways so pushing Emily's pram was not very practical so once again she received the ancient Roman sedan chair ride. The tour finished with us ending up at the
We all ate at a nice little restaurant just up the road from the hotel. We thought the waiter was being very attentive to our need by supplying us with plenty of bread and pieces of fruit for Emily however when received the bill we realised his efforts were not that generous!! After dinner we all went down to the Trevi fountain and took some nice pictures. Upon returning to the hotel we said our goodbyes as Sarah and Jared were flying home and we had an early tour the next morning.
Pompeii
This morning we were picked up from our hotel at 7am for our bus trip to Naples and Pompeii. The guide, Ciara, was fluent in Italian, Spanish, German and English and had to repeat each description in the three foreign languages. Our journey out of Rome came to a temporary halt on the motorway as a large tanker had overturned and blocked lanes on both side of the highway. This took about 1/2 hour to clear. During this time we introduced ourselves to about 10 other older Aussies traveling on the bus, one of which was a Pies fan but I didn't hold that against her.
We followed the southern motorway which took us along the Apennines and a wide range of rural areas. In the distance to the left we could see mountains with snow on top. Ciara said that it was very unusual to still have snow in this area for this time of year. We stopped for morning tea and then continued on our way. A little further along we passed over the original Appian Way which was the original road from Rome. It is set on a built up embankment and no bigger than a narrow street with trees running along both sides.
Naples is a port city with a lot of history. We were taken on a guided walk that was a bit rushed due to our previous delay. The highlights were a large fort built from the Lava rock from Vesuvius and a ginormous glass domed plaza constructed 300 years ago. From here we drove to the other side of Vesuvius until we reached Pomeii were we had lunch which consisted of three courses, soup or lasagna, roast beef and ice cream. We sat with a family of two women our age from Argentina traveling with their parents. While there was a language barrier we managed to enjoy our time together.
The guided tour of Pompeii took about two hours and I was surprised how big the site was. It is only 8 kilometres from the crater of Mount Vesuvius which explains why so many were killed in the explosion and three days of eruption in 79AD. It was a very interesting experience and I was excited to see the mural portraying Alexander the Great pursuing King Darius at the Battle of Issus. The pictures provide a better explanation than I can.
Many on the tour were proceeding onto a further tour of Sorrento, the Isle of Capri which we will have to do next time we are over here. The trip home provided time for sleep and we returned to our hotel about 9.30pm.
Italy - not a good place to be if you don't eat cheese or drink wine!! (written by Jene)
Our last day in Rome and we decided to do what everyone should - cooking lessons with a chef. We met up with the rest of the group after a brisk walk through the streets of Rome trying to find the designated meeting place. There were 4 others including a young couple from Perth honeymooning around Europe (Scott and I went to Queensland!). Our chef Fabio and his assistant Monica took us through some of the streets on a short tour explaining the types of meat, bread and vegetables that are used frequently in his cooking. When he found out that I couldn't have cheese he explained we were in the wrong city! He then had to change his menu ideas to fit in at least some food that I would be able to eat. I also kept seeing shops on the walk that I wanted to return to have a better look (we did do this but Scott with his navigational skills made this into another opportunity to get me walking!!)
We worked our way to Fabio's cooking school, which happened to also be his home. Up on the shelf in the kitchen were so many bottles of olive oil that is only second to a supermarket shelf. Fabio went through the basics of cooking and the general ingredients, which of course included tomatoes, oil, garlic (but not as much as you may think), flour and eggs.
We first made bruschetta with fresh fresh tomatoes that were so sweet and yummy that I told Scott he had to get back to planting tomatoes for us. All that was in it - no its a secret recipe!! But it was delicious. We then made 2 types of pasta one made with semolina and
egg and the other with double flour and water. The pasta made with double flour we made like large shells and the other we made ravioli filled with a artichoke mix. Then we made gnocchi with a tomato sauce and crochets. I was able to have most of the dishes as mine was dished out first. All was delicious and tasted better as we had made it. Will have to see if we would do it at home though, all that was there had a blast. we rolled out of the school and went back to our hotel room the long way! After a quick rest we headed back out to hit the shops for some last minute shopping, pack the bags and bed before our 6.30 pickup for the airport, next stop Paris.
The Rome adventure begins
We are three weeks into our trip and have only now encountered our first problem. Jene confirmed our flight tickets with Lufthansa on line but it only provided us with the first leg of our flight to Frankfurt so we planned to get to the airport early to sort it out. When arrived we were advised that the first flight was delayed by fog and we would not meet our connecting flight to Rome. They booked us on the next possible flight but it meant that instead of arriving at 2 pm we would not get in till 5:30. Sarah and Jared would have a 3 - 4 hour wait for us to arrive at the hotel. Plenty of shopping time for Sarah but Jene was not impressed that this cut into her shopping day (Jene - I think Scott secretly arrange for this mishap to happen!!)
On arriving in Rome our transfer to the hotel fell through because of the delay so we were advised to use a taxi van for 20 euro each. It was now peak hour traffic and it took about an hour to reach our destination but gave us our first experience with Roman traffic. While traffic in Beijing was mad it had a sense of rhythm that all on the road understood. In Rome it was do what you want and beep your horn loudly. The bicycles of Beijing were replaced by the Vespa who had no hesitation to use the middle of the road as an additional lane where the was no lines or room to suggest this should happen. Jene spent the ride with her hands over her eyes and her foot on her imaginary brake.
The role of pedestrians was the lowest on the rung and you were only afforded a safe space of about 1 metre with bikes and cars utilizing either side. The secret is to be committed and show no fear.
We booked in and met up with Sarah, Jared and Emily who had already looked around and found a restaurant for dinner. After dinner we all walked up the hill to see the view from the top of the Spanish Steps, in which Jene and I had our first taste of gelato, yum. then Jene and I walked the couple of blocks to the Trevi Fountain. For such an iconic monument the Romans managed to tuck it into a tiny out of the way square. Though it was late at night there were literally hundreds of people having photos taken and throwing the three coins in the fountain, which is supposed to guarantee you to return to Rome. I told Jen that if she wanted to return to Rome she could not afford to throw any money away.
I am Spartacus!!!
I could not believe how nervous I was this morning as I prepared for my much awaited visit to Gladiator School. Jared had been talking himself up all night about how he was going to whip my butt but he too looked as if he was going to be thrown to the Lions.
We all caught a taxi to the school set in a dusty little street off the Appian Way. For those who know their Roman History even being on the Appian Way was a thrill as we made our way outside the old city walls. The school site consists of a couple of small structures housing a very basic museum and an outside arena with a sand floor and and a small viewing area where the girls set up.
Apart from the gladiator school experience the site is used by a Roman Legion reenactment group who participate in annual historical events. We were Introduced to our instructor who was a very fit looking older man who took his role pretty seriously. Before training he explained about the role of Legionnaires in the Republican armies and showed us uniforms and equipment utilized by the Legions and the Praetorian Guards. He then explained the role of gladiators in Roman society, the different types and how games were run.
Jared and I were then able to try on some of the original helmets worn by the various gladiator categories as well as hold the shields and weapons. The weight of all the equipment, especially the helmets was amazing, and you could appreciate that most contests didn't last more than 10 minutes.(Nerdy Fact... All gladiators were slaves and under Roman law were forbidden to kill another person. That is why the successful combatant had to wait for the Roman running the games to give him permission to kill his opponent. To save the loser the sign given was not the thumbs up as shown in movies but
The thumb tucked into the fist which signified to 'put your sword back into its scabbard').
A couple of times during the day Jene tried videoing what our instructor was saying which was ticking him off. Jared and I kept telling her to stop because he was tough on us already without upsetting him before he started using a sword on us, but this didn't seem to bother Jene at all!!
Jared and I then stepped into the arena, put on our tunics and were instructed in the basic principles of gladiator fighting. We first learnt the five attacking moves and then the five basic defensive moves. For those that have seen the video coverage please note that the speed has been slowed down so you can appreciate the skill involved. Also note that they did not have the super heavyweight tunic for me.
Once we were trained in the moves Jared and I were allowed to fight freestyle taking it in turns to be the attacker or defender. The pressure was intense under the watchful eye of our tutor and with Jene and Sarah in the stands laughing and continually condemning both of us to an honorable death with 'thumbs down' at every opportunity. After much battle it became apparent that Jared's 'tough talk' from the night before was all show and I kicked his butt. In defending one of his ferocious sword thrusts I fended him away and caught him on the hand. You would have thought I had cut his hand off but he manfully continued but eventually fell at the last hurdle like his beloved Arsenal.
The whole experience was amazing and I learnt a lot, so much so that I bought two rudis,wooden training swords, and am planning to set up my own gladiator school back home. 'Like' this entry on Facebook and I will sign you up.
On arriving in Rome our transfer to the hotel fell through because of the delay so we were advised to use a taxi van for 20 euro each. It was now peak hour traffic and it took about an hour to reach our destination but gave us our first experience with Roman traffic. While traffic in Beijing was mad it had a sense of rhythm that all on the road understood. In Rome it was do what you want and beep your horn loudly. The bicycles of Beijing were replaced by the Vespa who had no hesitation to use the middle of the road as an additional lane where the was no lines or room to suggest this should happen. Jene spent the ride with her hands over her eyes and her foot on her imaginary brake.
The role of pedestrians was the lowest on the rung and you were only afforded a safe space of about 1 metre with bikes and cars utilizing either side. The secret is to be committed and show no fear.
We booked in and met up with Sarah, Jared and Emily who had already looked around and found a restaurant for dinner. After dinner we all walked up the hill to see the view from the top of the Spanish Steps, in which Jene and I had our first taste of gelato, yum. then Jene and I walked the couple of blocks to the Trevi Fountain. For such an iconic monument the Romans managed to tuck it into a tiny out of the way square. Though it was late at night there were literally hundreds of people having photos taken and throwing the three coins in the fountain, which is supposed to guarantee you to return to Rome. I told Jen that if she wanted to return to Rome she could not afford to throw any money away.
I am Spartacus!!!
I could not believe how nervous I was this morning as I prepared for my much awaited visit to Gladiator School. Jared had been talking himself up all night about how he was going to whip my butt but he too looked as if he was going to be thrown to the Lions.
We all caught a taxi to the school set in a dusty little street off the Appian Way. For those who know their Roman History even being on the Appian Way was a thrill as we made our way outside the old city walls. The school site consists of a couple of small structures housing a very basic museum and an outside arena with a sand floor and and a small viewing area where the girls set up.
Apart from the gladiator school experience the site is used by a Roman Legion reenactment group who participate in annual historical events. We were Introduced to our instructor who was a very fit looking older man who took his role pretty seriously. Before training he explained about the role of Legionnaires in the Republican armies and showed us uniforms and equipment utilized by the Legions and the Praetorian Guards. He then explained the role of gladiators in Roman society, the different types and how games were run.
Jared and I were then able to try on some of the original helmets worn by the various gladiator categories as well as hold the shields and weapons. The weight of all the equipment, especially the helmets was amazing, and you could appreciate that most contests didn't last more than 10 minutes.(Nerdy Fact... All gladiators were slaves and under Roman law were forbidden to kill another person. That is why the successful combatant had to wait for the Roman running the games to give him permission to kill his opponent. To save the loser the sign given was not the thumbs up as shown in movies but
The thumb tucked into the fist which signified to 'put your sword back into its scabbard').
A couple of times during the day Jene tried videoing what our instructor was saying which was ticking him off. Jared and I kept telling her to stop because he was tough on us already without upsetting him before he started using a sword on us, but this didn't seem to bother Jene at all!!
Jared and I then stepped into the arena, put on our tunics and were instructed in the basic principles of gladiator fighting. We first learnt the five attacking moves and then the five basic defensive moves. For those that have seen the video coverage please note that the speed has been slowed down so you can appreciate the skill involved. Also note that they did not have the super heavyweight tunic for me.
Once we were trained in the moves Jared and I were allowed to fight freestyle taking it in turns to be the attacker or defender. The pressure was intense under the watchful eye of our tutor and with Jene and Sarah in the stands laughing and continually condemning both of us to an honorable death with 'thumbs down' at every opportunity. After much battle it became apparent that Jared's 'tough talk' from the night before was all show and I kicked his butt. In defending one of his ferocious sword thrusts I fended him away and caught him on the hand. You would have thought I had cut his hand off but he manfully continued but eventually fell at the last hurdle like his beloved Arsenal.
The whole experience was amazing and I learnt a lot, so much so that I bought two rudis,wooden training swords, and am planning to set up my own gladiator school back home. 'Like' this entry on Facebook and I will sign you up.
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