Ps I am home now, tired and jet -lagged.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
The 12 hour lunch-blog for foodies
Occasionally on the road you can take an entire day for yourself!
The 7am alarm goes so I can catch the 8.15 am train from Milano Centrale to Montova, about 2 hours away, towards Verona.
Where I really wanted to go to was Renate, a small hamlet next to a tiny lake, near to a small town called Sul del Olio but the not so-helpful train staff at platform 21 insist this will be the closest station.
The sun was finally shining and it was a warm 5 degrees as Jo and I strode to the station. The sun helps to put a different light on the backside of any city which is what I think any entrance or exit of a city on a train looks like. Always scruffy and covered in graffiti with crowded tenements like festering spots.
As we picked up pace across the plains and headed north east the sun disappeared into a mist. Every now and again it cleared enough to glimpse men walking with dogs across fields with guns dangling at their arms.
Jo was quickly feeling travel sick as the train rocked at speed. I seem to have lost that tendency on the way thank-goodness.
We arrived in Mantova at 10.30 and then had the challenge of trying to find our way back to Runate using local transport. We were booked into lunch for 12.00 but it was still impossible to connect local trains or buses and get there on time so we were forced to take the 60 Euro taxi.
Villa Santini was our destination, and Dal Pescatore the restaurant housed within. Not any restaurant...one of the top 50 in the world with 3 Michelin Stars. Worth eating off platforms for weeks beforehand,we hoped.
Villa Santini is a traditional farm set up with a cluster of buildings around courtyards and gardens. The grandfather was the original ‘dal Pescatore’ as he had caught and fried the local small fish from the lake. There are dozens of restaurants in Italy called Dal Pescatore of course, ‘the fisherman’.
We were ushered into the one of the reception rooms as we were somewhat early. Jo went for a wander to try to settle her stomach but was soon back inside as it was so cold outside. I read various guides to the top eateries in Italy and took in the colours and textures of the room.
A waiter appeared and offered us a Spumante as an appetizer with melted/fried Parmesan that looked like potato chips. Why not? The waiters were all friendly and helpful and able to explain everything in English. In fact our first waiter was Japanese.
Closer to our allotted time we were ushered through into the dining room. It was quite lavishly decorated with large mirrors, copies of famous paintings, and plenty of large flower arrangements. The tables were set exquisitely of course, and what took my eye as useful were the foot stools next to each seat to place your handbag on. What set the room off was the view through the portico's or sloped ceilings of the deep veranda, and the large farm dogs playing in the yard.
Gandma was seen at one stage in her pinny wandering through the garden, probably off to pick some fresh herbs or flowers for the dishes. She grows the crocus from which they collect their own saffron.
Mr and Mrs Santini preside over the kitchen and the dining room. He was the host coming to each table in turn at intervals, and she in the kitchen. The son and daughter are also in the kitchen. I think it was their daughter who had greeted us and was later on waitressing.
I had read that the ideal way to make the most of dining experience was to opt for one of their tastings menus, although it is possible to do a la carte. I opted for the special autumn menu while Jo went for the local specialities menu which had quite a few fish dishes in it. The tasting menu dishes are tiny and pictures of beauty. Each tasting menu has around a dozen dishes in it!
I won’t bore you with the exact order or too much detail but highlights included:
-tiny deep fried and crumbed frog legs (speciality of the area)
-trio of ravioli with fresh white truffle grated on top
-beef that disappeared in my mouth before I had a chance to chew
-a trio of desserts that were then accompanied by a tray of finger sized sweets such as handmade truffles, pralines, lemon tarts the size of a finger nails, Turkish delight, walnut sized chocolate mousse....
Of course accompanying all of this gastronomy was wine. I chose a bottle of Sangiovese. It was just right, aromatic with some tannins that didn’t grab too much initially and by the end were feeling like soft caressing velvet slip- sliding down.
Well heeled ‘locals’ appeared to be the main clients, couples on a special outing or small groupings. Jeans, hounds tooth jackets for the men, women in tight designer jeans and a flash blouse, plenty of jewellery or the more horsey type also in a hounds tooth jacket, no makeup.
The complicating factor in us leaving was that Jo had decided to try to make Rome by night as the trains were going to be on strike from 9pm until 9pm the next day, so she had all her gear, whereas I had decided to stay put in Milan for the weekend and get the early Monday morning express to Rome. She rushed off in a local taxi trying to make the connections (she missed by less than 5 minutes) while I got a ride later on to the main trunk line between Verona and Milan, from the neighbouring couple from Austria. He is a professor of chemistry and she a doctor who played golf, so we had plenty to talk about.
Waving goodbye (they had gone a long way out of their way), I had a nice warm feeling all through, not just from the wine and food. What a great day! Snoozing on the train back to Milan was easy, and we pulled back into the station at 7pm. I strolled home, with a few burps of truffle to help me on the way, and collapsed into bed for a sound night’s sleep.
It will be hard to beat this 12 hour lunch experience.
The 7am alarm goes so I can catch the 8.15 am train from Milano Centrale to Montova, about 2 hours away, towards Verona.
Where I really wanted to go to was Renate, a small hamlet next to a tiny lake, near to a small town called Sul del Olio but the not so-helpful train staff at platform 21 insist this will be the closest station.
The sun was finally shining and it was a warm 5 degrees as Jo and I strode to the station. The sun helps to put a different light on the backside of any city which is what I think any entrance or exit of a city on a train looks like. Always scruffy and covered in graffiti with crowded tenements like festering spots.
As we picked up pace across the plains and headed north east the sun disappeared into a mist. Every now and again it cleared enough to glimpse men walking with dogs across fields with guns dangling at their arms.
Jo was quickly feeling travel sick as the train rocked at speed. I seem to have lost that tendency on the way thank-goodness.
We arrived in Mantova at 10.30 and then had the challenge of trying to find our way back to Runate using local transport. We were booked into lunch for 12.00 but it was still impossible to connect local trains or buses and get there on time so we were forced to take the 60 Euro taxi.
Villa Santini was our destination, and Dal Pescatore the restaurant housed within. Not any restaurant...one of the top 50 in the world with 3 Michelin Stars. Worth eating off platforms for weeks beforehand,we hoped.
Villa Santini is a traditional farm set up with a cluster of buildings around courtyards and gardens. The grandfather was the original ‘dal Pescatore’ as he had caught and fried the local small fish from the lake. There are dozens of restaurants in Italy called Dal Pescatore of course, ‘the fisherman’.
We were ushered into the one of the reception rooms as we were somewhat early. Jo went for a wander to try to settle her stomach but was soon back inside as it was so cold outside. I read various guides to the top eateries in Italy and took in the colours and textures of the room.
A waiter appeared and offered us a Spumante as an appetizer with melted/fried Parmesan that looked like potato chips. Why not? The waiters were all friendly and helpful and able to explain everything in English. In fact our first waiter was Japanese.
Closer to our allotted time we were ushered through into the dining room. It was quite lavishly decorated with large mirrors, copies of famous paintings, and plenty of large flower arrangements. The tables were set exquisitely of course, and what took my eye as useful were the foot stools next to each seat to place your handbag on. What set the room off was the view through the portico's or sloped ceilings of the deep veranda, and the large farm dogs playing in the yard.
Gandma was seen at one stage in her pinny wandering through the garden, probably off to pick some fresh herbs or flowers for the dishes. She grows the crocus from which they collect their own saffron.
Mr and Mrs Santini preside over the kitchen and the dining room. He was the host coming to each table in turn at intervals, and she in the kitchen. The son and daughter are also in the kitchen. I think it was their daughter who had greeted us and was later on waitressing.
I had read that the ideal way to make the most of dining experience was to opt for one of their tastings menus, although it is possible to do a la carte. I opted for the special autumn menu while Jo went for the local specialities menu which had quite a few fish dishes in it. The tasting menu dishes are tiny and pictures of beauty. Each tasting menu has around a dozen dishes in it!
I won’t bore you with the exact order or too much detail but highlights included:
-tiny deep fried and crumbed frog legs (speciality of the area)
-trio of ravioli with fresh white truffle grated on top
-beef that disappeared in my mouth before I had a chance to chew
-a trio of desserts that were then accompanied by a tray of finger sized sweets such as handmade truffles, pralines, lemon tarts the size of a finger nails, Turkish delight, walnut sized chocolate mousse....
Of course accompanying all of this gastronomy was wine. I chose a bottle of Sangiovese. It was just right, aromatic with some tannins that didn’t grab too much initially and by the end were feeling like soft caressing velvet slip- sliding down.
Well heeled ‘locals’ appeared to be the main clients, couples on a special outing or small groupings. Jeans, hounds tooth jackets for the men, women in tight designer jeans and a flash blouse, plenty of jewellery or the more horsey type also in a hounds tooth jacket, no makeup.
The complicating factor in us leaving was that Jo had decided to try to make Rome by night as the trains were going to be on strike from 9pm until 9pm the next day, so she had all her gear, whereas I had decided to stay put in Milan for the weekend and get the early Monday morning express to Rome. She rushed off in a local taxi trying to make the connections (she missed by less than 5 minutes) while I got a ride later on to the main trunk line between Verona and Milan, from the neighbouring couple from Austria. He is a professor of chemistry and she a doctor who played golf, so we had plenty to talk about.
Waving goodbye (they had gone a long way out of their way), I had a nice warm feeling all through, not just from the wine and food. What a great day! Snoozing on the train back to Milan was easy, and we pulled back into the station at 7pm. I strolled home, with a few burps of truffle to help me on the way, and collapsed into bed for a sound night’s sleep.
It will be hard to beat this 12 hour lunch experience.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Berlin high jinx
Well I have finally done Berlin justice, even if it did have to wait until 50+!! Nearly all previous times here I have watched hockey or been too tired to leave the hotel.
Parties, night clubs, zooming around looking for the next party as teens do..all part of ICEF, one of the biggest 3 day parties I have ever been to (the working parts for people working were also awesome but that story belongs on my work blog which locked for clients only, and I was not working as such as I was there as a guest, just floating and networking for myself).
My Kazakhstan sister and I began the dancing on the second night ICEF Party, and my Saudi brother and I finished it. Bloody good for the soul. About a thousand people going hard can be quite intoxicating! I scared the man off, who asked "what room are you in?" with "I am 51 mother of 3 and happily married"!!
On the last day everyone is exhausted but then all the after parties start. You get invitations during the events.
I was a bit of a granny and came home early at 1.30 am. as the night club pumping was a bit too much however the views from the 24th floor of the Europa Centre made it all worthwhile.
1st party was the Italian one where I jacked up an appt in Bologna next week (always working) and then to Irish party where live Irish music was playing and then to GLS party at their campus. Finally to the I LAC party at the night club where I met my Colombian agent, did some go-go impersonations with my Kazhaktsan sister then came home!!. Jeepers, until next time.
As we left the ICEF we found out that U2 are playing in Berlin on Thursday night as per 20 years ago, so we changed our sleeper train reservation to a train out of Berlin rather than Frankfurt.
subsequently have found out that you need a ticket for the free event but will go and hang with the 10's of thousands anyway. Happy anniversary Baz, I will wave on the MTV show.
Parties, night clubs, zooming around looking for the next party as teens do..all part of ICEF, one of the biggest 3 day parties I have ever been to (the working parts for people working were also awesome but that story belongs on my work blog which locked for clients only, and I was not working as such as I was there as a guest, just floating and networking for myself).
My Kazakhstan sister and I began the dancing on the second night ICEF Party, and my Saudi brother and I finished it. Bloody good for the soul. About a thousand people going hard can be quite intoxicating! I scared the man off, who asked "what room are you in?" with "I am 51 mother of 3 and happily married"!!
On the last day everyone is exhausted but then all the after parties start. You get invitations during the events.
I was a bit of a granny and came home early at 1.30 am. as the night club pumping was a bit too much however the views from the 24th floor of the Europa Centre made it all worthwhile.
1st party was the Italian one where I jacked up an appt in Bologna next week (always working) and then to Irish party where live Irish music was playing and then to GLS party at their campus. Finally to the I LAC party at the night club where I met my Colombian agent, did some go-go impersonations with my Kazhaktsan sister then came home!!. Jeepers, until next time.
As we left the ICEF we found out that U2 are playing in Berlin on Thursday night as per 20 years ago, so we changed our sleeper train reservation to a train out of Berlin rather than Frankfurt.
subsequently have found out that you need a ticket for the free event but will go and hang with the 10's of thousands anyway. Happy anniversary Baz, I will wave on the MTV show.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
ICEF in Berlin
I am now back in Berlin, on the last day of the ICEF agents fair, the biggest in the world. around 900 agents and similar institutions so the whole of the Intercontinental taken over plus another couple of hotels. All of the existing guests had only been booked until the first day so there was a mass exodus including a couple of important guests, Gorbechev and George Bush Snr!!
GB shuffled past me but didn't stop and chat as he obviously figured I was busy. A Maltese agent guy was in the lift and an old guy got in with a funny mark on his head and he thought, no it can't be?
Sunday was a conference set up, so listened to presentations to online solutions, new products, surveys on state of market etc. The presentations will go up on the ICEF site.
At night we had the opening party with food, free flowing wine and thousands packed in. We all had to shout which was not good on the vocal cords. Much networking took place and tom foolery eg dancing until 1 am with a huge range of people, my new 'sister' who loves Latin and is an Ozzie Singaporean, her Spanish new-mates, their mate who is English Jamaican and can speak most languages, some Sardinians who were goggling my 'sister', a NZer in charge of marketing ICEF blond westie that she is..... enough I am getting tired remembering. The main requirement for being on the road is stamina as I keep saying and the ability to net work.
Yesterday (Monday) was even more full on.
The others all had face to face interviews every 20 minutes in a huge hall that was hot and loud. I was so pleased it was not me in there. Extremely hard work.
I parked myself up near the bar area and people kept sitting next to me who were relevant and interesting. the fact I had my 100% Pure t shirt over a long sleeved woollen top helped! I also toured the display stands and gathered interesting info and chatted to people.
I also had a few actual meetings with people as some of my requests to visit said they would be here.
I also had a meeting with a German agent who did not answer my request to meet in Stuttgart, and it went very well. I got that chance through the networking. Details later.
I have been getting taxis as it has been raining and 3 degrees,
Off to the GLS meeting now so more updates later on from the free internet here at Arcotel Velvet hotel.
Tschuess,
Suzette
GB shuffled past me but didn't stop and chat as he obviously figured I was busy. A Maltese agent guy was in the lift and an old guy got in with a funny mark on his head and he thought, no it can't be?
Sunday was a conference set up, so listened to presentations to online solutions, new products, surveys on state of market etc. The presentations will go up on the ICEF site.
At night we had the opening party with food, free flowing wine and thousands packed in. We all had to shout which was not good on the vocal cords. Much networking took place and tom foolery eg dancing until 1 am with a huge range of people, my new 'sister' who loves Latin and is an Ozzie Singaporean, her Spanish new-mates, their mate who is English Jamaican and can speak most languages, some Sardinians who were goggling my 'sister', a NZer in charge of marketing ICEF blond westie that she is..... enough I am getting tired remembering. The main requirement for being on the road is stamina as I keep saying and the ability to net work.
Yesterday (Monday) was even more full on.
The others all had face to face interviews every 20 minutes in a huge hall that was hot and loud. I was so pleased it was not me in there. Extremely hard work.
I parked myself up near the bar area and people kept sitting next to me who were relevant and interesting. the fact I had my 100% Pure t shirt over a long sleeved woollen top helped! I also toured the display stands and gathered interesting info and chatted to people.
I also had a few actual meetings with people as some of my requests to visit said they would be here.
I also had a meeting with a German agent who did not answer my request to meet in Stuttgart, and it went very well. I got that chance through the networking. Details later.
I have been getting taxis as it has been raining and 3 degrees,
Off to the GLS meeting now so more updates later on from the free internet here at Arcotel Velvet hotel.
Tschuess,
Suzette
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
A very funny response from my friend in the Hawkes Bay..worth a bigger audienceH
Dear Vagamudo Blogger,
What the hell are you waffling on about in Brugge?Giving Jamie Oliver a run for his clothes.Have you started a new blog ___ food & crims .Europe/come.!!!?*%*3#.
God you're hard to keep up with,what with muggers,bag snatchers,gourmand delights,leather boots- if only Agatha Christie could still put pen to paper it would be moreTitilating than training on Her Orient Express.
Busy organising Maori Haka at Mangere on your arrival Tama Iti (Activist),Buck Shelford (Sportsman),Charles Royal( Chef),Tariana Turia (Politics) nb:Cross section covering all bases!! are hoping to be there so hope you will be wearing your Promote NZ T shirt,Jandals and dark shades so we recognise you.
Having fun in the sun sipping cool Hawkes Bay Viognier & munching olives,figs & cheese.
When do you hit NZ shores as Powhiri takes a bit of organising!!
Love (Kiwi Semi -Naked Chef)
Joce
What the hell are you waffling on about in Brugge?Giving Jamie Oliver a run for his clothes.Have you started a new blog ___ food & crims .Europe/come.!!!?*%*3#.
God you're hard to keep up with,what with muggers,bag snatchers,gourmand delights,leather boots- if only Agatha Christie could still put pen to paper it would be moreTitilating than training on Her Orient Express.
Busy organising Maori Haka at Mangere on your arrival Tama Iti (Activist),Buck Shelford (Sportsman),Charles Royal( Chef),Tariana Turia (Politics) nb:Cross section covering all bases!! are hoping to be there so hope you will be wearing your Promote NZ T shirt,Jandals and dark shades so we recognise you.
Having fun in the sun sipping cool Hawkes Bay Viognier & munching olives,figs & cheese.
When do you hit NZ shores as Powhiri takes a bit of organising!!
Love (Kiwi Semi -Naked Chef)
Joce
Train journy reports....swine flu??
Guten morgen
From a frikken train still! I am feeling like my life is on a train. Prob cos I have spent 18 hrs of last 36 on one!
Flying through the night to Manheim, starving, as bloody useless boy has not brought me the menu. He is scared of English and also thick and new. I heard the guards talking when I waited for the loo. I finally got my Spanish red vino, thank god.
I change trains to Bonn so hopefully can get some real food. The breafast place said on a sign "please do not take food away", so that stopped me taking a snack away for train.
The train feels like it is going a million miles an hour, backwards into time. Maybe I should sit going forward?
Probably going 300 km again but no speed dial this time to confirm. On ICE you get power so my iPhone is running songs in my head and I am doing this. Too tired to write up rest of today Got 15 contacts into data base before I gave up.
It is compulsory to have a lap top in this cabin!
And to talk loudly into cell ph mentionning Afghanistan, New York,Lucern, whatever... Fascinating.
Finished my jersey and to celebrate I wore it off the train to the platform!!!
Not sure about the collar yet. I doubled it over and sewed it.
I have to look into a mirror. Thank goodness I had the pins with me!! My novel may be called "A dozen pins and a pair of needles.
........
Absoluely every bugger on these trains has a cold and is either sneezing or sniffing. I refused to shake hands with, and blocked my nose, as one of the organizers of WEBA said loudly he was sick "but don't worry he had not been attacked by a pig."
I am seeing swine flu everywhere. I turned around and this guy was behind me and he looked like he was bloody dieing of swine flu. Of course the news us full of the football game cancelled because of 3 cases of swine fllu in the team, which then led to riots btw the opposition supporters
Now in having dinner and a huge sneeze from man and an equally loud "gazunt heit" ( can't spell it) He has kept sneezing as I write this andy nose is itching so I have come to the conclusion it was the pepper the guy opposite was applying liberally.
..........
In a darkened cabin and lights reflecting off the Rhine and every few minutes another castle that is lit up, flashes by. Oh yeah, I am flashing by.
Tooooo much today to soak it all in. The view leaving Zurich was one of the best I have ever seen. Matterhorn dusted in snow in background. I don't think I have seen that view before. The views prior equal to all the best before eg Gt Wall, Iguazzu, Himalayas etc Wow
From a frikken train still! I am feeling like my life is on a train. Prob cos I have spent 18 hrs of last 36 on one!
Flying through the night to Manheim, starving, as bloody useless boy has not brought me the menu. He is scared of English and also thick and new. I heard the guards talking when I waited for the loo. I finally got my Spanish red vino, thank god.
I change trains to Bonn so hopefully can get some real food. The breafast place said on a sign "please do not take food away", so that stopped me taking a snack away for train.
The train feels like it is going a million miles an hour, backwards into time. Maybe I should sit going forward?
Probably going 300 km again but no speed dial this time to confirm. On ICE you get power so my iPhone is running songs in my head and I am doing this. Too tired to write up rest of today Got 15 contacts into data base before I gave up.
It is compulsory to have a lap top in this cabin!
And to talk loudly into cell ph mentionning Afghanistan, New York,Lucern, whatever... Fascinating.
Finished my jersey and to celebrate I wore it off the train to the platform!!!
Not sure about the collar yet. I doubled it over and sewed it.
I have to look into a mirror. Thank goodness I had the pins with me!! My novel may be called "A dozen pins and a pair of needles.
........
Absoluely every bugger on these trains has a cold and is either sneezing or sniffing. I refused to shake hands with, and blocked my nose, as one of the organizers of WEBA said loudly he was sick "but don't worry he had not been attacked by a pig."
I am seeing swine flu everywhere. I turned around and this guy was behind me and he looked like he was bloody dieing of swine flu. Of course the news us full of the football game cancelled because of 3 cases of swine fllu in the team, which then led to riots btw the opposition supporters
Now in having dinner and a huge sneeze from man and an equally loud "gazunt heit" ( can't spell it) He has kept sneezing as I write this andy nose is itching so I have come to the conclusion it was the pepper the guy opposite was applying liberally.
..........
In a darkened cabin and lights reflecting off the Rhine and every few minutes another castle that is lit up, flashes by. Oh yeah, I am flashing by.
Tooooo much today to soak it all in. The view leaving Zurich was one of the best I have ever seen. Matterhorn dusted in snow in background. I don't think I have seen that view before. The views prior equal to all the best before eg Gt Wall, Iguazzu, Himalayas etc Wow
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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