Exploring Italy’s City Streets and Country Roads
The view of the Umbrian countryside from the top of Orvieto. Photos by Mike Crisalogo
Travelling from Rome to Venice via Umbria and Tuscany’s country roads
The last trip my grandmother and father ever took in Italy was more than 60 years ago, from the family home in Sicily toward the port where they’d board the MS Vulcania and sail toward a new life in Canada.
By contrast, my last ride in Italy was aboard a luxury coach with extra leg room, courtesy of my host Insight Vacations, during a press trip to sample their Country Roads of Umbria and Tuscany tour. With tour guide Belinda – a virtual encyclopedia of all things Italy – at the helm, our ride from the Eternal City to the Floating City included stops in ancient towns and saintly landmarks, meals with celebrated Italian chefs and dessert with a world champion gelato maker, as well as a visit and lunch with a bona fide Italian count.
DAY 1: We land in Rome on a drizzly Friday evening. I meet many of my travel companions on the Insight coach at the airport. A number of them are journalists from Australia. Sadly, I have little frame of reference about Australia outside of what I learned from the Crocodile Dundee films. I mention I’m from Toronto. Sadly, they have little frame of reference about Toronto outside of what they heard following Rob Ford’s exploits. So, naturally, we get along swimmingly.Rome’s Piazza del Campidoglio on a rainy evening.
Our group stays at the palatial five-star Regina Baglioni Hotel. And palatial is barely an exaggeration. There isn’t much time to jump up and down on the massive bed in my room, though, as we head out for an evening tour of the Eternal City that culminates at Michelangelo’s staircase, the rain-soaked and the ruins of the Capitoline Hill.
Outside of Rome our coach pulls over next to a massive rock formation in the middle of the Umbrian countryside. This, our local guide Marco tells us, is Orvieto: an Etruscan built, Roman-claimed village built high on rock that he likens to “a piece of Swiss cheese”. And how do you get up to the village? Why, an elevator of course.Chef Lorenzo Polegri pours a sampling of his six-hour old olive oil.
It’s not clear if the Etruscans or the Romans installed the shiny steel elevator but, once at the top, Chef Lorenzo Polegri and his wife Kimberly take us on a brief tour of the town (including the breathtaking view of the countryside) before a toast with Prosecco and cheese in their yet-to-open restaurant. Later, in their current restaurant, the award-winning Zeppelin, Lorenzo offers a lesson in homemade pasta-making before a lunch that includes thick, green, six-hour old olive oil from Lorenzo’s own olive grove.
DAY 3: We wake to the sound of church bells ringing across Perugia before heading to one of my favourite destinations: Assisi. On the way Belinda gives us the lowdown on the town: it’s the fifth most visited city in Italy thanks to the pilgrims who flock there; it’s also the arch-rival of Perugia (sorry Marco); one of its churches, St. Mary of the Angels, is the 7th largest in the world and more saints hail from the region of Umbria than anywhere else, giving the region its nickname la terra dei santi or “the land of the saints.”
As we exit the bus Marco points to the town, raised high on the hillside. “The best way to go back to the Middle Ages,” he exclaims, “take the escalator!”
Then he points to an escalator that scales the hillside and drops visitors right near the town’s gate.
Once inside the town, the exquisite views of the Umbrian landscape, the picturesque piazzas and the historic churches and relics that pay tribute to the city’s two most famous saints – St. Francis and St. Clare – almost overwhelm. Church bells across the town chime on the hour and a part of me wishes we don’t have to leave.
DAY 4: We spend the morning gliding through the mists of Umbria, past hills dotted with watchtowers, farmhouses and olive groves. We also spot Lake Trasimeno, where Hannibal and his army of 40,000 ambushed and slaughtered the Roman legion.
Eventually we cross into Tuscany and stop in Cortona, protected by its patron saint, Saint Margaret of Cortona, its 2800-year-old Etruscan stonewalls and a row of 600 Cyprus trees – one for each boy from the town killed in the First World War. Our coach carries us up the winding road to the town’s gate, where my notes from the trip confirm that I, “literally don’t know which way to look – the misty valley below or the historic town above.”
MONTERIGGIONI – BORGO SAN LUIGI
From lunch with the count we make our way to The Borgo San Luigi in Monteriggioni, a 400-year-old Tuscan estate set at the end of a long, tree-lined driveway and encompassing a main house with guest rooms, a number of individual guest cottages spread around the property and a dining hall and outdoor pool in the building that would have once housed the stable.
DAY 5: A day trip brings our coach to a standstill on the side of a dirt road and one of the most striking views in Italy. Across the vast grape fields stands the town of San Gimignano, its towers looming high over the countryside like diligent men-at-arms.
The town, virtually abandoned during the Black Death in 1348, is “one of the most perfectly preserved Middle Ages towns,” Belinda notes. The region is also popular with the celeb set looking for a country getaway, including rocker Sting, and filmmakers, who’ve filmed flicks like The English Patient and even Twilight here.
Bichi Borghesi Estate
With memories of San Gimignano and Dondoli’s gelato still dancing in my head, we arrive at the Bichi Borghesi Estate for a wine tasting and dinner. It’s a fun night, but the memory that stays with me is the magnificent, refurbished old stable that we sipped our vino in before dinner.
Maranello – Museo Ferrari
DAY 6: We leave the Tuscan estate and head for Venice, with a few stops along the way, including the town of Bologna, where we wander and grab lunch, and Maranello, which racing fans will recognize as the home of one of the most celebrated car manufacturers in the world: Ferrari.
I’m not a car or racing buff, but the energy is still palpable when visiting the heart of a town that is built around the production of this renowned automobile. Like works of art on four wheels, the evolution of these cars is charted in chrome and red paint at the Museo Ferrari, with many models on the floor for visitors to get up close with.
Before we reach the port to catch our boat ride into Venice, we spot a fisherman standing in his boat, a lamp on the bow cutting through the dark of the night straight into the water where he waits patiently for a catch of squid or cuttlefish.
Once aboard our water taxis we navigate the Grand Canal into the heart of Venice, the clamouring of church bells marking our arrival. This is likely the only time I’ll ever stay in a five-star hotel in the heart of Venice – the Hotel Bauer – with view from my hotel room that takes in both the city’s historic rooftops and the gondolas gliding past in the canal below.
Venice Part Two
DAY 7: I wake up early on our only full day in Venice – so early in fact that the sun is barely above the horizon and the pigeons are still snoozing on various Venetian stoops. Camera in hand I snap some shots of the sleepy city and gondolas that, in a few hours, will be packed with tourists. I stop into one of the only open cafés for an espresso while a gentleman sweeps St. Mark’s Square and boats begin to dock, bringing workers into the town in what is clearly Venice’s version of “rush hour.”St. Mark’s Square reflected in the acqua alta.
Once the city is awake our group tours the city by land and water, followed by a glass-blowing tutorial and then shopping and free time. In the meantime, acqua alta – when the tide rises and floods the city streets – engulfs large sections of the city, resulting in the quick assembly of an intricate cross-section of platforms that allow pedestrians without rubber waders or plastic shoe covers to get around. For the most part people have fun with it – adults take photos and kids frolic and splash in the streets.
Later, we dress up for a drink at one of Ernest Hemingway’s old haunts, Harry’s Bar, where we sip their famed Bellini before navigating the city’s spectacular waterways aboard gondolas, serenaded by an accordion player and a tenor who even compels residents to stick their heads out of their windows to offer applause.