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Ciao Italofili,
Come state? noi siamo riemersi dalle acque. We re-emerged from the waters. Of a week - or was it two? - of heavy rains. Tropical rains, everyone says, as they come in the afternoon, flood the city, and then leave the place to a splendid sun.
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But the city is not equipped for that magnitude of water, or well, by all accounts, the storm drains are rarely - never - cleaned, so debris accumulates and tadà! we have this:
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After calling the traffic police, the city offices, etc., people simply began providing for themselves. The choice was some elbow work or the houses, but most probably, business premises flooded.
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The show in Villa Ada, though, was amazing: a lake formed in the middle of what we call "pratone", the big lawn.
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To my great delight, a couple of my aperitivi under the canopy of the park's bar had a peculiar scenery. And if it weren't for the lightning and cold, I would've gladly showered like I used to as a toddler.
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And walking was tricky every now and then. Forcing us to cross ponds hopping from one leaf to the other.
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According to weather forecasts, the wet season is over, and dramatic (of course: otherwise, there wouldn't be big news for alarming and fishing people's attention) heat waves are on their way.
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But today, I want to share a tradition, or ritual, that I've cherished since my last adventure in Venice: the Rasentin. I'll leave the word to myself when writing about it in Venice's Simposio:
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"She had a bottle of Grappa in her hand and taught us about the Rasentin.
When they've sipped their coffee, Venetians "clean" the still hot cup - the word "rasentin" in the local dialect translates into rinse - by pouring in a few gulps of Grappa.
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They swirl well to capture any leftover liquid and bring to life a new, smokey, rich in aromas released by the heat warm drink. Does it really aid digestion, or is it an excuse? Whatever the truth, don't miss giving this ritual a try."
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And for those wondering, here's the cracking ceiling of our B&B - the nice one.
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And a pic of the "rio" our window overlooked:
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That's it for this week, lovely people. Have a lazy Sunday full of beautiful memories and a bit of sweet nostalgia!
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FROM THE BLOG
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the Italian prosciutto and melon appetizer
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In this post, you'll find the Italian prosciutto and melon appetizer recipe, a little mention of Italian Summer eating habits, ad a twist to the classic dish.
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Venice's Simposio: a unique travel cookbook
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Opulence. Dream. Crowds. Chaos. Pride. These are the words of Venice.
Rice. Raisins. Onions. Polenta. These are the ingredients of Venice.
Gold. Burgundy. Pastels. Ochre. Intense Greens. These are the colors of Venice.
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