Food should be fun and taken out of the hands of foodies… and chefs.
I’m writing this while eating my Swedish ‘vacuum cleaners’ or dammsugare for fika. These are named after the tube-shaped vacuum cleaners of the Fifties.
I had been given them in my godispase, or goody bag.
Clean sweep
Let’s break bread
The godispase had come courtesy of the Stena Estrid, Swedish ferry cruise company‘s http://www.stenaline.ie.
I love a beautiful ass… and nobody has a more beautiful ass than Estrid!
Now at the risk of being grounded by the Scary One let me try and wriggle out of this one.
Smokin’: On board the Estrid
The maiden voyage of Stena’s spanking new ferry, Estrid, set sail yesterday from Holyhead to Dublin.
And no, I don’t have a weird fascination for a ship’s hull…
That’s where the Estrid sails to…
It’s because ‘ass’ is the Swedish for goddess and Fridr means ‘beautiful’.
Phew… I think I got away with that!
Big kid: in the playzone on the Estrid
The Estrid is special and not at all like the ferries I first started on 50 years ago from Scotland to Northern Ireland.
I see shore: Well, I am at the bar
For one you won’t have to lug a pram or stroller up the steps from the car deck which, of course, my Dear Old Mum had to do with me.
The car deck on Estrid is on the same level!
Walk right through
And where my childhood memories of the ferry were of the time hanging heavy on me…
Here on Estrid there are two movie docks.
When does the movie start? While for stresses parents there are fancy lounges and cool bars.And a Stena Plus exclusive lounge for just an extra £18.The Stena Plus
That’s not to mention Swedish meatballs, well it is Stena, and a smorgasbord of tasty dishes.
See, I told you so
You feel like relaxing after all that… try the Hygge reclining area. I think it’s Swedish for craic
Or if you want to go for the full lie-down… then Estrid has 175 cabins.
Things are getting blurry
And the crew are super friendly… I got a big Jungfruresa which I think means failte or welcome.
A big welcome
And a prize for anyone (well my respect) who can identify these Irish icons in the picture.
I’d given up on finding my ciocolatta di calda densa after the owners of Campo de Fiori in the next town went home to Italy,
But Tomasso at Caffe Delle Stelle here in Greystones, Co. Wicklow, put a bit of colour into my grey winter’s day.
Chocolate is a gift from the gods so much so that the Incas believed it had magical spiritual powers.
So who am I to disagree?
And here are a few of my favourite hot chocolate dens.
The Caffe Pedrocchi, Padovahttps://www.caffepedrocchi.itVenice has its St Mark’s Square and Rialto Bridge and its masses but there’s a quieter, hidden Veneto city.
Where Giotto’s handiwork inspired Michelangelo and you can find St Anthony’s tongue!
This grande cafe dates back a hundred years and hits the right note between posh and prego.
The Old Chocolate Shop, Bruges, Belgium: I can’t recall Colin Farrell sipping hot chocolate here in the cult movie In Bruges.
But he would have been more chilled if he had.
This canal city is famous for its choccies but don’t press your noses up against the windows… come in.
The Old Chocolate Shop https://www.oldchocolatehouse.be looks straight out of a nursery rhyme… and you should deffo try the gingerbread and truffles too.
That is after sampling the bacon-flavoured chocolate in their tasting kitchen. We left with a hamper. And you know what I think of New York but here’s a reminder… Old New York: Hamilton
The Cafe Savoy, Prague: Everyone raves about Vienna, and it’s not to be missed.
But cafe society permeated throughout the whole of the old Austro-Hungarian Hapsburg Empire.
Its Savoy Hot Chocolate which uses hot milk hails from the Dominican Republic; the Savoy dessert hot chocolate is made of Valrhona chocolate and hot chocolate.
It is served with whipped milk and you can add it to the cup to melt with the chocolate.
Hot chocolate is one of life’s little gifts to yourself.
Barcelona for hot chocolate
It can be drunk in hot and cold weather despite what my waitresss Mardy Maria thought as we lunched inside from the 30C Barcelona heat… Surfing the seas in Barcelona
My Catalan isn’t that great but her hand gestures suggested f****** eeji or something like that.
Tell me where your fave hot chocolate is and I’ll share the love.
You’ve already got your day, November 2, and I flagged it up back then…But as I watched a vegan on the TV rally other ice cubes (there’s a cracking meme which explains that definition) it got me thinking.
About how you go about claiming a month with a clever pun… well, there doesn’t appear to be any regulation!
About how you go about claiming a month with a clever pun… well, there doesn’t appear to be any regulation
They do champion it as an antidote to Dry January though which is all right by me.I’ve learned to like, not love, gin as I’ve aged
Probably because, like Heinz, there are 57 varieties.
My new pal Kirsten from my Tobago trip
I sampled half a dozen on a weekend break in Monaghan… Monaghan’s country roads
In the hands of a ‘ginoisseur’… nobody’s taking that one off me!
The Scary One also learned to appreciate G&Ts.
Mine-sweeping the sample board of drinks set up for me!
I also learned about the gin-making talents of the good folk of Fermanagh in the North of Ireland.
Roy Rogers had his Trigger, The Lone Ranger his Silver and Issy has… me. Hi ho! But no away.
Issy is pulling to the right while my posse heads left. Great cowboy me.
The outlaw will be safely out of Dodge before I even get a trot on.
My home, home for today is on The Home Ranch, above Steamboat Springs in Colorado where Cowboy Mike is trying to teach me how to ride.
My favourite: Issy
The problem he tells me is that I’m pulling back instead of releasing the reins and I’m confusing poor Issy.
She should be in charge.
And isn’t that always so?
And then, all at once, gently, graciously, Issy decides she is ready, and steers me across HER ranch.
In the foothills of the majestic snow-capped Rocky Mountains.
The sun is beating down on the Western plains and I have no place to get to and I’m gettin’ there slow.
Hello cowboys: Andy and I
If this is what they call the pioneering spirit, then saddle ’er up and call me Jimmy.
Another Jimmy, Civil War veteran Colonel James Harvey Crawford was brimming o’er with pio- neering spirit too back in the day in Missouri.
After reading in his local newspaper of a hermit with a story,
Joseph Westcott, who lived among the Ute Nation in the North-west Coloradan valleys below the Rockies.
Way out West
Yep, the Rockies at the back
And waxed lyrical to the reporter who came upon him in his travels about his idyllic surroundings.
Reading of the reporter’s adventures that day, James Harvey Crawford decided to uproot his family and go in search of the fabled hermit.
You can learn more at the Tread of the Pioneers Museum about James and wife Maggie, who discovered the hot springs.
It is quite a story of how they built the community of Steamboat Springs where we’re staying.
And you’ll also learn about Edward Curtis who came to curate the life of the Ute Nation in the early 20th Century.
Beer archaeologist? I want your job
And whose photographs and narrative were lost to us for decades, until they were unearthed in a Boston bookstore cellar in the Seventies.
All downhill…
Then there’s agent Nathan Meeker whose zealotry almost destroyed the Ute way of life. Thankfully, he failed, and the Ute now thrive in Southern Colorado.
But what of the New Pioneers, Carl Howesen, the Flying Norseman, Barnum & Bailey’s Ski Sailor who brought ski jumping to Steamboat?
And of the Olympic ski champions, among their number Billy Kidd (no, seriously).
Alas, we do not get to stay Home, home on The Home Ranch.
Bluegrass
Where the deer (we spy one crouching by a tree on our horse trek, she didn’t bat an eye lid) and my horse Issy and her friends roam.
At $8,000 a week for a couple with every frontiersman’s activity included, you’d better hope you win the lottery.
But we did get to view the Western-themed cabin rooms with their ‘take-home with you’ views of the Rockies.
If they had ever thought of placing TVs in the rooms they just as quickly dismissed the idea.
Jump in: The springs
And just as well too, although if your kids want to stay connected to the unreal world (families of four can stay for $15,000) then there is wi-fi!
We hardly slummed it though, staying in the comfortable Holiday Inn in Steamboat.
Spring into action
The power showers are reviving, although I would recommend bathing outdoors.
In the Colonel’s hot-water natural springs under the starry Colorado skies.
It is the perfect way for a cowboy to ease his saddle sores after a day riding the plains.
Colourful Colorado
I only hope though that Issy is enjoying a good relaxing wade in the cool Rocky Mountain waters.
We also get to enjoy the Embassy Suites in Boulder and the Elizabeth Hotel in Fort Collins where you’ll even get a record player in your bedroom.
So, what of hipster university town and home of Mork & Mindy, Boulder?
I’ve got this covered
The Ranch: Fine living’ y’all
It is a gentle coach ride from Springboat, a pleasant ride through gorgeous country.
Even better on board Issy. Maybe next time!
We were more than happy though with our driver Michael who was calm and charm personified.
Off for a paddle: Before the rafting
As he drove us along this enchanting route and stretched his time schedule to breaking point to let us to take shot after shot of the Rockies.
Being greeted as Sir may seem old-fashioned in our overfamiliar age.
Here for the beer
Flag days: Colorado flag in the middle
But mannerliness is just the Colorado way.
We found it in Avery where brewery beer archaeologist Travis (I want his life) and Park Rangers Josh, Wade and Dakota entertained, exercised and fed us in Eldorado Park.
And in the sumptuously bearded Mike (it’s a mountain name) and David.
They welcomed us to Chautauqua Park and the Flatirons, the five rock features that were thus named by the pioneering women who settled here.
Coloradans, I figure, must have been first in line when God was giving out the gifts.
Handsome, charming, sporty (old or young, they can rock-climb free-hand, buck broncos, ride horses, ski, of course, kayak and raft, and more of that later).
And cook. Man, can they cook.
The New Frontiersmen
In fact, every second adventurer seems to run a restaurant when they’re not out conquering the Great Outdoors.
Teas please
Back Indoors and Laid-back Lenny has brought us chi latte, in his Tajikistan Dushanbe Teahouse.
The Teahouse is a cultural curio, a gift from Boulder’s twin city in the former USSR (who knew?).
In the interests of of internationalism, I am working on getting him to put Lyons and Barry’s on the menu too.
Lenny and his fellow Coloradans truly are culinary pioneers.
Grub crawl
Clark, of bespoke dining experience, Local Table Tours shows us more on his grub crawl along Pearl Street.
Fennel salad in one, shrimp in another, all washed down with the best Colorado wine and their famous IPA craft beers.
Each pit stop throughout Colorado has a dish you’d want to take home with you.
Salt & Lime in Steamboat restored my faith in Mexican food after a student summer selling tacos in Boston.
While Dakota’s rhubarb cookies were another highlight and one I vow to make (or get the Indomitable Mrs M to make).
I take a turn, as unlikely as that is, at baking in Fort Collins, in Ginger & Baker.
Bake me a cake
Under the watchful eye of Deb who takes guests for a class and then serves you up your own creation after your meal.
A real slice of American pie.
While these new pioneers of cooking and baking continue to make waves in their crafts, it was time for us to make ours.
On the very French Powder river where trappers transported hides and furs on flimsy wooden rafts in days of old.
Thankfully, we have modern rubber rafts and we have safety in numbers…
Seven of us clinging to the side of our tub rowing like Furies, as the river rocks us.
Thirsty work.
We finish our day as all cowboys do, drinking beer, eating beans, singing and dancing by a camp fire.
Or in the absence of that, on the coach to the airport where the Chinese members of our party lead us in bus karaoke.
Singalong
Taylor sings Fly Me To The Moon, ably accompanied by Sarah and Coloradan Jennifer, our new family for these three days.
Before Chinese Judy channels her inner Coloradan with a rousing John Denver which I try to sing along to but find myself choking up.
Frantically looking for the words to Home on the Range over intermittent wi-fi I pass my go.
We are a party of Chinese, Jordanians, Australians, Germans, French, Danish, Canadians, Americans, of course, Irish and one Irish-Scot.
Heading out West on our wagon, singing songs and filled with dreams. We are the New Frontiersmen.
Travel facts
HOW TO GET THERE: Jim flew Aer Lingus Dublin-London return and British Airways London-Denver return. Try €1,461.72 as a paired economy ticket for sample dates of July 12-19 (subject to fluctuation). Irish airports allow you pre-clearance from customs before you land. (http://www.aerlingus.com).
WHERE TO STAY: The Embassy Suites, Boulder (www.embassysuites3.hilton. com), king bed non-suite room. From $249 a night (€210); Holiday Inn, Steamboat Springs (www.ihg. com) from $204.25 (€172.737), king bed, Elizabeth Hotel, Fort Collins (www.mariott.com). From $177 (€149) for king room.
There have been 45 presidents of the US since King George was sent packing. The US, though, has had three Kings, who have left a lasting legacy. This year is the 50th anniversary of Dr Martin Luther King’s assassination. We followed in his footsteps, from Memphis where he made his Mountaintop speech and was assassinated…
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Way down… in Memphis, celebrating Elvis, The King of Kings, on the 4th of July. From your Travel Editor of the Year.
As calling cards go, it does the job – simple, functional and just what is needed if your stock painting will be halos.
With a swish and a brush of red paint Giotto di Bondone had announced himself to the Papal envoy with his freehand circle.
And within a few years he would announce himself to the world with his magnum opus, his fresco in 1305 of the Scrovegni Chapel in Padova.
Which would in turn inspire Michelangelo when he came to adorn the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
When in Padova… Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com
Self-portrait
For all of us who have attempted a still life and ended up with an egg in a basket of fruit instead of an orange you will know just how difficult it is to draw the perfect circle.
But only perfect circles would do.
As Giotto’s patron Enrico Scrovegni had let his halo slip and needed to make a grand gesture to gain absolution and enter through the gates of heaven.
Enrico’s crime was usury – charging excess interest on loans.
It is a crime so serious that it resulted in the banker being damned to the fires of Hell. Worth a shot in this country!
Rather than appealing straight to Our Lord, though, Scrovegni had the bright idea of asking His mother to intercede on his behalf.
If the walls could talk
An expansive canvas
And so he dedicated the chapel and the frescoes to her life with a celebration of her role in human salvation.
And just to leave nobody in any doubt of his devotion he had Giotto paint him into the main scene.
He is presenting a model of the chapel to her in the fresco The Last Judgment.
The Scrovegni Chapel is Padova’s calling card but it is only a hint of a more expansive canvas.
I am in Padova (Padua), 38km west of Venice in the Veneto region and 209km from Milan.
As well as looking upwards – Padova is the City of Frescoes – it also looks outwards.
In the pink: Everything has colour
It has been home to the Venetians, French and Austro-Hungarians over the last millennium and embraced all of their influences.
Today it is looking westwards – which is where we Irish probably come in.
But more immediately to Milan’s Expo 2015, a showcase for feeding the planet and energy for life.
Padova has a rich history of doing both.
The Brenta River which leads right down to the Grand Canal teems with life.
While the Venetian Plain attracted the mariners of that great city to avail of its rich agriculture and build grand villas and palaces to entertain dign taries.
The sun is out
Finding what is lost
It is also home to the oldest botanical gardens in the world.
On this trip, we will get to witness all of this.
But today it’s Sunday, so Church and a visit to the Basilica of St Anthony of Padova.
Yes that St Anthony, the one who helps you – for some coins in his charity box – to find your keys.
St Anthony, we are told, has a wider reach than just those objects that fall out of your rucksacks and handbags.
He is also the patron saint of people who have lost their way in life or lost, or fear, losing something or somebody close to them.
St Anthony’s bones are kept in an altar tomb in the basilica and people.
And people file past it in veneration touching the side, which is adorned with photographs of their loved ones.
The image of a young man, his head bowed and his hand placed on the side in silent invocation was truly moving.
I have to confess that this simple devotion touched me more than the veneration to St Anthony’s tongue and the bottom set of his teeth.
Which are in elaborate gold reliquaries further up the church.
A story with teeth
The story goes that when St Anthony’s body was exhumed his tongue was still moist in recognition of his great preaching prowess.
So the Padovans decided to place it on show for veneration.
St Anthony hailed from Lisbon, had he, of course, been Italian then you’d have to think his hands would have been on display.
Perhaps, it is because this is a university city, but not just any old university city, among the top ten oldest in the world.
Galileo magnifico
And where Galileo taught – naturally the statue to him.
Which is among 78 in the Isola Memmia in the Prato della Valle, portrays him with his hands outstretched.
It is also where the first woman anywhere in the world graduated.
Confessional time
An inclusive place then and one where you can, if you don’t have two left feet like your writer, get up to dance the tango.
With dozens of other Padovans in the piazza at night.
Perhaps with another glass of Venetian Spritz – the local speciality of Aperol (think Campari) Prosecco and mineral water? Well, next time.
A word on the food and drink.
I had the good fortune to have accom- plished travel writer, food expert and bon viveur Peter on our trip.
Food as an art form
And I’m insisting that he come on all my future expeditions,.
So that he can describe in erudite fashion how good the likes of regional favourite Risi e bisi is.
A merely English translation as rice and peas clearly doesn’t do it justice so it’s best left in Italian.
I’m sure other restaurants do Risi e bisi just as well as Taverna degli Artisti.
But my dish came at the end of an enchanting visit to Cittadella, a 13th-century walled city which stands 14ft-16ft high and 4,793ft around.
Taverna degli Artisti stands opposite the quaint old theatre we entered behind a market stall and through what looked like a lock-up door.
A treasure more memorable because it feels hidden away.
Dish of the day: Risotto. Photo by Marta Dzedyshko on Pexels.com
There is nothing shy and retiring, though, about the baroque Villa Pisani in Strà on the banks of the River Brenta.
Built by Alvise Pisani, the 114th doge, or leader, of Venice in 1735, there would be 114 rooms, with frescoes of gods and men and women living and loving lustily.
A palace for dictators
With vino flowing as copiously as the water on the nearby Brenta – and without the dams that that river employs to hold it back.
Pride of place in the villa is Napoleon Bonaparte’s bedroom – the little general bought it in 1806.
Bony’s bedroom is surrounded by empirical emblems and deliberately is the first the sun hits in the morning.
A work of art
Not to be outdone, Mussolini and Hitler met here in Villa Pisani for the first time.
One imagines there must have been a fight to see who got Bony’s room.
The Villa Pisani comes with its very own maze, the Labyrinth of Love.
Where we are told a young cloaked woman would stand in the centre at the top of a spiral staircase.
She was the prize for the man who managed to wend his way through the labyrinth.
Mazeballs
There is no historical record that Bony, Benito or Hitler burrowed their way manically through the maze.
But you would have to imagine that, like us, they did.
We can only assume too that the young cloaked woman in the centre of the maze who was to be our prize was on a day off.
But anyway it was time to get back on our burchiello – or boat.
We skirt along the river at a gentle pace, gurgling wine and scoffing hors d’oeuvres, in the manner of those nobles of old in the villa we have just left.
And are informed that many of the villas along the banks are also richly blessed but lie empty.
Still needing to be renovated.
Veneto region… Padova and Venezia
It is a theme that keeps recurring.
That the Italians, having finished what they had set out to build during the Renaissance packed up…
Lay back, and enjoyed the fruits of their labour.
So with dragonflies gently skipping along the water by our side I contemplate how the energy of life sometimes has to come in great rushes.
But is often best captured in quiet moments and in water colours.
Dressed for the part and party?
Venice in the distance
A gondola by the banks suggests Venice is drawing nearer.
But that is for another time, and besides the boat voyage runs both ways and inland to Padova and its environs.
The Venetians, after all, came this way for pleasures and sustenance.
So who am I to argue?
Take the vaparetto instead
How to get there
Aer Lingus http://www.aerlingus.com departs for Venice on Fridays, returning Sundays. From €657.80.
Ryanair http://www.ryanair.com departs for Treviso, Thursdays and returns Thursdays. From €297.80.
Where to stay
The Only Weekend Padova option offers a double room in the central Hotel Europa.
Where you will enjoy a comfortable night’s stay, a balcony and breakfast, for two nights at €155.
Padova Terme Euganee Convention & Visitors Bureau offers the PadovaCard for free (https://www.hoteleuropapd.it).
The Padova Card is valid 48 hours (€16) or 72 hours (€21) and valid for one adult and child under 14 http://www.turismopadova.it/en.
Besides free admission, the Padova Card also provides discounts on attractions.
And allows visitors to use urban transit buses for free.