Italy

The Baptism of Jesus in the Baptistry of the Ariani. This was our first glimpse of Ravenna's mosaics and it was duly impressive. That's Jesus standing in the River Jordan, with John the Baptist doing his thing. We giggled when we noticed you could see Jesus's penis.

The Baptism of Jesus in the Baptistry of the Ariani. This was our first glimpse of Ravenna’s mosaics and it was duly impressive. That’s Jesus standing in the River Jordan, with John the Baptist doing his thing. We giggled when we noticed you could see Jesus’s penis.

From Castelnuovo we hit the road and drove across Italy to the little city of Ravenna, about 100 miles due south of Venice along the Adriatic coast. With 160,000 people today Ravenna might not seem like much, but it was once the capital of the Roman Empire, or at least the western portion of the Roman Empire. For nearly two hundred years, while the rest of Italy was falling into chaos and destitution, Ravenna – closely linked with the still-prosperous eastern Roman Empire based in Constantinople – was having its Golden Age. Today the city is supposed to have the greatest collection of eastern mosaics in the world so we came to see for ourselves.

It’s true. Amazing. Eight of the old buildings – all built in the fifth and sixth centuries so today around 1,500 years old – are listed as UNESCO World Heritage Sites, for obvious reasons when you see them. When we walked into he first one, the Baptistry of the Ariani, we couldn’t believe it. These brilliant, stunning mosaics are 1,500 years old? They precede the Renaissance by a thousand years? It’s small, just a single room, and the mosaics from the walls have all been lost. But the mosaic in the cupola of Christ’s baptism blows you away. And it was free!

(As an aside, one of the great bargains of our travels so far is that for $10 a person you can buy a ticket that lets you into five of the UNESCO sites (two were free and one required a separate ticket). And, just to make it clear that they’re being accommodating, the tickets are good for up to seven days. So take your time, enjoy it, look around. We did, spending parts of four days admiring these ancient mosaics.)

The Basilica of San Apollinare Nuovo, named for the first bishop of Ravenna. There are three levels of mosaics along the side, with those at the top little more than a blur. One wonders how much work went into artistry that is so hard to see.

The Basilica of Apollinare Nuovo, named for the first bishop of Ravenna. There are three levels of mosaics along the side, with those at the top little more than a blur. One wonders how much work went into artistry that is so hard to see.

Virgin and Child among S. Apollinare Nuovo's mosaics

Virgin and Child among S. Apollinare Nuovo’s mosaics

The Magi bring gifts

The Magi bring gifts

One of my favorites, the Parable of the Widow's Mite. Written of in both Mark's and Luke's gospels, the widow donates but two tiny coins - mites - to the church, while rich people give far more. Jesus explains to the disciples that the small sacrifices of the poor mean more to God than the extravagant, but proportionately lesser, donations of the rich. As you can see, Christ was an early proponent of progressive taxation.

One of my favorites, the Parable of the Widow’s Mite. Written of in both Mark’s and Luke’s gospels, the widow donates but two tiny coins – mites – to the church, while rich people give far more. Jesus explains to the disciples that the small sacrifices of the poor mean more to God than the extravagant, but proportionately lesser, donations of the rich. As you can see, Christ was an early proponent of progressive taxation.

How did all this come to be? Here’s the quick history. Back in 285 AD Emperor Diocletian determined that the Roman Empire was simply too big to be governed effectively from a single location so he divided it into east and west, with co-rulers in charge of their respective spheres. While today the eastern empire is known as Byzantium, the people living there always thought of themselves as Romans, even as they adopted the Greek language and split from the Roman Catholic Church. As the western half of the empire went through it’s long and painful collapse, the east soared under leaders like Constantine, Julian the Apostate, and Justinian.

Believed to be a mosaic of Emperor Justinian, largely because it says in big letters "Justinian"

Believed to be a mosaic of Emperor Justinian, largely because it says in big letters “Justinian”

By 402 Rome itself was considered indefensible and as the Visigoths (western Goths) under Alaric moved in, Emperor Honorius – head of the still-limping western empire and considered one of the worst of all the Roman Emperors – moved the capital first to Milan and then to Ravenna. Alaric proceeded to sack Rome in 410, but the emperors continued to rule the western empire from Ravenna until the last of them, Romulus Augustus, was deposed in 476. So for the last 74 years of the (western) Roman Empire, the capital was in Ravenna.

The Germanic general who deposed Romulus Augustus, Odoacer, ruled as King of Italy until the Byzantine Emperor Zeno needed to get another Goth, Theodoric, King of the Ostrogoths or western Goths, out of his hair. He suggested that Theodoric invade Ravenna and take the old western empire. Theodoric succeeded in defeating the Visigoths – killing Odoacer with his bare hands, in fact – and ruled Italy from Ravenna for the rest of his life.

His successors weren’t so effective or successful, though, so in 535 Emperor Justinian in Constantinople decided it was time to step back into Italy. He sent his great general Belisarius across the Adriatic to reconquer Italy; by 540 he controlled Ravenna. Thus the city’s Golden Age was reignited, as Ravenna became the seat of the Byzantine Exarch, or governor. There was a lot to clean up as both Odoacer and Theodoric had been Arian Christians, a heresy despised by true Christians. (Arians believed that Christ was created subsequent to God the Father and was thus subordinate to Him. Obviously crazy – who could believe such nonsense? – Arian beliefs were not to be tolerated.)

While the religious battles of sixth century Christians may seem obtuse to us today, they resulted in some great church-building and art in Ravenna. Ultimately the Byzantines held Ravenna, even as the rest of their Italian lands were taken, until the Lombards finally conquered it in 751 and definitively ended Byzantine presence in Italy. For centuries the great churches and mosaics of Ravenna were all but forgotten.

The Basilica of San Vitale may be the grandest of them all. Here in the apse we see Christ seated on a blue globe presenting a crown to San Vitale, about whom little or nothing is known.

The Basilica of San Vitale may be the grandest of them all. Here in the apse we see Christ seated on a blue globe presenting a crown to San Vitale, about whom little or nothing is known.

Each of the Apostles gets his own portrait in the Basilica's triumphal arch. I particularly love this shot of Andrew with his intense eyes and wild hair.

Each of the Apostles gets his own portrait in the Basilica’s triumphal arch. I particularly love this shot of Andrew with his intense eyes and wild hair.

That, then, was Ravenna, a great little find. Oh, and one little note about the marvels of modern technology while admiring ancient art. I like to run, so I headed out one morning for an invigorating five-mile jaunt. I’d scoped out the area and saw that after just a mile or so I’d be out in the country. I go out about 2.5 miles, feeling great on a quiet country road, and turn around to head back. Unfortunately I a missed a turn, got a little lost, and – figuring I knew roughly where to head – kept running. As I neared the five-mile mark I knew I was nowhere near our hotel.

The good news is that I run with my iPhone and, with our SIM cards and data plan, can easily map my location. When I stopped at five miles, then, I pulled out my phone … and saw that I was nearly 2.5 miles from where I was supposed to be. I’d gotten completely turned around. Had I not had the phone and map-making capabilities I’d still be wandering around rural Ravenna.

A detail shot from the Basilica of San Apollinare Nuovo. The guy on the right looks an awful lot like the guy we used to work for at the AFL-CIO!

A detail shot from the Basilica of San Apollinare Nuovo. The guy on the right looks an awful lot like the guy we used to work for at the AFL-CIO!

Basilica of San Vitale

Basilica of San Vitale

Empress Theodora, wife of Justinian, in the Basilica of San Vitale. This image of her is all over Ravenna. Note the three Magi bearing gifts in the hem of her gown.

Empress Theodora, wife of Justinian, in the Basilica of San Vitale. This image of her is all over Ravenna. Note the three Magi bearing gifts in the hem of her gown.

Emperor Justinian and Bishop Maximian, standing to his left. It is thought that the bearded guy to Justinian's right is his general, Belisarius.

Emperor Justinian and Bishop Maximian, standing to his left. It is thought that the bearded guy to Justinian’s right is his general, Belisarius.

There's a good story with this shot from the Basilica of San Apollinare Nuovo. It was built during Theodoric's Arian reign, and this is in fact a representation of his palace. When the true Christians regained Ravenna under Justinian they needed to purge all signs of that awful heresy. So they added the curtains to eliminate the people who HAD been displayed there. They missed some, though, as you can see the hand that I've circled in the lower left side of the picture.

There’s a good story with this shot from the Basilica of San Apollinare Nuovo. It was built during Theodoric’s Arian reign, and this is in fact a representation of his palace. When the true Christians regained Ravenna under Justinian they needed to purge all signs of that awful heresy. So they added the curtains to eliminate the people who HAD been displayed there. They missed some, though, as you can see the hand that I’ve circled in the lower left side of the picture.

More mosaics from the Basilica of San Apollinare Nuovo

More mosaics from the Basilica of San Apollinare Nuovo

And one more shot I liked

And one more shot I liked

A mosaic in the cupola of the Neonian Baptistry. Another Christ, another baptism. This baptistry predates that of the Ariani, shown above. In fact, the baptism shown in that picture above is essentially a copy of this one down to and including the exposed penis.

A mosaic in the cupola of the Neonian Baptistry. Another Christ, another baptism. This baptistry predates that of the Ariani, shown above. In fact, the baptism shown in that picture above is essentially a copy of this one down to and including the exposed penis.

Detail from the Mausoleum of Galla Placidia. It's a tiny space just packed with lavish mosaics. Oddly, though, despite it's name it seems as though Galla Placida - daughter of Emperor Theodosius, regent for Emperor Valentinian for 14 years, and a major player in Roman politics throughout her life - was never buried here.

Detail from the Mausoleum of Galla Placidia. It’s a tiny space just packed with lavish mosaics. Oddly, though, despite it’s name it seems as though Galla Placida – daughter of Emperor Theodosius, regent for Emperor Valentinian for 14 years, and a major player in Roman politics throughout her life – was never buried here.

The Basilica of San Apollonare in Classe is about five kilometers out of town. It's the most expensive of the various sites, the hardest to get to, and the least impressive. Sad.

The Basilica of San Apollonare in Classe is about five kilometers out of town. It’s the most expensive of the various sites, the hardest to get to, and the least impressive. Sad.

Theodoric's Mausoleum. There's really nothing left inside here, as his body was tossed out and all the decorations were destroyed when the real Catholics regained power in Ravenna. There was no room for Arianism in the city back then, alive or dead.

Theodoric’s Mausoleum. There’s really nothing left inside here, as his body was tossed out and all the decorations were destroyed when the real Catholics regained power in Ravenna. There was no room for Arianism in the city back then, alive or dead.

Just to prove that we were really there and not just copying pictures from the Internet, here's Mark behind the Basilica of San Vitale

Just to prove that we were really there and not just copying pictures from the Internet, here’s Mark behind the Basilica of San Vitale

Mark and his old college friend Mary Beth, up in Castiglione looking over the Tuscan hills

Mark and his old college friend Mary Beth, up in Castiglione looking over the Tuscan hills

There are a bunch of places called “Castelnuovo” – New Castle – in Italy. This particular Castelnuovo is in upper Tuscany and, in particular, in the Garfagnana area; thus the mouthful of a name. We came here to visit Mary Beth, an old friend of Mark’s from his college days, who was here for a week or so while her 12-year-old son Luca was participating in a prestigious music festival.

The "lobby" of our B&B in Castelnuovo. Breakfast was served outside on the patio, but you'd walk through this space to get to the buffet. And when you walked in, there was soft opera music playing. Sweet!

The “lobby” of our B&B in Castelnuovo. Breakfast was served outside on the patio, but you’d walk through this space to get to the buffet. And when you walked in, there was soft opera music playing. Sweet!

If you’ve ever fantasized about a few days in a Tuscan villa, surrounded by glorious green hills and fabulous food, this was it. Just beautiful. Mary Beth and her family – husband Sven, son Luca, and daughters Isabella, Zoe, and Fiona – had rented an apartment in the neighboring village of Castiglione de Garfagnana while we stayed at Villa Bertagni, a B&B about a mile from the center of Castelnuovo. Set on at least several acres, the proprietors had renovated an old villa and then added a building or two for the six guest rooms. Breakfast was heaven on a terrace, while the two (TWO!) swimming pools were a welcome relief from the mid-day heat. Morning runs along the Serchio River were beautiful.

The highlight, though, was the evening we went up to Castiglione, where Mary Beth, et al., were staying. Castiglione is a tiny town, way up a hill overlooking Castelnuovo, so the first stop was a little bar/cafe with a deck looking over the whole valley. Wine, Aperol, munchies. Amazing. You just sat there and kept gazing out over … Tuscany.

The view of Castelnuovo from Castiglione

The view of Castelnuovo from Castiglione

But then, though it seemed it couldn’t, it got better. We’d reserved a table for eight at what was probably the only restaurant in town and there we sat having one of the great meals of my life. To be sure, not everything about the meal was perfect; for one thing, the house wine was a strike against my theory that you can’t get bad wine in Italy. One dish, though, shared by all of us, was historic. The fresh spaghetti with pesto was simply perfect. I know, it doesn’t sound like much; anyone can make spaghetti with pesto, right? (NB: Yes, Mark & I usually avoid carb-heavy pasta. We make exceptions, though, and this was the right time for an exception.)

Ah, but this was special. The spaghetti was truly al dente, slightly resistant to being bit. And the pesto. We all agreed, if any of us had made it we would have put twice as much pesto in, but this dish not only didn’t need it, it didn’t want it. Something about 2,000 years or so of practice and these Italians have something figured out about cooking. And then, when it’s all over, the owner/cook/waiter just puts a bottle of vin santo, sweet wine, on the table along with biscotti, the traditional Tuscan dessert.

Counterclockwise from the left that's Sven, me, Zoe, Luca, Fiona, Isabella, Mary Beth, and Mark. Honestly one of the great meals of all time.

Counterclockwise from the left that’s Sven, me, Zoe, Luca, Fiona, Isabella, Mary Beth, and Mark. Honestly one of the great meals of all time.

Life doesn’t get better than that.

A classic Mark selfie with Mary Beth, Luca, and Isabella

A classic Mark selfie with Mary Beth, Luca, and Isabella

And a word about our friends. Total fun, and fascinating people. Twelve-year-old Luca is apparently quite the prodigy; he was the youngest participant in the festival and had recently performed with no less than Philip Glass. On top of that, he was just a great kid, defined in part, of course, by laughing at all my jokes. Even after making a mistake during a key performance in the competition he was miserable for a while but then bounced back like a pro. His sisters, too, all fun to be around.

While in Duluth we hadn’t really focused on where we’d go after Castelnuovo and by now, at the height of tourist season, it was pretty hard to find lodging we liked in other parts of Tuscany. So instead we’re hightailing it across the peninsula to Ravenna, near the Adriatic, and figure out how we spend the next couple weeks in Italy.

Food was a big part of the attraction. Here Mark & I are at lunch with Mary Beth.

Food was a big part of the attraction. Here Mark & I are at lunch with Mary Beth.

Here I am with that fabulous spaghetti and pesto. What I really love about this picture, though, is Luca off to the side roaring in laughter. He was always laughing and that look is exactly how I'll remember him.

Here I am with that fabulous spaghetti and pesto. What I really love about this picture, though, is Luca off to the side roaring in laughter. He was always laughing and that look is exactly how I’ll remember him.

Mary Beth Palmer-Gierlinger

Mary Beth Palmer-Gierlinger

Our view from breakfast at Villa Bertagni

Our view from breakfast at Villa Bertagni

And finally, the pool - or, I should say, one of the two pools. Our hosts encouraged us to invite our friends over, so the kids kind of liked it.

And finally, the pool – or, I should say, one of the two pools. Our hosts encouraged us to invite our friends over, so the kids kind of liked it.

The gardens of the Villa Melzi D'Eril, built in the early 19th century for one of Napoleon's lieutenants, just part of the beauty of Bellagio

The gardens of the Villa Melzi D’Eril, built in the early 19th century for one of Napoleon’s lieutenants, just part of the beauty of Bellagio

The plan was two days in Milan followed by 10 days in Bellagio, on Lake Como, with my brother and his wife. The reality was two days in Milan, one night with my brother and his wife at a great condo in Bellagio with a little balcony and a great view over the lake. And then a call over breakfast that our 83-year-old father had died suddenly the night before. Thus we spent much of the day making arrangements to get back to Minnesota and left early the following morning.

Still, since this is really my record of our travels, I wanted to post the pictures of Milan and Bellagio even though I wasn’t in a mood to write much. Milan is a great city that we really don’t have figured out at all, while Bellagio is a beautiful town that I’ve wanted to get to since I first read about it while living in Naples in the mid-1970s. We ended up with two nights and one full day before returning home.

As for my brother and his wife? They had just flown in to and then turned around and flew back. We call it their day trip to Italy.

My brother Al and his wife Anita. They'd dropped their kids for a Spanish language immersion camp before coming over for what was supposed to be a child-free 10-day holiday. Alas, it was not to be.

My brother Al and his wife Anita. They’d dropped their kids for a Spanish language immersion camp before coming over for what was supposed to be a child-free 10-day holiday. Alas, it was not to be.

Lake Como, with the town of Bellagio there on that spit of land where the lake splits in two. I actually got this picture on the flight from Copenhagen to Milan, a couple days before we drove up there. Made me pretty excited to see the place close up.

Lake Como, with the town of Bellagio there on that spit of land where the lake splits in two. I actually got this picture on the flight from Copenhagen to Milan, a couple days before we drove up there. Made me pretty excited to see the place close up.

A tree, a lawn, a lake, some mountains, and a Kindle. Can it get any better?

A tree, a lawn, a lake, some mountains, and a Kindle. Can it get any better?

Before Bellagio there was two days in Milan. Here's Mark in the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II.

Before Bellagio there was two days in Milan. Here’s Mark in the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II.

The main altar in the Church of San Maurizio, a hidden gem in Milan. First we tried to go to Poldi Pezzoli Museum, what was once the private collection of a wealthy patron housed in his palace. It was closed. Then we tried to go see the Last Supper, but you need tickets for that weeks in advance. This one, though, we just stumbled on, and it was spectacular, absolutely covered in early 16th century frescoes.

The main altar in the Church of San Maurizio, a hidden gem in Milan. First we tried to go to Poldi Pezzoli Museum, what was once the private collection of a wealthy patron housed in his palace. It was closed. Then we tried to go see the Last Supper, but you need tickets for that weeks in advance. This one, though, we just stumbled on, and it was spectacular, absolutely covered in early 16th century frescoes.

Here's a blissful Santa Lucia holding her lost eyes, making it look so easy

Here’s a blissful Santa Lucia holding her lost eyes, making it look so easy

And a blissful Santa Agata carrying her severed breasts on a platter. Did torture and martyrdom ever look so comfortable?

And a blissful Santa Agata carrying her severed breasts on a platter. Did torture and martyrdom ever look so comfortable?

What convent would be complete without crucifix frescoes? This one seems to have gotten the story just a little off, though, as the noose behind Jesus indicates.

What convent would be complete without crucifix frescoes? This one seems to have gotten the story just a little off, though, as the noose behind Jesus indicates.

And then one last view of Lake Como. We'll get back some day.

And then one last view of Lake Como. We’ll get back some day.