My very best wishes to you for the holiday season… Auguri calorosi di buone feste
Nan
My very best wishes to you for the holiday season… Auguri calorosi di buone feste
Nan
Along with acqua alta, roasted chestnuts, and ladies bundled in furs that arrive with the onset of winter in Venice, you’ll also find Vin Brulé in abundance: offered by bars, vendors along light-strung calli, and at holiday gatherings. It’s also the perfect thing to combat steely gray skies by filling your home with the scents of the season.
There are infinite variations, but here’s a recipe I was given, served up a recent holiday gathering, where everyone arrived with umbrellas and stivali (boots), and where the mulled wine really hit the spot. It can be adjusted according to your own taste:
To a liter of dry red wine (choose one with a bit of body – corposo) and even a bit of Port if you like, add:
Combine all the ingredients and stir till the sugar is melted; bring it to a boil. Light the alcohol that rises from the top to burn it off; lower the temp to keep it warm. Serve to appreciative guests.
Making another batch this evening…if I come up with any insights, I’ll pass them along.
Or if you have some, feel free to share!
This is such a forlorn sound, especially recorded in my quiet calle, and hearing it echo beyond. I didn’t make it to the window in time to record the one air-raid siren preceded these, but the tones here indicate how high a water level you can anticipate, and are erie enough to give you pause. There is a sensation of being under seige…
The pops you hear throughout the short recording are raindrops spitting on the microphone. I’ll use a windscreen next time.
You hear only two of the four tones, any more mean higher water. I expect to hear all four of them later tonight, as the SMS notification I just received predicts 140 cm by 9:00 a.m. tomorrow. The water didn’t completely subside from the earlier tide, you see, and there’s a full moon, which only increases the effects.
Was heading out for pizza this evening with friends…l’abbiamo rinviato, needless to say…
High water is already forecast for the next several days, take a look for yourself.
They’re not history-making levels, but high enough to complicate things for plenty of people. The worst seems to be working up to midnight on Thursday. (Stay apprised of the forecast by checking the Weather & High Water links under Friends & Favorites on the right.)
If you’re already in the city, just check on your lodging’s supply of boots, or grab any pair that appeals to you for yourself while you’re in giro. Do get the sturdier gear: the wimpy, gelatinous things are cheap, but slide easily (and that water’s cold, I assure you).
I just registered to be alerted by SMS in advance of acqua alta, and I’ll be listening for the new, science-fiction sirens. Looks like I may have need for those waders I managed to acquire, manco mal…
Tieni dura, Venezia. Hang tough, Venice.
Not that we expect another historic flood tomorrow, but as a result of not being able to get out of the house on Monday because the water was higher than my Wellie-height boots, I am now on the hunt for a pair of waders. These will also come in handy in case I ever want to masquerade as a fly fisherman, or, should I ever have the opportunity to scavenge for peoci (much more likely).
Stopped in yesterday at the hardware store (as they’d be more likely to stock waders than a shoe store), expecting them to be sold out as of Monday, and of course, they were. They gave me suggestions as to other places to check that would also be sold out. Arrivano ancora? I asked. “No, we won’t get anymore.” Fine. OK, we’re in the first month of high-water season, and we are out of boot stock with none on the way. Another customer, an older gentleman, chuckled.
There’s a saying in Venetian, he said, and translated it into Italian for me, just in case. “Fanno come vogliano: il tempo, i cani, e i padroni.” They do as they please: the weather, dogs, and proprietors.
If you’re in giro and you spot any waders, would you let me know? Sarei molto grata…I’d be very grateful!
[Found ’em: Al Botegon on Via Garibaldi, on the right just before the park entrance.]