Friday, October 19, 2018

Malvasia dell'Adriatico Mar, or Adriatico Mar for Short

What do you think of when you think of Venice?
Canals, masquerades, gondoliers, art?

Gondoliers row under the bridge where
Fondamenta Condulmer crosses over Rio Del Magazen.
Venice, Italy
May 22, 2016
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I think of Malvasia dell'Adriatico Mar, or Adriatico Mar for short.
It's a friendly locals osteria serving wine and simple food
located in the Dorsoduro sestiere (neighborhood) of Venice.

Adriatico Mar is located on the canal
at the wooden bridge on Calle Crosera at Dorsoduro 3771.
Salizada S. Pantlon is the street leading to the other end of the bridge. 
Venice, Italy
September 12, 2018
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Yes, of course, like most people, when I think of Venice,
I also think of its unique canals, masquerades, gondoliers, and art;
but it's Adriatico Mar that I remember with fondness and pleasure,
and it was Adriatico Mar that brought my husband and me back to Venice this fall.

For me, traveling is all about making connections with people in other places,
and we will never forget the friendliness of Francesco and Sira,
the owners of Adriatico Mar whom we met in the spring of 2016.


Francesco (left) and Andrea discuss wines with a customer.
Malvasia dell'Adriatico Mar
Venice, Italy
September 12, 2018
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My husband Terry, a determined travel sleuth, learned of Adriatico Mar
while researching our first trip to Italy in May 2016.
He found it well-reviewed on Trip Advisor,
even though it had opened only eleven months earlier.



My Travel Sleuth finalizes his plans for the next day.
Malvasia dell'Adriatico Mar
Venice, Italy
September 21, 2018
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If you've wandered around Venice, then you know
what a labyrinth its canals and streets form.
We knew that our Hotel Falier on Salizada S. Pantalon
stood in the vicinity of Adriatico Mar,
but as we tramped all over from the Basilica del Frari,
to the Scuola Grande di San Rocco, to the Chiesa di San Pantalon,
the osteria's location escaped us.


Hotel Falier on Salizada S. Pantalon
Venice, Italy
May 22, 2016
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We must have crossed this wooden bridge over the Rio de S. Pantalon
a half a dozen times in both directions.


Wooden Bridge over Rio de S. Pantalon
Venice, Italy
May 22, 2016
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Then one rainy morning, Terry stopped in front of a nondescript open door
at the foot of the wooden bridge and asked, "Could this be it?"

"Let's go in and ask," I replied.  "If it isn't,
maybe someone can tell us where the osteria is."


Calle Crosera, 3771
Venice, Italy
May 23, 2016
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"Is this Adriatico Mar?" Terry asked as he entered a warm, white-walled space
with dark wooden beams spanning the ceiling
and a scattering of benches, tables, and chairs on the floor.

"Yes it is," answered a bespeckled man, who stepped out from behind the bar
and shook my husband's hand.  "I'm Francesco, the owner."

"We've been looking for this place for days!
I'm Terry, and this is my wife, Louise."

"Well, I'm glad you found us!  Welcome, welcome!
What brings you to Adriatico Mar?"

"I've read that this is a friendly place with good food and reasonable prices,
so I thought we'd check it out," Terry replied.

"You've come to the right place.  Would you like something to eat or drink?"

"Yes!" we both answered at once.

"I'd love some hot coffee for starters," I said.

"Make that two," Terry added.

"Have a seat," Francesco said, ushering us to a table.  
"Americano, cappuccino... ?"


"Cappuccino!" we chorused.


It felt great to sink into a chair and get out of the rainy, chilly weather.
While Francesco hustled up cappuccinos, I had a chance to look around
and take in the ambiance of Adriatico Mar.

I loved the old wooden beams, perfect in a building centuries old,
and the door near our table opening out to a jetty on the canal.
The interior of the osteria was tiny, but its kitchen, bar, and seating area
were efficiently laid out, and the spaces were tastefully decorated.


A window looks out on the canal.
Adriatico Mar, Venice, Italy
May 23, 2016
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"How about something to eat?" Francesco said,
as he placed two frothy cappuccinos on our table.

"What would you recommend?" asked Terry.

"That's our menu," Francesco said, pointing to a blackboard on the wall behind us.  
"We have sandwiches, salads, meats, and cheeses.  
Our fresh vegetables are local, from the islands in our Lagoon;
and our meats and cheeses come from farms and producers around Italy,
places I know and have visited."


Terry enjoys his cappuccino.
Adriatico Mar, Venice, Italy
September 23, 2018
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"I don't even know where to begin," I said, eyeing a display case
stuffed with an array of savory snacks, whole cheeses, and cured meats.
"Those meats and cheeses look scrumptious."

"Would you like me to make you a cheese and meat board?" 

"That would be awesome, Francesco.
After a morning filled with Renaissance art and sculptures,
my brain is too tired to make decisions," I said.


"We'll share it," Terry added.


"Leave it to me!" exclaimed Francesco,
heading behind the bar to the tiny kitchen space to prepare our lunch.

We gratefully relaxed, sipping our coffee and listening to the soft jazz music.
We had a little time, because almost everything at Adriatico Mar
is sliced and diced on demand.


"That's not food!" I said when Francesco placed a board
loaded with with vegetables, meat, and cheese in front of us.
"That's art!"


"That looks so good," Terry said.


Edible Art
Adriatico Mar, Venice, Italy
May 23, 2016
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"And bring us wine, please!" I added.


"Red or white?"


"Red!"


"Light, bold, something in between?"


"Definitely bold!"


"Bold," Terry agreed.


Francesco brought us two glasses filled with red, rich, full-bodied wine
and said, "Let me tell you about what you are going to eat and drink!"


A Cooled Selection
Adriatico Mar, Venice, Italy
September 22, 2018
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There is no way I can remember all the details he shared;
but Francesco knows his food and wine, and he takes great pride 
in the quality of his fresh, organic, and authentic Italian wares.

It was a quiet, late morning in the osteria, and we were Francesco's only customers,
so he reached for a framed map of Italy on the wall
and sat down with us to spin a delectable tale
about the sources and histories of our food and wine.


Francesco's Storytelling Map 
 Adriatico Mar, Venice, Italy
September 22, 2018
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We were delighted with this gregarious Venetian
and his passion for hospitality and excellent food and drink;
so we kept returning and returning, in 2016 and 2018.


Sometimes people packed the small osteria and crowded the jetty on the canal.
Plates of food balanced on knees or passed overhead from person to person.
Wine flowed by the bottle or glass, and laughter and conversation drowned the jazz.


At times like that Francesco, Sira, or Andrea would wave and smile, 
until they had a chance to stop by and speak to us briefly.
They made a point of connecting with all the customers,
helping them to choose a wine and perhaps an appetizing snack or small meal.
  
Other times we relaxed in an oasis of calm and warmth
and traded life stories and adventures big and small.
Not every customer had two legs!



 

Canine Visitors
Adriatico Mar, Venice, Italy
2016 and 2018
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Conversations on the Jetty
Adriatico Mar, Venice, Italy
May 24, 2016
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I have a jumble of memories of this special place in Venice:
delicious food, smooth wines, strong coffee, friendly locals, 
engaging conversation, and chilling on the jetty.









More Conversations on the Jetty
Adriatico Mar, Venice, Italy
2016 and 2018
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But most of all, I have fond memories of Francesco and Sira.
If we're lucky enough to return to Italy, for sure I'm going to Venice,
and I know right where we're headed after we drop our bags:
Malvasia dell'Adriatico Mar!



To Hospitality and Friendship!
Adriatico Mar, Venice, Italy
September 22, 2018
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Till next time ~
Fundy Blue


Crossing Petit Passage to Tiverton
Bay of Fundy, Nova Scotia, Canada
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Notes:
1.  Osteria:
     All the different names for Italian eateries can be confusing.  An osteria, as explained
     to us by Francesco, is a small, bar like establishment that serves simple food and a
      smaller selection of wines and other drinks.  It typically does not have a full kitchen to prepare
      hot dishes like pasta, although it may have small appliances like a panini press to make hot
      paninis.  The most important characteristic of an osteria, says Francesco, is its focus on
      hospitality, an aspect he takes very seriously.  Authentic, traditional osterias are disappearing in
      Italy and being replaced by fast, efficient, tourist-money-oriented businesses.  Adriatico Mar
      "is old Venice, before the tourists, a true osteria that hasn't sold its soul for money," one local
      empathically told me.
       

For Map Lovers Like Me:


Neighborhoods of Venice





      Google Maps 2018



Location of Adriatico Mar




Salizada S. Pantalon leads to the wooden bridge
over Rio De S. Pantalon.
Adriatico Mar is at the other end of the bridge.
Venice, Italy
May 22, 2016
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Arrivederci!
 Adriatico Mar, Venice, Italy
September 23, 2018
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Friday, October 5, 2018

And on to Ittoqqortoormiit!


Have you ever surprised yourself with what you can do?
I've certainly surprised the heck out of me!

I retired on June 6, 2012, and I am 2,310 days into retirement.
I woke up exhausted that first day of retirement,
but I put one foot in front of the other and started walking
a few circles around the kitchen, dining room, and living room. 

By Day 3, I was rested enough to tackle a walk along Piney Creek,
and I decided that I was going to walk from my home
in Aurora, Colorado to St. Anthony, Newfoundland.
I began adding up the miles I walked on trails near my home
and plotting them on a map from my front doorstep,
to the highway, and on to I-70 and Kansas.

I wasn't sure I could do it,
but I doggedly kept putting one foot in front of the other.

  
Overflow from Piney Creek
Open Space, Aurora, Colorado
May 20, 2017
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Terry, my sisters Barb and Bertie, and I had visited St. Anthony
in mid-July the year before while chasing icebergs.

Located at the tip of the Great Northern Peninsula of Newfoundland,
St. Anthony's location and history had captured my imagination,
and I hoped its allure would inspire me when my feet dragged.

My Goal:  The Finish Line in St. Anthony
Great Northern Peninsula, Newfoundland, Canada
July 15, 2011
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It took me 1933 days to walk the 3423 miles (5509 kilometers)
from Aurora to St. Anthony,
an average of 1.7 miles/day (2.7 kilometers/day).

Ironically, on the day I "arrived," I was about as far away 
as you can get from St. Anthony in Canada.
I was roaming around in Beacon Hill Park in Victoria, British Columbia.


Beacon Hill Park
Victoria, British Columbia, Canada
September 23, 2017
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Location of Victoria and St. Anthony  




Equally ironic, I was behind in adding up my "walks"
and didn't know I had "arrived."
When I figured it out several days later, I asked myself "Now what?"

I had a vague idea of walking to Reykjavik, Iceland,
so I turned around and started "walking back" to St. Barbe, Newfoundland
where I could catch the ferry to Blanc-Sablon, Quebec
and start hoofing it for Red Bay and Labrador City.

I love Reykjavik, but somehow it didn't compel me the way St. Anthony had.
I needed another spot on the map to aim for.

One of Pat Hatt's posts in It's Rhyme Time came to my rescue.
It was a zany travel post that included Ittoqqortoormiit, Greenland,
and Ittoqqortoormiit, one of the most remote towns in Greenland, spoke to me.
I had my next "walking" goal.


Ittoqqortoormiit, Greenland



So I've been walking, walking, walking
while traveling, traveling, traveling
and racking up the miles since September 23rd last year.

Last week, on September 25th, we flew over Greenland on a sunny morning.
I was beyond excited, to the point that Terry gave up
trying to shush me and pretended that he didn't know me
as I snapped the glaciers 40,000 feet below.


Glaciers Flowing to the Ocean
Norwegian Airlines
Southeastern Coast of Greenland
September 25, 2018
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And then on the flight map I was following, up popped Ittoqqortoormiit!


Ittoqqortoormiit
Norwegian Airlines 
Over the Labrador Sea
September 25, 2018
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Of course it was too far away to see and on the other side of the plane,
but it became very, very real!

"Look, look, Terry! That's where I'm walking!"
I shook his arm as he tried to pretend he was asleep
and pumped my feet up and down on the floor:  
"I'm walking there right now,
and when I get there, I'm going there for real!"

"We'll see," he said with surprising and sudden patience.
I'm so glad he gets me.

Our flight path took us over Hudson Strait and Resolution and Edgell islands;
also exciting, because I've walked almost to the end
of the Torngat Mountains at the northernmost tip of Labrador
between Ungava Bay and the Labrador Sea.


Over Resolution and Edgell Islands
(the northernmost tip of Labrador is to the left of the flight path)
Norwegian Airlines 
Over the Western USA
September 25, 2018
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In the Vicinity of Resolution and Edgell Islands  
Norwegian Airlines 
Nunavut, Canada
September 25, 2018
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After some sleep, I totaled up my walking miles.
On September 27, 2018, I had walked 1375 miles (2214 kilometers) 
from St. Anthony in 369 days,
an average of 3.7 miles/day (5.9 kilometers/day).


Google Maps ~ 2018  (I hope!)


I don't know what surprised me more:
how far I'd come or how fast I'd walked.
I thought I'd be slowing down six years into retirement.
I'm walking faster!
Ittoqqortoormiit here I come!


Google Maps ~ 2018  (I hope!)





Taking a Cappuccino Break from Walking
Brighton, UK
September 24, 2018
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Tuesday, October 2, 2018

IWSG: Wednesday, October 3, 2018 ~ It's All Good!






It's the first Wednesday of the month,
the day that members of the
Insecure Writer's Support Group
share their writing struggles
and writing successes
and offer their encouragement
and support to fellow writers.






To visit the IWSG website, click here.

To become a member of the IWSG, click here.

Our wonderful co-hosts who are volunteering today,
along with IWSG founder Alex Cavanaugh are:
Dolorah@Book Lover,  Christopher D. Votey,  Tanya Miranda, and Chemist Ken.  

I hope you have a chance to visit today's hosts and thank them for co-hosting.
I'm sure they would appreciate a visit and an encouraging comment.

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Every month the IWSG poses a question
that members can answer with advice, insight,
a personal experience, or a story in their IWSG posts.

Or, the question can inspire members
if they aren't sure what to write about on IWSG Day.

Remember the question is optional.
This month's featured question is:

How do major life events affect your writing?
Has writing ever helped you through something?

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Last month I attempted to complete an IWSG post on my iPhone
on a train in Southern England and had a frustrating time of it.
I finally posted something after being locked out
of my Google account for several days.

This month it's all good!
I'm home.
I have my computer.
I have internet.
I don't need electrical adapters.

I didn't gain any weight as I traveled in England and Italy,
and I scrambled up any keep, tower, dome, or cliff I tackled.


Hanging on for Dear Life
Cupola, Brunelleschi's Dome
Cathedral of St. Mary of the Flower
Florence, Italy
September 21, 2018
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Not for the Acrophobic 
Looking Down at Giotto's Bell Tower
and the Cathedral of St. Mary of the Flower
from the Cupola of Brunelleschi's Dome
Florence, Italy
September 21, 2018
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More Info:  Florence Cathedral


  
Our home was fine when we returned,
except for a chirping smoke detector in the guest bedroom.

Terry caught a lousy cold on the flight home,
but he crawled under his own, welcome bedcovers and is on the mend.  

As I said, it's all good.

Terry and I had lots of fun and many adventures in Europe,
but when Denver popped up on the cockpit view map
on our Norwegian Airline flight back,
we were grateful and excited at the prospect of home.


A Welcome Sight
Norwegian Airlines 
Over the Western USA
September 25, 2018
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Happy and Tired
Norwegian Airlines 
North Atlantic
September 25, 2018
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I'd like to report that I'm enthusiastically binging on writing,
but the truth is that I've been pushing through unpacking,
loads of laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning,
a crate of mail, statements in three currencies,
and taking care of the Not-So-Patient Grumpy Cat who shares my life.


Not-So-Patient Grumpy Cat
I have no clue where I originally found this meme.
It's all over the internet.




My goal is to be back on a writing schedule by Monday.
I managed to write at least 100 words in my journal most days of our trip,
and I have a visual journal of some 8,000 photographs.
Most of all, I have wonderful memories of the best time with Terry.
That is the most important thing of all.


Hiking at the Devil's Dyke
South Downs Way 
near Brighton, UK
September 2, 2018
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As for this month's IWSG question,
major life events always bring my writing to a complete stop.
Something major demands my full attention and participation.
It's afterwards that I turn to writing to understand
these experiences and the emotions they evoke.

Wishing everyone a great IWSG Day.
I look forward to visiting and reading your posts!
Happy writing in October!
It's all good!


The Breathtaking Seven Sisters
South Downs National Park 
Between Seaford and Eastbourne, Southern England, UK
September 6, 2018
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Link to My Website: Standing Into Danger


Sunday, September 9, 2018

IWSG: September 4, 2018 ~ Computerless and Lost!

Hello, Fellow IWSG Members!
I’m sorry this doesn’t look like a regular IWSG post. 
I’m sitting in a train station in Brighton 
on the south coast of England, 
and trying to write a post with my iPhone.

I have no clue how to do internet links
so I can’t post links to our wonderful co-hosts. 
Thanks to each of you for volunteering,
and thanks always to Alex Cavanaugh!

Now I’m on the train to London’s Victoria Station,
hoping my battery doesn’t drain. 

I’m computerless and feel like I’m looking 
at the Cyber World through the wrong end of a telescope. 

I accidentally left my computer behind in
the security line at Halifax Stanfield International Airport on August 8th.
After a boomerang false start, FedEx delivered my computer safe and sound. 

But then we left for the UK, and luggage was too heavy. 
I’m still computerless ~ Argh!

My writing took a major hit in August and will suffer in September. 
I had hit 100 days/100 of writing in a row.
Then right back to a Big Fat Zero I went. 
So now I’m reduced to journaling only. 

Wishing each of you a great month of writing. 
I’ll be back in October with stories to tell. 

Now I’ll see if I can add a photo. 
I’ve done over 500 posts,
and I’ve never done one without a photo.

Now I’m in Haywards Heath ~ Don’t you just love the names of English communities?

Okay. 
That didn’t work,
So I’ll quit while I’m behind.
No photo. 😂

I’ll visit around tonight, after London. 
Sorry for any errors. 











Wednesday, August 1, 2018

IWSG: Wednesday, August 1, 2018 ~ Editor, Please!







It's the first Wednesday of the month:
the day when members of the
Insecure Writer's Support Group
share their writing struggles
and writing successes
and offer their encouragement
and support to fellow writers.





To visit the IWSG website, click here.

To become a member of the IWSG, click here.


Our wonderful co-hosts who are volunteering today,
along with IWSG founder Alex Cavanaugh are:
Erika Beebe,  Sandra Hoover, Susan Gourley, and Lee Lowry.  

I hope you have a chance to visit today's hosts and thank them for co-hosting.
I'm sure they would appreciate a visit and an encouraging comment.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Every month the IWSG poses a question
that members can answer with advice, insight,
a personal experience, or a story in their IWSG posts.

Or, the question can inspire members
if they aren't sure what to write about on IWSG Day.

Remember the question is optional.
This month's featured question is:

What pitfalls would you warn other writers to avoid on their publication journey?


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Publishing my first book is my writing goal,
so I am looking forward to the advice of IWSG members on publishing pitfalls.

To me the process is filled with unknown hazards,
like crossing a newly crusted flow spewing lava to collect a sample. 


A geologist uses a hammer and a bucket of water
to collect fresh lava for chemical analysis.
Kilauea, Hawaii.



Once the path to publication seemed straightforward,
like scrambling over ancient flows,
uneven and rugged, but stable and solid.
Now the path seems shifting and uncertain
because of the explosion of publishing options. 

In recent years I have read a variety of books
written by family members and friends,
from books published by mainstream publishers,
to self-published digital books on Amazon.
As I consider which path to take to publication,
I have studied these books to see what works and what doesn't.

The big difference I have observed between traditionally published books
and other forms of published books is the quality of the editing.
Often the traditionally published book is better.
A poorly edited book jars me.

I think a good editor can help an author improve his or her manuscript,
not just with the mechanics of spelling, grammar, and punctuation,
but also with the structure, focus, and clarity of the final draft.

Some alternately published books I have read are so disorganized
and full of mistakes that it makes it difficult to get through the book.
In these instances I have persisted only because of
a personal connection with the author.

I think that a poorly written book annoys readers
and discourages them from reading other books by the same author.

When it comes time to publish my manuscript,
I hope to have a traditional publisher; 
but if I don't, I will certainly look for a good editor
before I choose an alternate path to publication.
I have been humbled enough by good editors to know I need one.

Just as I know there are many pitfalls in newly formed lava crusts,
I know I will encounter many pitfalls in publishing as I move forward.
I will be grateful for the advice of those who have traveled before me.


Ancient Lava Flows 
North Mountain Basalt 
Westport, Brier Island, Nova Scotia, Canada
July 20, 2018
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I am still traveling, but I hope to visit around tomorrow.
Happy writing in August!


For map lovers like me:
Location of Brier Island
Westport, Brier Island, Nova Scotia, Canada



Location of Brier Island
Westport, Brier Island, Nova Scotia, Canada



Location of Nova Scotia