From a visit to the Castello di Vezio, see video of falconry high over Lake Como.
Category Archives: Italy
Keeping Cool, Italian Style: Energy Efficiency and Home Safety, All in One
Although it’s hot here in the summer, Italy’s not big on air conditioning, preferring to rely on older methods for keeping cool.
Most Italian buildings are naturally insulated, being made of concrete, brick, or stone. The older they are, the thicker the walls, which of course adds to the insulation. Windows are protected by shutters, whose style varies with location and age of the building. These insulate against the weather, but also protect against thieves (housebreaking is far more common here than street mugging).
Our apartment in Milan had tapparelle: slatted, roll-down shutters operated by a pulley system with a cloth strap that you pulled, hand over hand, to raise or lower them. This was barely within the limits of my strength on our large bedroom window, even though the shutters were made of plastic – we were on the 7th floor, so security wasn’t much of an issue.
My in-laws’ apartment in Rome, being on the first floor, had to have strongtapparelle. The originals were elegant wood, but, when they began to break down with age, this proved very expensive to replace, so the new ones were steel painted a woodish sort of color. Those were even heavier than the wood, so we were thankful for the electric motor that raised and lowered the 3-meter-widetapparella in the living room – until the electricity went out…
^ Wooden tapparella on our first apartment in Lecco – operated by a hand crank (not visible in this picture), it took forever to open or close. Then the slats started breaking…
The problem with tapparelle as a safety feature is that, to be safe, you have to close them at night – clever Italian house thieves have been known to use sleeping gas on homeowners to ensure easy pickings inside the house. So the shutters in Rome had to be closed, no matter how hot the night. The most you could do was leave them slightly open so that a centimeter or two of air could pass underneath and through the slim cracks between the slats.
Back in Milan, surrounded by other 7th and 8th-floor apartments, we closed thetapparelle for privacy, except on a few summer nights when we were too hot to care if the neighbors saw us naked in the moonlight (it was too hot to wear clothes or have sheets over us on the bed, either). We found a partial solution in putting a new type of frame on the bedroom tapparella, which could be tilted out on a hinge even when the shutter was fully rolled down, so we could get air in under it, and look down into the street, but no one could look across or down into us.
Here in Lecco, most houses have persiane – hinged shutters with fixed, louvered slats pointing downward, so no one can see in, but you still get some light and air. We don’t feel the need to close these most of the time, even though we don’t have curtains: the position of our house is such that no one can look into our windows, unless they use binoculars. But the persiane are useful to keep the sun out while letting air in. On summer afternoons I close everything up on the sunny side of the house – shutters and windows – and the rooms stay relatively cool til the evening breezes come and it’s time to open it all up again.
Note: Yes, we also use fans.
Learn Italian in Song: Certi Momenti
Certain MomentsPierangelo Bertoli, 1980 A song in favor of a woman’s right to choose, from a time when either choice to be made for an unwanted pregnancy resulted in social stigma. Unfortunately, the song is relevant still today. For the moment (2008), abortion is legal in Italy, but the political right wing and the Catholic church are doing what they can to make obtaining an abortion – or even birth control – more difficult. Teenage pregnancy has not been a big phenomenon in Italy to date, but at this rate… A year or two ago we went out to dinner at Taverna ai Poggi, a restaurant near our home in Lecco. The only table left was in the basement, alongside a large (pre-arranged) banquet of some sort. We were a merry little bunch, and the restaurant staff kept apologetically asking us to quiet down so we wouldn’t disturb the other group. Perforce, we listened to them, and were astonished to hear a long recital of vitriolic anti-abortion poetry. Had I had my wits about me, I should have replied with this song. |
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Anna che hai scavalcato le montagnee hai preso a pugni le tue tradizioni lo so che non é facile il tuo giorno ma il tuo pensiero é fatto di ragioni i padri han biasimato la tua azione la chiesa ti ha bollato d’eresia i cambiamento impone la reazione e adesso sei il nemico e cosi’ sia ritornello: Credo che in certi momenti il cervello non sa piu’ pensare e corre in rifugi da pazzi e non vuole tornare poi cado coi piedi per terra e scoppiano folgore e tuono non credo alla vita pacifica non credo al perdono Adesso quando i medici di turno rifiuteranno di esserti d’aiuto perchÉ venne un polacco ad insegnargli che é piu’ cristiano imporsi col rifiuto pretenderanno che tu torni indietro e ti costringeranno a partorire per poi chiamarlo figlio della colpa e tu una Maddalena da pentire. (ritornello) Volevo dedicarti quattro righe, per quanto puo’ valere una canzone credo che tu abbia fatto qualche cosa anche se questa é solo un’opinione che lascerai il tuo segno nella vita e i poveri bigotti reazionari dovranno fare senza peccatrici saranno senza scopi umanitari (ritornello x2) |
Anna, [you] who have climbed the mountainsand have beaten up your traditions
I know your day isn’t easy but your thought is made up of [correct] reasons The fathers have censured your action the church has declared you a heretic change requires reaction and now you’re the enemy, and so be it. refrain: I believe that in certain moments the brain doesn’t know how to think anymore and runs into crazy refuges and doesn’t want to return then I fall with my feet on the ground and lightning and thunder explode I don’t believe in the peaceful life, I don’t believe in pardon. Now that the doctors on duty will refuse to help you because a Polack* came to teach them that it is more Christian to impose oneself by refusal They will expect that you turn back and they will force you to give birth to then call him “child of shame” and you a Magdalene to repent. (refrain) I wanted to dedicate four lines to you, for whatever a song may be worth I believe you have done something, although this is only an opinion, that will leave your sign in life and the poor reactionary bigots will have to do without [female] sinners they will be without humanitarian aims. |
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* Polacco in Italian is not a pejorative term. It merely connotes a male citizen of Poland, in this specific case, Karol Wojtyla, aka the late Pope John Paul II. However, I think the context justifies using the pejorative English term rather than the neutral (and potentially confusing, in spite of capitalization) “Pole”. | |||
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Gallery: Varenna in Autumn
From a day trip to Varenna with our friends Serena and Sandro.
Gallery: A Hike in Valchiavenna
Photos from a hike Enrico and I did in Valchiavenna.