Showing posts with label Italy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Italy. Show all posts

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Torino, Spring Break 7 of 10

My last day in Italy, Easter Monday, was spent exploring the once-Olympic city of Turin. My guess is that most of the venues were outside the city center, predominantly in the mountains, because there is little evidence in the historic old-town that anything of the sort took place. It was a wonderful day, much improved weather-wise from Milan, and I spent I lazily wondering about. Most everything was closed before noon, except the churches, which were all full of individual worshipers. I have read that Turin is particularly spiritual, especially for northern Italy, and I concur based on the little I saw. Perhaps it has something to do with being the home of the much-debated Shroud of Turin, supposedly the funeral shroud of Jesus Christ Himself. Irritatingly, I discovered upon my arrival that the shroud would not be open to the public until the 2nd of May, less than a month from now. Nevertheless, I enjoyed still enjoyed the day. I spent the better part of one hour waiting in line to ascend the Mole Antonelliana, an incredible tower serviced by a glass elevator. From the top, you literally have an incredible 270º view of the Alps. It was well worth the wait. After that I toured some more churches, as well as surprisingly large collection of Egyptian antiquities, before strolling along the Po River. As it was a national holiday, every other Italian family was out, enjoying the beautiful weather and scenery with me. Along the river, there is a modern reconstruction of what a Medieval Turin would have looked like, complete with narrow passageways, public fountains, churches, and small merchants shops. I enjoyed Turin very much…the mood of the city was remarkably calm and relaxed, at least compared to Milan, and it seemed the most important thing in the world was simply enjoying the good weather.

Some of Turin's Churches

Main Square

Roman Ruins

Medieval City (re-constructed)

Along the Po

The Mole Antonelliana, and view from the top

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Friday, April 16, 2010

Milano, Spring Break 6 of 10.

Milan, the heart of European fashion, is a very metropolitan city. It is a lot like many other large European cities, but has some unique qualities. I was fortunate enough to visit on Easter, when it seems the normal rules were suspended. In the heart of the city all of the churches and cafes were open, although none of the museums were. In the less central areas, only the small restaurants and bars remained open. Most of the people, it seemed, were spending the day at home, as all of the shopping, and Milan has a lot of shopping, was closed for the day. The most popular tourist destinations in Milan were centered around the Duoma, a large gothic cathedral where regular services are held. There are also public parks, many museums and theaters, as well as generally interesting buildings, packed with Europe’s finest designer boutiques. I rather liked Milan, but I would like to see it at its best, when everything is open and alive, rather than on a very rainy Easter Sunday, when every dog big and small wears its own raincoat.


Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Crossing the Alps, Spring Break 5 of 10.


In the year 1794 James Watt patented the steam powered engine, which changed the transportation of goods and people forever. Within fifty years, all of industrialized Europe was establishing their own rail system. The railroad was an important investment economically, as it facilitated the rapid movement of consumer goods in the burgeoning market economies, but also politically, as rail-networks soon became important for defense of national borders. In 1859, The Austro-Hungarian Empire opened the first lines for what would eventually become the Brenner Railway, linking Austria with the Austro-Hungarian province of South Tirol (now part of northern Italy). The vast empire was committed to maintaining its borders south of the Alp Mountains, and when it was completed in 1867 it became the first railway to transverse the Alp Mountains; starting in Innsbruck, Austria and terminating in Verona, Italy.

Although new technology greatly increased the speed with which one can cross the Alps, the route it follows through the mountains is very old. From Austria the route follows the Inn River (a tributary of the Danube) up the Wiptall (Wipp Valley). It crosses over Brenner Pass, the lowest Alpine pass, at only 1,370 meters above sea level (4,495 feet). It then joins the Adige River (which flows into the Adriatic Sea south of Venice) through the Eisack and Adige Valleys into Verona, at the base of the Alps. Brenner Pass has been an important mountain pass from even before the Romans arrived in the area, though in the 2nd century AD they completed the first road crossing the Pass. The Germanic Alamanni crossed the pass in AD 268 attempting to invade the Roman Empire, as did countless other peoples wishing to travel into Italy from the north.

Today, the railway more or less travels along the same paths that have been used for thousands of years, with the help of some modern innovations, namely 25 short tunnels (about 25 km in total) and 4 bridges. The rest of the way, the tracks follows the river up into the mountains, or out again. Humans have always relied on flowing water, either for trade or crop irrigation, or even to find the gentlest course between two places. Its no coincidence that almost every inland European city is located on a river. I have seen several rivers on this trip. Both Düsseldorf and Vaduz are situated along the Rhine. Munich sits along the Isar River, which flows into the Danube. Salzburg is on the Salzach River, which flows into the Danube via the Inn. The Danube is Europe’s second longest river, originating in the German Black Forest and flowing through Germany, Austria, Slovakia, Hungary, Croatia, Serbia, Romania, Bulgaria, and the Ukraine into the Black Sea near Milan and Turin are in the Po River basin along the Po River, Italy’s longest which joins the Adriatic near Venice. Zurich is along the Limmat River which flows into the Aar and eventually the Rhine.

Brenner Pass is a rough dividing line between Italian- and German-speakers, as well as between northern and southern European lifestyles. One can observe these differences simply by watching the landscape pass by as the train moves south. In Austria you see small farming villages centered around a church and settled in fertile valleys amongst the high, snow-capped peaks of the Alps. The fields stretch a little way up the sides of the mountains and are used to graze cows or else to grow wheat and barley. However once one passes over Brenner Pass, the landscape changes. The villages become more spread out, often based around large villa estates. Although there are still churches among the residential buildings, one also sees more small churches or monasteries located in the foothills of the Alps. In addition to wheat fields and orchards, which are located in the low valleys, one also sees the hills covered in grape vines and olive trees. Mediterranean Europe has long relied on the mountainsides to grow two of its most important crops, whereas in the north they were rarely of importance. The gradual change between German and Italian can be observed in the informational signs at the station. In Innsbruck everything is written in German and English. As you pass south, everything is in both German and Italian, and even the cities have names in both. The train passes through cities called Brennero/Brenner, Fleres/Pflersch, Funes/Villnöß, and Castelrotto/Kastelruth. By Verona, the signs were in Italian and English. There are also significant cultural differences between German-speakers and Italian-speakers, as I witnessed even in the very mundane atmosphere of the cafes. I had my lunch in the Austrian city of Innsbruck, and was served by a quiet, punctual waitress who spoke little, brought me my food, and left me alone. That night, I had dinner in a Pizzeria in Milan, and after being seated spent ten minutes talking to the staff before I even got my menu. The hostess asked if I spoke Spanish after she discovered that I don’t speak Italian, and the rest of the staff thought it would be funny to see how much Italian I could understand, and how much they could pretend to speak in Spanish. I was seated at the back, next to the table where the cooks and waiters were enjoying an espresso break, and they spent the next ten minutes talking to me, laughing, singing, and dancing. I eventually got my food, and ever later by bill, and left completely shocked at what had just happened. I have spent so much time in Northern Europe; I am forgetting my previous experiences in Spain and Italy. Nevertheless, I absolutely loved taking the train across the Alps, if for no other reason than it offers countless breathtaking views of this beautiful and snow-covered mountain range.