I had long wanted to visit Sant’Andrea Apostolo dello Ionio, my father's birthplace. Though I had learned much from my grandparents, who shared with me many of their wonderful memories over the years, in order to truly understand their story, I needed to witness life in and around Sant’Andrea for myself.
This pecorino has a past. In the late ’60s, Uncle Al, hoping that he could tame the odor, wrapped and rewrapped several round slabs Poppy had requested and stuffed them in a bag. The cheese went through Customs safely. His clothes that shared the bag, however, had to be thrown out. No matter how many [...]
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMXS-njYV5M] The last time Uncle Bruno visited Sant’Andrea, the trip up the mountains to the old monastery in Serra San Bruno took more than 3 hours. There was no paved road — only a bumpy dirt path better suited for dune buggies than toy cars. Must have been lots of fun with Poppy in the [...]
[googlevideo=http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8399724299004522844&pr=goog-sl] We didn’t see why everyone made such a fuss, but Uncle Bruno and I thought the 70-degree weather was perfect for a dip in the sea. In Sant’andrea, going into the water in November is pure lunacy. Nino, who took us to the marina after a 3-hour excursion in hunt for the cheese, called [...]
From vistas to local stuff.
Monday, December 31, 2007
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