Innamorarsi di Villa Velina – Part III

We knew our first day living in Villa Velina would be a long one. We entered and saw our beautiful new cucina, table and chairs, in person, for the first time! Then we practically ran into the bedroom to check out our new bed. These were our only possessions in Italy, except for the beautiful dishes we had just picked up in Positano and the extra suitcase of linens, bath towels, a Pottery Barn duvet cover made in Italy and a down comforter we had brought with us.

The many other home furnishings we would need would have to be purchased locally, and we had decided the more local, the better. The Casalvelino area is a small somewhat remote area and we felt it important to support our local town and businesses. We knew there was an Ikea located near Salerno, about an hour and a half north of us, so we had come “armed” with an extensive list of items we had compiled by walking through our local Ikea in Philadelphia. But our plan was to buy as many things as we could from the closest Supermercato, right down the hill from us.

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After a quick view of Villa Velina, we quickly departed for the Supermercato, our first local activity. It was almost 1:00 pm by now and we knew at some point they would close for afternoon siesta, and not reopen for a few hours. What we didn’t know were exact times.

As we entered the store, we got some interested looks. After all, this was the end of November and tourists or foreigners (aka stranieri) were not commonly found in the area at this time. We were greeted first by a nice lady who inquired if we were German (Deutsche?). We said “No, Americani”, and got a huge smile. We then had an exchange that consisted of her local dialect, our beginner Italian and some charades. All parties seemed to feel we understood each other. She then took us to some of her work colleagues and introduced us. One thing that really surprised us was – Philadelphia Cream Cheese.

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In the Supermercato, the food is on the main level; upstairs we found a wealth of household goods ranging from crystal wine glasses to toilet seats and chandeliers to pasta pots. We immediately went upstairs and began grabbing everything in site that we needed starting with the important items like a corkscrew and wine glasses (no need to explain this one, right?) and a toilet seat. Yes, Villa Velina came with a toilet, but not a toilet seat! This is apparently a very personal decision. So, after we filled our cart to overflowing with pots, pans, glasses, etc., we went downstairs to check out.

Once outside the store, we realized that they had shut all of the doors and turned off the lights. “Oh”, we thought, “this must be the start of siesta”. Later, we learned that these nice ladies had kept the store open 30 minutes past the start of siesta just for us!

As we returned to Villa Velina with our “catch of the day”, I turned around to look at the hill behind us as George unlocked the outside door. George almost dropped the keys as I let out a scream, thinking I found a viper or something. I had spotted a rainbow (arcobaleno). God’s sign to me that all was well and I was where I was supposed to be!

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Innamorarsi di Villa Velina – Part II

After accomplishing our “dish mission” in Positano, we headed down the Amalfi Coast for Villa Velina. We had thoroughly enjoyed our short stay in this town, that will always and forever hold a piece of our hearts, but this day would mark the very first time we would stay overnight at Villa Velina and stay for more than an hour! We had driven from Positano to Casalvelino before with Luisa, our realtor, but this would be the first time on our own.

I had the distinct advantage of being able to gawk at the scenery, while George had the huge responsibility of making sure we made it there alive as he deftly navigated the narrow areas and blind hairpin curves of this absolutely magnificent stretch of road that was designed and installed first by the Greeks and later improved by the Romans. “They sure knew how to live”, I thought as I benefited from the views of such beauty that were beyond description. Back in the day, we’re talking horse traffic, so there was no need for these roads to be very wide.

It was stormy and a bit overcast along the Amalfi Coast that day, but nothing can take away from the spectacular experience (except maybe if you try to do this in July/August when these towns are bulging with tourists and the Amalfi Coast Road is gridlocked. And you get to back your car around a hairpin curve because a tourist bus cannot fit. We saw amazing sites along the way.

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Then, we reached Salerno. From this point on, we would be driving our local turf through Bufalo Mozzarella territory and the roads would get more and more provinciale until we reached Villa Velina.

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As we skirted around Salerno and continued our journey, we could see the skies brighten, until a beautiful blue sky with an interesting cloud formation appeared near Paestum. It was just magical!

As we got off the Provinciale Autostradale 18, we could barely contain our excitement! Just a couple of kilometers and we would be home in Italy (casa in Italia)!! As George drove, I took some initial shots of our town. There had just been a storm and the skies were so dramatic.

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After a left turn (gira sinister) and ride up the hill, we identified our dirt road (strada bianca) and turned right. The name of our street is painted on the gray pole: Via San Nicola (Saint Nicolas Street or Santa Claus Way).

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We drove down our strada bianca and as we turned right to enter our driveway, this view was waiting for us. At this point, the driveway takes a very sharp turn to the left. Anyone missing it (due to the beverages they chose to drink or inattention), will suddenly find themselves tumbling 300 feet down the hillside into town!

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Ahhh, Villa Velina at last! As we entered our Casa Dolce Casa (home sweet home), she gave us the views that will always possess our minds when we leave and keep us coming back!

 

 

 

 

 

Innamorarsi di Villa Velina (Falling in Love) – Part I

It had been five months, one week and five days since we stepped back on US soil holding the keys to Villa Velina, and finally time to return and stay there for our first time. We would spend Thanksgiving week in Italy! Our only prior visit was three days before settlement and for less than an hour. During the wait, we were like children with an Advent Calendar counting down to Christmas!

Villa Velina now had the basic necessities – a bed to sleep in, a cucina to cook in and chairs and a table for eating the delicious fresh local foods we would cook. Other than this short list of furnishings, Villa Velina was empty – not a wine glass, not a dish, not a fork, not a toilet seat, not a shower surround or shower curtain rod. One thing it did have was lighting in every room; albeit that lighting consisted of black electrical wires with a light bulb attached at the end! While eagerly awaiting our return, we made lists of everything we would need to comfortably furnish our love nest (nido d’amore).

During our stay in Positano, one of our three honeymoon destinations, we fell in love with this magical town and its beautiful ceramics. Our rental villa there had beautiful dishes and after returning home, I attempted to find which store made them – yes, they make their beautiful dishes right there! I was pleasantly surprised when I located the store online – Ceramica Assunta (http://www.ceramicassunta.it/). Their designs were quite distinctive. Our rental had beautiful multi-color plates with a chicken design. Since we are pescatarian, chickens weren’t exactly what we had in mind, but maybe fish or lemons. After previewing the many options, I choose a beautiful lemon pattern. I decided to do one in each color since we would only have one set of dishes, at least that way it would feel like four different sets. Then, I sold George on the idea that we could stop in Positano on our way down, spend a night and pick up the dishes.

George wrote an email to the store and than called them and placed the order. Lucky for us, we were planning months ahead, because they make their dishes to order. The store owner assumed that we would want our order shipped to America. When George explained that we wanted to personally pick them up because they were for our home in Casalvelino, he could feel the man smile over the phone. George explained that in 3 months when we arrived, we would have a small window of one afternoon to come pick up the dishes. Since we were picking them up in person, they did not want any money at all up front. We were told we could pay when we came. George arranged for us to pick them up in the afternoon of our first day there. Since November is off-season for Positano, and the shops have limited hours, he actually made an appointment to pick them up. We crossed our fingers that this would actually work out.

After flying into Rome and grabbing a rental car, we arrived in Positano by noon and checked into Hotel Villa delle Palme right in town on Viale Pasitea. We then quickly drove into the center of town to the ceramic shop to pick up the wonderful ceramic dishes. Since there was no where to park, George stayed up the street in a hotel parking area, while I walked down to the store to preview the dishes and pay for them.

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I walked into the ceramics store and the friendly owner greeted me. He had everything ready; all in the same lemon pattern, but 4 different color schemes: 4 dinner dishes, 4 salad plates, 4 bowls, 4 mugs.  All were perfect. I smiled and thanked the owner profusely, especially for opening up the closed store just for us that day! I handed him my credit card and he told me my husband also needed to see the dishes . . . I guess since George was his contact remotely throughout this transaction, he wanted to meet him and also make sure that he also approved! So, I sent George down and he returned with a smile on his face and we both had a new friend!

Virtually Furnishing Villa Velina

During the five months between receiving the keys to Villa Velina and our return over Thanksgiving 2013, we kept busy researching the area and purchasing and arranging for the installation of our kitchen (cucina). Interestingly, the word for kitchen and cook is the same, which explains why you will sometimes hear someone Italian say “you are a good kitchen”.  I can assure you that when we attempt to speak Italian, we say equally interesting things!

We could never have done this without the help of Maria, whose family sold us the condo. It all started when we asked Maria where she would suggest we buy our kitchen.  She suggested Mobili Oranges in Casal Velino Marina and “Facebooked” pictures of some styles. We immediately fell in love with one and Maria said she would negotiate a better price for us!! She did a great job and got a matching table and chairs for free! It is customary to sell “sets” like this in Italy.

Most kitchens are modular (think Ikea) and you can buy different configurations to fit your needs. The configurations include sinks, stoves, ovens, refrigerators and dishwashers (if desired). George and I decided against a dishwasher. We were going to have a 10 foot kitchen and did not want to sacrifice the extra cabinet space. Also, we were only planning to have tableware for 4, so we would never fill a dishwasher before we would need the dishes for the next meal. After all, the whole point of Italy for us was to go back to a simpler time – not to buy extra sets of dishes so we could store the dirty ones in the dishwasher until the full load was ready to run! The excesses of our Big Fat American Lives were really beginning to sink in  as we planned what we would need and how we would furnish Villa Velina.

While there in the summer with her family, Maria also arranged for and oversaw the installation of our kitchen. We wired the funds to Mobili Oranges just prior to installation. We learned that Mobili Oranges also sold other furniture, so we inquired about a bed. Once again, Maria came to the rescue and chose a (very comfortable) bed. This was the last item we couldn’t do without for our first visit. Mobili actually delivered the bed before receiving payment for it!! When would that ever happen here? They simply trusted us to wire the funds, as we had for the cucina.

Maria’s husband, Alessandro also helped us tremendously. For example, the oven came with a cord that needed to be hard-wired, and there was a plug there. This is just a small detail that Alessandro corrected for us. We truly couldn’t have done it without them!

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Post Honeymoon Blues – or Italia-itis

I can’t even begin to describe the culture shock we encountered as we de-planed in Philadelphia after our “Big Fat Italian Honeymoon”. I know it may sound ridiculous, but I believe that we’re in very good company. There seem to be many people who have fallen hard for Italy after a visit. After my first visit to Rome with side trips to Orvieto, Naples and Pompeii, I definitely wanted more. But nothing could have prepared me for the feelings I had post-Capri, Sorrento, Positano, Amalfi, Ravello, and especially Casalvelino.

It was early June when we returned state-side and we literally thought and talked about all things Italia constantly. Sometimes we would just sit around the house on a beautiful summer day and wonder aloud “why did we come back here??” We kept looking at our photos on our big screen tv and the nearly life-size views made us (almost) feel like we were still there. We would look at our Villa Velina keys. There would be tears in our eyes. . .

I am sure I owe many friends and relatives an apology for talking about Italy too much, or practicing my fledgling Italian on them, leaving them with no idea of what I was saying. To all of you who fall into this category, I blame Italia-itis for this. I had no control, I could not help myself, my mind was taken over by a country in which I am considered a straniero (foreigner). Italia-itis is not just a passing illness, but rather a malady; a disorder of the brain that is chronic or deep-seated. Once contracted, it can only be kept at bay by talking about, thinking of or traveling to Italy.

So, my apologies, but as you can see Italia-itis makes me do it!

Planes, Cars, Ferries and Buying Villa Velina

Continuing from The Big Decision . . .

So, we did it! On May 25th, 2013, we tied the knot! Of course our wedding reception was Italian-themed. I’m sure if all of our friends and relatives could have made the trip to Italy, we would have had a destination wedding. But the the day just wouldn’t have been complete without everyone.

Before we knew it, we were on our way to catch our flight to Rome to begin our two week Southern Italian honeymoon. As we cleared customs and were reunited with our luggage, we instantly spotted our driver holding a sign with our name. Antonio took us just across the road to his Mercedes (illegally parked, of course) and whisked us down the autostrada to the Naples ferry port and our hydrofoil to Capri.

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We had much anticipation as we embarked on the official beginning of our honeymoon. As the hydrofoil departed, George and I reflected on our fun wedding and quickly turned to the events ahead of us: three magical nights in Capri, followed by two in Sorrento and a week in Positano. While in Positano, we had a little business to take care of – we needed to open a bank account at Banco di Napoli. Property Organizers had made arrangements with the local branch so we could conveniently handle this while in Positano. Property Organizers had already secured a Codice Fiscale for each of us, so securing an Italian bank account so we could transfer our money in to cover the purchase, was the last detail left. Oh, did I forget the most important thing? The other piece of business while in Positano was to meet our realtor and travel down to actually physically see Villa Velina, a detail most normal (normale) people would have handled before (prima) sending all those Euros for a deposit.

Our time in Italy felt leisurely. The Monday after arriving in Positano, we made it a priority to get to the Banco to get our account opened. Our contact there was Paolo and he immediately greeted us and invited us into his office. Once in, we could see he had a stack of account-opening documents in front of him. We exchanged greetings and small talk and Paolo asked us about the location of the property we were buying. We replied that it was in the Caselvelino area, about 1.5 hours to the south. Paolo began to shuffle the papers nervously and asked us why we were opening the account in Positano, rather than closer to where our home would be. He spoke very good English. We explained that Property Organizers had arranged for this in Positano for our convenience because we were on our honeymoon. Paolo then continued to play with the papers and looked up at us and said “I have never opened an account for people who do not live in Positano and I don’t feel comfortable doing this”. We tried everything, including getting Property Organizers involved, but Paolo wouldn’t budge. This was a huge concern, because we had to get the funds transferred in time to clear and be available for settlement and we understood in Italy even though you may wire-transfer, it could take a couple of days to be recognized by the bank. Once the funds were available, we had to go back and get the equivalent of a cashiers check for settlement! (How we managed to get the funds in cyberspace awaiting the opening of the Italian account is a topic for another story)

So, Property Organizers came up with Plan B. When Luisa picked us up on Wednesday, we would go first to the branch in Agropoli (a town one hour to the south) to open the account. We realized we were going to be cutting this close. Wednesday came quickly and we had the pleasure of meeting Luisa and driving down the remainder of the incredible Amalfi Coast for the first time as we traveled first to the bank and then to Villa Velina.

We arrived in Agropoli at 1:30 pm, excited to be finally getting this done and found the doors of the Banco locked! “Oh, no”, I thought, “this is siesta”. This did not fluster Luisa, she just pounded on the door until someone came and opened it for us! We were taken upstairs and met with our banker, who spoke only Italian. Fortunately, we were there with Luisa. The account got opened, the funds got transferred and we crossed our fingers that on either Thursday or Friday the funds would be available when we went back to the Positano branch to get the checks for settlement.

Now, on to Villa Velina! As we neared the area, it became clear that we were not quite in the right location, so Luisa called the owner’s son and he agreed to meet us at a gas station. We followed him up the hill to the property and there it was gleaming in the sunshine with views and interior exactly as expected and yet better.

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After taking all of the requisite photos, Luisa drove us down to the nearby beach town that we could see from our balcony and we had lunch and gelato as we walked the beach promenade. As we drove out of town, there Villa Velina was glowing in the sun on the hillside across the valley! The only thing that could have made it better was a rainbow!

Back in Positano for Thursday, we enjoyed our last two days so much – we really could live there. Below is a picture of me on our balcony and one of our many shots of this Bella Città!

On Friday, we successfully extracted our funds for settlement, on Saturday we traveled up to Rome and met up with Luisa to go to settlement. All went smoothly.  After settlement, we went out for caffè with our wonderful new friends.

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When we hopped on the flight home the next morning with Italian house keys in our hands, I can’t begin to express how wrong that felt. Shouldn’t we be staying????  We must be certainly crazy . . .siamo certamente pazzo!