Last Thursday marked l’arrivare de la delegazione di
The other half of the Brooklyn delegation, le simpatizzanto della destra (let’s just say that he never ordered a “Yes We Can” bumper sticker to replace the unpopular one currently affixed to his sedan), landed on the Arenzano platform past Trofie Wife’s bedtime. Martello and le piccolo messicano went to pick him up and then proceeded to burn the oil with the social lubricants in the house while Trofie Wife snoozed.
I raggazi slept in that next morning but we spent the post-siesta afternoon in
While the Reale sits on one of the main Genovese drags, across from the University (which the original inhabitants graciously funded), the Spinola is obscured on a side street. It endured significant Allied bombing during WWII and was mostly restored. It’s definitely darker and has more stories than the Reale. At its apex is a lovely, yet narrow, rooftop with panoramic views of the city. For a virtual tour, visit http://www.palazzospinola.it/English/visitavirtuale.htm. One strange note: Touring both of these mansions requires moving from room to room with a group at an appointed time. The guide nudges you forward, so there isn’t much time to linger on a particular piece of artwork or furniture (this was especially true at the Spinola, though to be fair, we were the second-to-last group of the day).
Following our time travels to the days of the doges, we hopped a train back to Arenzano and met Martello at home. The boys (well, two out of the three) made pizza using refrigerated dough and fresh toppings. It was quite tasty, though it included a bit too much hot pepper for Trofie Wife’s taste. Yet again, i ragazzi stayed up late to imbibe (though at a reasonable rate, I am ensured; given my own lack of a tolerance level, my definition of “reasonable” is way off from the supposedly acceptable norm) while I trotted off to dreamland. Thankfully, no one knocked on our door to complain about the noise…
Baci e gelato,
Martello e Trofie Wife