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Thursday
May202010

Lake Como- An inside look at Italy's Hidden Gem

  By- John Spada

Lake Como has a reputation for being expensive, which it is, if you stay in Como. There are two youth hostels on the entire lake, and the other is in Menaggio, way up on the northern end of the lake. Menaggio is one of the cheaper places I've been, and the hostel is a beacon of youth and energy in the town. The most enjoyable way to get from town to town (Bellagio, Como, Lecco, Etc.) is by ferry. I found myself on all my ferry rides being the only one under 45, which spawned refreshing conversations and unveiled new perspectives.

Lake Como Fun Fact: A lot of local eateries put wild boar on the menu under local cuisine, but it isn't. Wild boar were brought in by local hunters for sport, and now populations have grown out of control because they have no natural predators in the area. Local farmers are having huge issues with them ruining crops. How did I find this out? The answer comes later.

 
When I got into Menaggio the first person I met was Jason, a very skilled cyclist from Canada. I was quite excited because I have been searching for a place to do some cycling this entire trip. He had been packing his bike around with him, and I went down to Como and rented one for the three days I would be in Menaggio. Everyday we would spend five or more hours on our bikes exploring the local area, from Lake Como, to Lagano, up through the southern Swiss border, and back down around the lake. It was an incredible way to see the country side, and a perfect change of pace after I had been in Rome for a week.
Now to explain my inside information about boars.

First some back story on the hostel. The hostel was started up in the early 80's, and they welcomed all travelers, but weren't keen on tourists. This means no big groups, or people that are going to just hang out at the hostel all day. It was started by a man named Tiziano and his wife Paola. Tiziano is a wonderful cook, and would make amazing meals for all of the guests every night, for a very cheap price. The hostel had a warm cozy feel with wooden walls, a huge open fire place, and a grand piano in the corner.

Photo credit- ezioman

Tiziano would talk to each one of the guests personally over meals and such, and as he explained it "They were a name and a person, not just a number". After his reputation grew (Rick Steves was the first to put him in a guidebook), people would come from all around the world for the beauty of the lake, but also for the amazing food. After some legal changes and some sort of fall out with the local governing bodies, Tiziano was ousted a few years back and the hostel lost its heart and soul. It is still an amazing place to stay, but more because of the area, rather than the hostel itself. The fireplace is gone, the walls were replaced with the stale white walls you see in doctors offices, and the piano is gone. Fabio, who was the 100th guest ever at the hostel, took over after the fallout, and is attempting to recover the vibe that he remembers from long ago, but as you can imagine its easier said than done.

On my last night there, Jason who has been a cook for eight years, and Aubrey who has worked at the hostel for eight months, were given an invitation by Tiziano to the restaurant he opened a few miles down the road, post-fallout. As we had all been hanging out for a few days, I was extended an invitation as well. We went to Tiziano's place around seven, and were immediately invited into the kitchen to chat and help as he prepared the meal. He explained his philosophy, which he explained as "Non-Democratic Cuisine". Tiziano has a set menu for only a week at a time, and every Sunday comes up with a new menu for the coming week.

There are a few "theme" days involved; Tuesday is the lake menu, Sunday is grandma's menu, Thursday is the garden (vegetarian) menu. Tiziano uses all local ingrediants, and cooks everything from scratch. He runs the restaurant downstairs with only 25 plates per night, while his wife runs the 16 person bed and breakfast upstairs. Because its the off season, we were the only people in the place, and got a full explanation behind all of the food. Our night had a chestnut theme. It was the best meal I've had in my life. I'm finding it hard to properly convey how great it was, but he charged us each 30 euro for a four course meal with a new wine to match every course. He would bring out the plates, sit and chat for fifteen minutes about the inspiration and logic behind the dish, and then return to the kitchen to get the next course ready.

He would explain everything from why the pasta had a certain name, to the bit about wild boars, to the reason food was used in certain regions, to the fact that he liked to explore poorer regions of Italy for new ingredients because they truly got the most out of what was available. It was an incredible meal topped off with homemade grappa and an explanation of the progression of his cooking career. One of the best ways to sum it up is to say that he is all about quality over quantity. Below is the menu from our chestnut themed meal.

Chestnut Warm Salad
Chestnut Tagliatelle with Lard and Leek
Veal Stew with Chestnut
Chestnut Cream and Chocolate Sauce

The decor of the restaurant was that of an old mans library with a warm feel, and old Italian cook books packed into shelves all around. A classical guitar on the table, and a fireplace in the corner.

An amazing experience that was exactly the type of thing that can only be lived by opening ones mind and saying yes to invitations that arise while on the open road.

 

Sunday
May162010

A Survival Guide for Amsterdam, Bring your wallet!

 

By- John Spada

 Photo Credit o palsson

Think Vegas, but set in a medium sized European canal city. Subtract all of the venue shows, but add a whole lot of sex and marijuana, and a dash of mushrooms, and you have an idea of Amsterdam.

Fun Fact:                                                                                                                                    In Amsterdam hostels, snoring is a large issue because 85% of your roommates have extremely bad cotton-mouth.

Das:
We met Das at a coffee shop called the basement. The shop has a very cool vibe, and during our time there played a bunch of American rap remixes that were perfect for the environment. Das grew up in India, then relocated to the UK, and finally now is living in Amsterdam. Das has a medical marijuana license, and for those of you not in the know, medical grade drugs tend to be of a higher quality then regular stuff. Then you have hash, which is a resin type substance, that has a higher THC content than normal marijuana. Das had medical grade hash, and was more than willing to share during our pleasant half hour conversation. He was an extremely nice guy and, needless to say, after we left the basement coffee shop we were all quite stoned. By the time we got out of there, it was around midnight and we decided to head back to the hostel.



John the Regular:
So with our heads swimming and our eyes bloodshot, we returned to the hostel to find our dorm had nine people, with only eight beds. When you check in, you receive a card with your room number and bunk number, so my natural inclination was, "Everyone show your card for your bunk, if we all have one, I will go ask the manager what to do". Everyone in the room was close to our age and in a similar backpacking situation, except John the Regular. Every person in the room except for JtR held up their cards. We proceeded to ask JtR, do you have a reservation? Do you have a bunk? A card? Don't you think as the 46 year old (admitted pervert), you should maybe move?

How to identify the guy trying to squat in your hostel dorm:
1. John would essentially only say three things, I assume because he was a bad liar, and really didn't want to double back on one of his lies.
"I'm John, I'm a regular"
"I'm here until the 30th"
"I've been in a couple popular American movies, such as independence day"
"I'm not here for the weed, I just like the offbeat sex stuff"
2. You must have a card to get by reception, so the guy that comes into the room around noon, and fails to leave for the rest of the day is probably a squatter.
3. He has an outright creepy demeanor, and admits he's a pervert.

So after attempting to get John the Regular to move without having management intervene, we were unsuccessful, and I had to unleash the Canadian bulldog known as Sheldon. Sheldon was one of our traveling partners from Paris, and he's the type that you send to talk to management, because he refuses to take any solution but the one he desires. The manager came to the room, went through the same card process as before, and established the same results. The managers first solution was that I would move to a new room, as I was the last one to return to the room, and was therefore without a bunk. We explained the situation once more to the manager, and in the end John the Regular was moved. It was a very sketchy situation.

Photo Credit Comunicati

How to identify the guy you should follow to the coffee shops:
When you check in around four, he is the American guy still napping in his bunk. This was Bryan, from St. Louis. Another extremely nice, good natured guy, who had an in depth knowledge of which shops were the best, and how to hit some of the crazy bongs that became available. He was our guide in Amsterdam while we became aquanted with the area.

Overall a very enjoyable city, but it also presents a high risk situation for spending a lot of money, as Marcus (aussie friend) did when he became intrigued with some of the more sexual aspects of the town.