Friday, August 03, 2007

Praiano: The New Steinbeck Italian Eden

The ANNOTICO Report

 

John Steinbeck, penned an essay about Positano, Italy, in 1953 in which he said ``always when you find a place as beautiful as Positano, your impulse is to conceal it.

''You think, if I tell, it will be crowded with tourists and they will ruin it, turn it into a honky-tonk and then the local people will get touristy and there's your lovely place gone to hell,''

53 years later, Positano hasn't gone to hell, and is still beautiful, but it is far more crowded with honky-tonks, and the town is very touristy.

But just six miles east he would find Praiano, very much like the beautiful, peaceful Positano that he loved.

While visiting these villages perched what appears to be so inconveniently on a cliff edge, keep in mind that, until about 500 A.D., the Pax Romana made the Mediterranean safe for the Roman Empire's inhabitants. The Roman navy and legions protected this area, and the villages were mostly located at the water's edge, where the primary livelihood was fishing.

But the dark ages that followed the fall of Rome forced the relocation of the villages high on the cliffs to isolate them from raiders, and it's well worth walking, driving or riding a local bus to the highest streets of the towns for spectacular views of land and sea.  It also can mean that many places, including restaurants and hotels, are located at the top or bottom of several flights of very steep steps and hills. So people who have problems walking must keep that in mind when making reservations.

 

John Steinbeck's Italian Eden has Moved East, to Praiano

Miami Herald

From the Detroit Freee Press

By Eric  Sharp

Friday , August 3, 2007

 

PRAIANO, Italy -- Proving that even very smart people can get things wrong, John Steinbeck, one of my favorite writers, penned an essay about Positano, Italy, in 1953 in which he said ``always when you find a place as beautiful as Positano, your impulse is to conceal it.

''You think, if I tell, it will be crowded with tourists and they will ruin it, turn it into a honky-tonk and then the local people will get touristy and there's your lovely place gone to hell,'' he said. ``There isn't the slightest chance of this in Positano. In the first place there is no room. There are about two thousand inhabitants in Positano and there is room for about five hundred visitors, no more.''

Steinbeck probably would be saddened if he could see the changes that 53 years have wrought on the Sorrento Peninsula. Positano is still beautiful, but it is far more crowded, and while the honky-tonks sell designer fashions, the town is very touristy.

But if Steinbeck traveled six miles east along the spectacular cliff road to Praiano, he'd find it much like the beautiful, peaceful Positano that he loved.

During an October visit, we stayed in Praiano at Laconda Costa Diva, a 14-room hotel created from an ancient coastal home nestled in a lemon grove on a cliff above the Mediterranean. Each room has a terrace with spectacular view.

The Sorrento Peninsula enjoys a climate much like coastal Georgia, and the hotel terraces in October were a riot of lemon and olive trees, grape vines, bougainvillea, hibiscus and other subtropical and tropical flowers.

One day we visited Capri, the famed island 10 miles off the tip of the peninsula, first riding 15 minutes in a 21-foot open boat from Praiano to Positano, where we caught a large ferry for the 30-minute crossing.

As we cruised along close to the cliffs of the mainland, we were always in sight of ancient, fortified towers that dot the coast. It became obvious that the medieval inhabitants of the peninsula had built a tower at every cove and inlet where raiders could land; the towers were close enough to each other that signal fires would quickly relay a warning to villages many miles away.

Until about 500 A.D., the Pax Romana made the Mediterranean safe for the Roman Empire's inhabitants. The Roman navy and legions protected this area, and the villages were mostly located at the water's edge, where the primary livelihood was fishing.

But the dark ages that followed the fall of Rome forced the relocation of the villages high on the cliffs to isolate them from raiders, and it's well worth walking, driving or riding a local bus to the highest streets of the towns for spectacular views of land and sea.

It also can mean that many places, including restaurants and hotels, are located at the top or bottom of several flights of very steep steps and hills. So people who have problems walking must keep that in mind when making reservations.

The peninsula also is laced with excellent hiking trails, mostly in the hills that rise more than 4,000 feet behind the towns. My wife, Susan, and I did a six-mile hike on a trail around Praia Gorge where the backcountry scenery was wonderful, offering views of impossibly terraced hillsides, isolated farmsteads, tiny mountain villages and Homer's ''wine dark sea'' gleaming far below.

The Sorrento Peninsula juts 40 miles into the Tyrrhenian Sea a few miles south of Naples. For centuries, it has been a summer and winter resort for well-to-do Italians. The English upper crust discovered it about 200 years ago, and Americans began showing up in the 20th century.

The southern side of the Peninsula is the Amalfi Coast, named for its biggest town, and it enjoys the warmest weather, the most spectacular views and the quaintest villages.

We traveled in a rental car, but if you've been put off by stories about ''those crazy Italian drivers,'' most of which are probably true, there is an excellent and inexpensive bus system that will take you anywhere in the area.

Amalfi gained fame as a playground for the wealthy, and there are still plenty of five-star resorts to pamper the rich. But with its streets lined with shops selling the same T-shirts, leather goods, ceramics, limoncello liqueur and women's clothing, today's Amalfi reminded me of an up-market Myrtle Beach, S.C., albeit with better scenery and food.

We did celebrate Susan's 60th birthday at a delightful, elegant restaurant in Amalfi, da Gemma, where diners sat at tables on a second-story terrace that seemed to float like an island of serenity above the bustle and noise of the street below.

Another great day trip from Praiano was to the excavated ruins of Pompeii, only 40 miles but nearly 90 minutes away on the crowded, winding roads.

Walking its streets gave a sense of what life must have been like before that Aug. 24 in 79 A.D. when Mt. Vesuvius, hulking ominously on the horizon, erupted and buried Pompeii and most of its inhabitants under 30 feet of super-hot ash.

Most surprising was Pompeii's size. The area excavated so far is about a mile long and a half-mile wide.

Some of the standing villas still have colorful paintings on their walls, reflecting owners whose taste ranged from excellent to abominable. Interestingly, the only building where people were lined up to get in was the ancient brothel, whose pornographic wall paintings are favorites with modern photographers.

Leaning on a 2,000-year-old storefront snack bar, where pots of hot food fitted into holes in the counters and served Pompeiians too busy to go home for lunch, it was evident that despite our technological advances, we're not much different than the people who walked these streets in the time of the Caesars.

Pizza is a staple everywhere in Italy, and La Brace Restaurant in Praiano served a wonderful pie the likes of which is rarely seen in the United States. Like most Italian restaurants, it's pricier than most American pizza palaces. A couple of big salads, a large pizza and a good bottle of a local aglianco red wine cost about $60 for two.

Restaurant meals throughout Europe are expensive compared to the United States, but the quality tends to be several cuts above what you'd get in most restaurants at home. Fresh ingredients, ingenious combinations of those ingredients and good service are the norm, and bad restaurants don't survive in Italy because the locals expect very high quality and won't tolerate anything less.

When we visited the Amalfi Coast, the fall shoulder season, most of the three- and four-star hotels I checked on the Internet had rooms available for $100-$150 a night. But it's possible to travel a lot cheaper than that.

Susan and I stopped at a grocery and, for less than $10, bought the makings of two picnic lunches, including ham, a great local cheese, bread (always good here), wonderful tasty tomatoes and local red wine.

And, by the way, while many great Italian wines are available in the restaurants for $10 or so, the grocery store wine at $2.50 was very drinkable.

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