Monday, December 20, 2010

Ho Ho Hah Hah Hah

I could write for hours about the Breakfast with Santa we went to yesterday. Although after viewing the pictures, I decided that a picture really is worth a thousand words. 


Every time I see this picture I experience a roll on the floor, eye watering, belly aching laughter.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Christmas Alley

Christmas in Naples would be incomplete without a trip to the famed Christmas Alley. I begged Chief to take me to Christmas Alley, but in reality I was going with or without him. We were forewarned by many that navigating the narrow alley in downtown Naples this time of year was an "at your own risk" adventure. Naturally this talk only piqued my interest and longing to go even more!

In order to get to Christmas Alley one must traverse Spaccanapoli, the main artery of downtown Naples. Spaccanapoli literally means "split Naples", and is filled with history. Walking the exact same cobblestones the ancient Greeks and Romans travelled on is eye opening. When visiting Naples, Spaccanapoli is not to be missed. It certainly isn't the most beautiful part of the city, but it does have the most personality. 

Inevitably the colorful characters that inhabit or work on the ancient alley are an entertaining art form in their own right; from the immigrants hawking Louis Vuittons to the man trying to make a buck euro or two on his unicycle. No sight is uninteresting!


It is evident before the entrance to Christmas Alley that Italians decorate for Christmas very similar to Americans. Wreaths and ornaments adorn store fronts, and bakers sell fresh struffoli (a Neapolitan Christmas treat). 


Christmas Alley (officially called Via San Gregorio Armeno) runs perpendicular to Spaccanapoli, and has pretty much anything to suit your Christmas decorating needs. 



Most Neapolitans come to Christmas Alley specifically seeking items for their Presepe (nativity scene), which is by far the most important and central piece of Christmas decor in a Neapolitan house. The Neapolitan Precepe is very large, and made of papier mâché and then covered with bark, moss, and cork to give it a rustic look.  
The man on the left can serve as a scale. The precepes are BIG
Of course the traditional Nativity with Mary, Joseph, the Three Wise Men, and the Archangel are the most important part of the Neapolitan Presepe. In Italy Baby Jesus is NEVER placed into the Precepe until Christmas Eve. 


Aside from the traditional Nativity scene, Neapolitan families spend years collecting figurines and accessories to fill the rest of their Presepe. Often they will have scenes that are important to Neapolitan life. For example, a Margherita pizza maker! We even saw a Presepe with trash strewn about! Surely a joke, but definitely classic Naples "scenery".



Once again, see little AC's hand for the scale of these miniature Precepe fillers.
Aside from the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker, you will find many important religious, political, and pop culture figures to place in the Presepe. We saw too many football (soccer to you Americans) stars to count, but also Silvio Berlesconi, Michael Jackson, and President Obama are viable choices for the Presepe.


As well as Pope Benedict, and once again Michael Jackson.


Every shop is busting at the seams with hundreds of figurines. For the life of me I can't imagine how the supply and demand of this business works out in the end, but I'm sure they must know what they are doing. After all, Christmas Alley has been going strong since the 1930's



Even though the large Presepi are the most predominantly sold item in Christmas Alley, traditional Nativity scenes can also be found tucked inside seashells or engraved on a grain of rice.


After having a cafe at one of the numerous bars (which are really Italian coffee shops), we decided to warm up in one of the Napoli's many cathedrals. I'm not sure which there are more of in Naples: bars or churches. It would certainly be impossible to see all of the Neapolitan churches and cathedrals in our 3 years here. I think it is safe to say that when in Naples you are never more than a few meters from a church!




Monday, December 13, 2010

A Little Makeover

My dad has always said, "You can put lipstick on a pig, but in the end it's still a pig." He is full of all sorts of wisdom.

I was starting to feel as if this little ole' blog needed a makeover, and by makeover I don't mean 'a little bit of lipstick'. The outward appearance of the blog just wasn't in sync with my inner thoughts and emotions. 

A makeover of this magnitude was far beyond my abilities. So I perused the web, and stumbled upon Julie at Zip.Zog.Zoom. I just love that name! She worked her magic, and...

Wah Lah

Behold the new and very much improved When in Naples!

Friday, December 3, 2010

A Bountiful Harvest

After a string of really disappointing Thanksgivings, I had all but given up on the holiday. Last Thanksgiving as my husband and I popped a frozen pizza in the oven I lamented that I was not meant to celebrate this holiday.

Fast forward one year: in early November I was ready to book a hotel and spend Thanksgiving in Rome. Luckily my wonderful husband leveled with me, and I reluctantly agreed to have a nice Thanksgiving at home. It was, after all, an American tradition I wanted to continue for the sake of our daughter. 

In order to get into the Thanksgiving spirit, Chief downloaded a few dozen Thanksgiving Food Network episodes. The week preceding our feast we would curl up every night after AC went to bed and watch Giada, Paula, Alton, and Bobby teach us how to prepare a scrumptious spread. Alton Brown's turkey brine did not disappoint. Chief and I both agreed that it was the best turkey we had ever eaten (sorry moms)!

I was easily able to channel the Pilgrim/Indian gathering spirit due to the fact that we are reaping our own bountiful harvest in our backyard. Our fruit trees are dropping fruit faster than we can pick it up. At this point our largest fruit yield is our orange trees. We literally have more than we can use. We can't even give these beauties away because everyone else has orange trees too. 



Then there are tangerines. Mmmm.

I was most excited about having a pomegranate tree when we were in the process of moving. Unfortunately one of the movers asked Nathan if he could have some. Well, in Italy that apparently means can I pick your tree clean. We went outside after the movers were gone and discovered the barren tree. Chief claims that I cried when I saw the tree, but honestly I don't remember (PTSD perhaps). This is the only one left. It won't get eaten as it is a runt that refuses to ripen. However it does serve as a symbol of hope for next year!

Our lemons are on the brink of ripeness. Lemons are the official fruit of the Campania region, and very much a symbol of Neapolitan life. 

I am so thankful to have Thanksgiving back in my life!

Ciao for now
 
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