Saturday, June 12, 2010

Giuseppe and Valeria Tie the Knot Sicilian Style!

Congrats to the Newlyweds!

In a grand ceremony at the magnificent Chiesa de Viagrande, Giuseppe Strano and Valeria Gugliermo were married on June 11, 2010. It was a magical affair that fused traditional Catholic traditions with the fun & lighthearted nature of the Catania Elephants in what could only be described as Sicilian.

The Bride arrives via Porsche

Guests gathered in the late afternoon outside the towering 18th century church, flanked by a baroque town square lined with historic buildings and tall trees. There was electricity in the air, matched by both the expressions on family & friend’s faces and in the style of Italians dressed to impress. The air was warm and smelled sweet from thousands of flowers. It was the type of atmosphere that is worth jumping on a plane and flying halfway around the world to experience.

Around 5:30pm, the bride arrived in a vintage orange Porshe. The car pulled up to the curb to the shrieks of the crowd. The bride’s father was at the wheel, and the smile in the passenger seat could only be described as a little girl living out her dream of becoming a princess. Valeria leaped from the car, and her father gave her his arm as he closed her door and led up her up the red carpet to the church door. Everyone leaned in to get a glimpse of the beautiful bride, snapping photos and offering encouragement. It was a whirlwind of excitement. They made their way to the door, where Giuseppe stood waiting – a symbolic moment of passage. I have always loved the way that those two have interacted, and it just seemed so right the moment Giuseppe saw his bride for the first time on that day.


Elephants were excited!

Here comes the Bride

Beautiful old church adorned with flowers

As the crowd rushed into the church behind the bride and her father, the organist began “Here comes the Bride.” Hundreds of family and friends filled in the wooden pews. Valeria was escorted to the front of the church, where the couple took a seat in front of the alter adorned with thousands of white flowers.



The service was very traditional. Vows were passed, rings were exchanged, and the Italian priest delivered a long and from what I could tell, very heart-felt and personal message. I was unable to tell if he encouraged Giuseppe to “Beat the Lions” as one of his first acts of being a husband. There was an interesting quality to the event that differed from American weddings – it seemed that this service had a nice blend of ceremony and yet informality amongst the crowd.




In stark contrast to what was happening in the church, Giuseppe’s “crazy uncle” was stirring up some mischief with the Elephants outside. He had arranged for an impromptu parade to start immediately following the wedding, constructing a seven-foot tall papier-mâché Elephants helmet in the back of an old truck. There was a traditional Sicilian brass band dressed in white t-shirts and jean shorts who had their own flatbed truck to follow the helmet, and he had brought dozens of plastic soccer balls and other easily thrown objects to pelt the newlyweds as they left the church. He had parked these huge vehicles immediately in front of the church, and judging by the chorus of car horns from angry drivers, they were not pleased that the flow of traffic through the village on the one-lane main thoroughfare had ground to a halt. I couldn’t wait to see how this all played out.


Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Strano

Back in the church, the ceremony concluded in brilliant fashion. The couple exchanged their first kiss, and were embraced by family and friends as the ceremony ended. At this point everyone made there way outside. Giuseppe and Valeria took a few pictures, then made their way down the red carpet to the door where everyone waited outside to celebrate. Perhaps ambush is a better word. The moment they made their way out into the evening sun, the band struck up a tune and the crowd burst into applause. Confetti floated above the crowd, and suddenly the Elephants launched an attack of inflatable soccer balls! The air was filled with flying objects, and everyone went wild. I think I saw Valeria take a couple in the face, but her hockey background shrugged it off. Under heavy fire, the newlyweds made their way down the steps of the church, where Giuseppe did an interview for the TV cameras. They were then hoisted into the helmet for the parade, and the Elephants jumped into the back of the truck to lead the way. I hopped inside as well, and captured some video (next blog).


CRAZY!!!

ATTACK!!!

Now on to the real action...


Boys on the Cart

The couple in the back...

Lookout... here we come!

Go Elephants!

Soaking it all in!

After a few laps through the village, we circled back to the church. At this point everyone was laughing and relaxed. Ties were removed from collars and placed on our heads. The whole thing was just so unpredictable, and yet perfectly Sicilian. It was a fun end to an amazing event.


Valeria, Giuseppe, and "Il Senatore" Nino Strano

Davide and son Alessandro, who was born on the same day as my first Catania game

Next? (Sorry, I had to say it)

The old couple

When everyone had dispersed, Giuseppe took the keys to the orange Porsche and drove away with his bride. Two thoughts filled my head – 1) What an interesting and symbolically fitting tribute for the bride to arrive driven by her father, and depart with her new husband; and 2) If Giuseppe and Valeria’s life together is to be anything like this day, then they have an incredible ride ahead!


Into the sunset they ride...

To Mr. and Mrs. Giuseppe Strano, thanks for letting us be a part of your special day!!! We wish you nothing but Love and a life-filled with happiness!

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Our Tour de France

The incredible Mont St. Michel

Hey everyone -

We've had bad internet during this trip (shocker) so I haven't been able to upload the blog as much as I'd like, so instead I've just thrown a few pics up on facebook and now am shooting this update to the world.

Everything is great with us on our own little "Tour de France" - we've had a fabulous trip so far and have been so impressed by this country. The people, food, and culture have all been first class. Rural France had always intrigued me, and it has been very interesting seeing the "real" side of the French people as opposed to the hustle and bustle of Paris and the glitz down in the South of France.

St. Emilion, Bordeaux countryside

Our flight over went smoothly (other than of course our luggage once we got to the budget carrier headed for France.) WHEN WILL WE LEARN! We landed there late on Saturday night and grabbed a hotel. Of course, the hotel we had booked on the internet decided to randomly close on Saturday with no phone number and no one there speaking English, so we audibled and found a decent one on foot with luggage in toe. Sunday we picked up a car and drove 45 minutes out of Bordeaux (the city) to the countryside and found a tiny little village named St. Emilion that came highly recommended. It was heaven... small stone buildings in a valley surrounded by vineyards! We walked the city, tasted free wines, and enjoyed a picnic in the city square before finding our accommodation - a small 18th century farm ran by a nice woman and her husband. It was so incredible, just plopped amongst thousands of acres of vineyards. We relaxed that day and walked through, enjoying what a proper "getaway" should be. That night, we decided to try out French Cuisine and feasted on a ridiculously good (albeit foreign) dinner of eggplant cakes, salmon tartare, fresh trout, roasted duck with sea salt potatoes, and finally Creme Brulee & Chocolate Fondant cake. It really was as good as it could be.

Christie with our lovely host and her dog, Vanilla! We were served a classic French breakfast in the vineyard and enjoyed the sunshine.

Nothing like a purple Vespa

The following day (Monday) we attempted to go wine tasting at a few of the over 860 chateau's in the region, but soon came to find out (after striking out at 5 in row!) that reservations were required. WHERE WERE YOU ON THAT ONE RICK STEVES!!! Can't fault Rick - overall he's been amazing on his recommendations -- so much so that we decided to bolt out of Bordeaux that afternoon, and drove the 300 km up to the Loire Valley where we spent the evening touring a pair of medieval chateaus -- Azey le something and Villandry, which boasts the most ridiculously nice garden I've ever seen.

Late that evening we made our way to the city of Angers (one hour to the west) where we were staying with our friend Aurelie's parents. She is the girlfriend of Swarco Raiders receiver Andi Proeller, and one of Christie's best girlfriends in Austria. They were so accommodating... only they didn't speak a LICK of English. It was so nice of them to let us stay there! However, this meant that even "Hello" in English was beyond them, and we didn't fare much better! It didn't matter, as they were WONDERFUL hosts -- preparing a delicious three-course meal that included a salad comprised of tomato, crab, and egg along with a baked cheese-filled bread. For dessert - in an unlikely yet delicious twist - MORE CHEESE!!! (They said that French people enjoy cheese 365 days per year. Can't argue with that!) We enjoyed all of this while using hand-signals and Christie's French that she hadn't used in years, along with a trusty French-English dictionary and a list of English sentences that Lili had printed out for her parents. Awkward at the time, funny looking back :-) But a serious example of great hospitality - Merci Remi and Paulette!


French for "House"

On Tuesday, we woke up early and headed north to Brittany to catch one of the wonders of the world -- the island of Mont St. Michel. It sticks out into the Bay almost 6 km and is completely surrounded by sand in one of the largest tides in the world. It was breathtaking from afar and made for some incredible pics... however the inside was a touristy nightmare filled with cheap nicknacks and too many stairs. My favorite part was when we walked way out onto the sand to get photos, and upon returning found that the tide had created a large pool that I carried Christie across on my back! Good times! That day we also discovered Rick's two gems in the region, the cobble-stone lined village of Dinan (lunch) and the Castle By the Sea town of St. Malo (dinner). What an incredible day!!!


Villandry gardens - incredible!

Cobbled streets of Dinan, small village in Northern France

Today is Wednesday, our last in France. We had a goal of seeing two more famous Chateau in the Loire Valley on the way to Paris, but in the name of simplicity (and saving a few hours driving) decided to head straight for the City of Light. BIG MISTAKE!!! We arrived to pouring down rain, bad traffic, and our usual disappointment that is Paris. We know we sound completely jaded, spoiled, and snobby, but seriously this city SUCKS for us!!! Ugh... we're laid up now at an internet cafe, where I'm catching up on life (Lakers up 2-1 over the Celts!) Hopefully the weather will clear so we can enjoy the evening... but in the morning we're off to Sicily for nothing but Sun!!! (Oh yeah, a big Sicilian Wedding and the Italian League Semi's too!)

Ciao and Merci,

Jason and Christie

Saturday, June 5, 2010

On the road again...

It's back - the Jump Picture! Christie is pumped here to be entering her home and native land of Canadia.

And they're off.

Jason and Christie's 2010 European Adventure (abbreviated from here on out as JC2K10EA) officially kicked off on Friday as we pulled out of our parking structure in Tacoma, Washington, USA at officially 9:02 am Pacific Standard time. Ahead of us lied thousands of miles, a handful of countries, and numerous once-in-a-lifetime experiences -- but first, a day and a half of travel to get there. This is the gritty part of being a traveler, for despite my love of the open road, I must break positological tradition and admit that getting to Europe is not all poppies and strudel.

Happy to have reached the train station in Manchester.

For us, this road required some fancy footwork as an easy direct connection from Seattle to Bordeaux wasn't available for less than the GDP of Andorra. Therefore, we made a four hour drive north to Vancouver to catch our flight to England, filled with it's own intricacies of a border crossing, dropping a car at a nondescript downtown location, praying that it would still be there upon our return, catching a train to the airport, and braving an airport line-up that harkened back to 1982. All of this went fairly according to plan, except the aforementioned line at Thomas Cook Airlines. Doing things "The Old Fashioned Way" might work for Smith Barney in the financial world and does provide interesting material for commercials, but this is not exactly so in the travel biz. Despite arriving at the airport nearly 3 hours before our flight, this English charter company still required an old school face to face meeting, and so no quick electronic check-in kiosks. It seemed everyone - including the 400 odd English bound passengers - knew to expect this and thus arrived at the airport last Thursday to catch this flight. I do want to go on record that my beautiful wife did tell me this, and two stress-filled hours later we were finally checked in and racing to the gate just moments before take-off. The good news is that this delay meant we were not sitting together and therefore I wouldn't need to hear about it the first three hours of the flight, the bad news is that we had the joy of deciding between Middle Seat Next to Crying Baby and Middle Seat That Doesn't Recline.

Street performers come in the soccer variety in the city that first gave us Beckham, Christiano Ronaldo, and Wayne Rooney. Ironically, Thomas Cook stands quietly in the background.

Upon arrival into Manchester, we had a six hour layover before our next flight to Bordeaux. We quickly dropped off our bags inside the airport and hopped on the train for a fifteen-minute train ride into town. The plan was nothing other than walking aimlessly through the city center, and I was curious to see the town that is home to one of the world's top soccer clubs, Manchester United. There was a Saturday market on, and the city buzzed with people looking through various shops and flower-filled stands.

The colors in this picture are a little to close to the Puyallup Vikings.

Yes, I can take pictures of flowers.

Travel guru Rick Steves advocates traveling like a temporary local. This means ditching your typical American attitudes and hang-ups, and making it a point to try new things and experience culture through the eyes of those that live there. This had me a little worried as I surveyed the folks filling the Manchester Piccadilly Station, who either were quite unfortunately dressed or were auditioning for the role of a Jesse James mistress. The over/under on tattoos per person hovered around 15. I know dressing "euro" is a buzz-word among hip Americans, but perhaps those had never seen the average 17 year old Manchesterite. Yes, we were no longer in Kansas.

Great buildings lead to...

... great squares and people watching galore.

Eventually we made our way down into the heart of town where modern gave way to historic and suddenly there were sunny squares filled with people. This was British culture we were looking for. We decided to cure our jet-lag with some time at Sinclair's Oyster Bar, an historic watering hole dating back to the first Gentleman's Club in Manchester, founded in the 18th century. There was fascinating people watching here! (Note -- be sure to ask before trying a local brew as it might be served warm!)

If it's England than it must be time for a pint.

Happy travels.

We spent the rest of the afternoon admiring the old buildings and people watching, which somehow never gets old in this part of the world.

Look this way!

Cool texture.


A little help here?



Manchester city square

On a sightseeing scale, Manchester was pleasant enough but not worthy of a special stop on any itinerary. Perhaps we're a little jaded having been to Europe consistently over the past few years, but I think the true joy in Europe is found in the small villages or in the few great large cities (Rome, Prague, Berlin, etc.) Four hours in the core was much more than enough, and we hurried back to the airport for our connection to France.

I do want to make the note to fellow Chelsea supporters that I did not go to Old Trafford while in town. Go Blues!

Safely in Bordeaux

There is no hiding what this region is about...

We touched down at sunset in Bordeaux, feeling relatively good for 36 hours of consecutive travel, and excited to now let the real fun begin!

~ J. Twice

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

New Backyard...

I always admire a nice cone.

I've always been an advocate of "being a tourist in your own backyard" -- well, our new backyard in Tacoma is the Museum of Glass. It features the Venetian-style blown glass of acclaimed artist Dale Chihuly, and a signature pyramid on the side of the building. After admiring said pyramid every morning for a month, I finally got off my butt when the light was right to get a stylish pic. So without further ado... the cone.

And in keeping with this Mantra... thought I'd show some of my Euro readers a little video of my hometown, as done by Seattle photographer Charlie Beck. Enjoy!


~ J. Twice





Still SAC...

A lot of people new to the blog might not be hip to all of my lingo, so I thought I'd post a couple updates before we got on the road to bring everyone up to speed. SAC is a concept I developed two years ago and has spread throughout Europe and much of Asia. It has been referenced across pop culture platforms, almost making its way into dozens of Hollywood movies and hit TV shows. And to be perfectly honest, with the growth of smart-phones and everyone's dangerous habit of texting while driving a Vespa one handed while balancing a small child on your lap (sorry - that's maybe only in Catania), SAC is as relevant and perfect today as when I first thought it up. So without further ado, let's start the show! SAC.

SAC: The New LOL

THURSDAY, JANUARY 24, 2008


We all have pet peeves. For some, it's bad drivers. For others (such as my wife), it's chewing with your mouth open, talking too loudly, or being against the socializing of healthcare. Or so I've been told. Oh yeah - one that really ticks me off is showers that have two knobs for water temperature -- hot & cold water knobs -- instead of just one! How many times have you been forced to dance around the slippery shower while getting scalded because you made a mistake on the ratio of hot and cold! But my own personal pet peeve is perhaps a little more far reaching -- touching all members of the growing community of text messengers that span the globe. I'm talking about a little acronym called LOL.

For those of you still "using CD's," "setting your VCR," or "unnecessarily using quotation marks," let me explain (although you do get bonus points for reading a blog.) LOL is an internet / text-message acronym that stands for 'LAUGHING OUT LOUD' and is commonly used as a response to a joke or witty comment. Let me give you an example:

FRIEND1: Yo, whattup?

FRIEND2: Leaving 4 Italy in 3 dayz... cr8zy

FRIEND1: Sweet - eat lots of meatballs

FRIEND2: LOL. Fo' sho'

Now, is the 'meatball' comment witty? Yes. Is it funny? Yes. But is it LAUGH OUT LOUD funny? NO. And that my friends, is where my beef lies.

Comedians - or people like me who just tell lots of jokes - live for that LOL moment. We work for it. We strive for it. We are rewarded by it. Because let's be perfectly honest, it takes a LOT to make someone actually LOL. I'm talking hit-in-the-groin-with-a-ground-ball funny. I'm talking Bambulance or Felching funny. (Please Google both and LOL!) That's LOL... not meatballs. I mean, all it's doing is giving a bunch of mediocre comedians or not funny people a false sense of confidence. There are some very boring people out there that maintain a 58% LOL ratio. In fact -- LOL is the digital equivalent of the adult courtesy laugh (the one all people over the age of 18 give at cocktail parties and office water coolers after any joke/story told, regardless of its merit.)

And thus we come to SAC. SAC simply means SMILING AT COMPUTER. As you read this sentence, you are probably SAC. SAC is what happens 95% of the time – and that's ok. It's good. It preserves the authenticity of the LOL... while at the same time acknowledging the witty-ness of the sender. We all need to use SAC more often.* Here’s a good example:

FRIEND1: Hey thanks for the ride last night

FRIEND2: Don't be silly - it was no prob. What r u doing?

FRIEND1: Just gonna sit around and use Google Maps all day to look at my house, my parents house, and where I work.

FRIEND2: SAC. Holla at me later. And check out the Grand Canyon too.

Please -- do your part. Please help spread SAC worldwide.

KEY POINT: LOL is not a term to be thrown around lightly. When most of you say LOL, you really mean SAC.

And for those of you saying OMG or WTF, I know this chapter had nothing to do with Italy. SAC.

* SAC also applies to phone text messages or books as well... simply because to use different acronyms such as SAP or SAB for each instance is not as LOL. By the way, the 2nd most underrated punctuation mark is the asterisk. It's as under-used as LOL is overused... but don't EVEN get me started on that!

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Sicilian Driving - Some things never change...

Anyone who followed our (mis)adventures through Sicily two years ago will be well aware of the perils of driving on the island.  Simply put, it is not for the meek.  You see, Italians in general like to make their own rules, and driving is no exception. Most Italians consider the traffic light as an insult to their own intelligence and decision making. "Who are you to tell me whether I should go?" I imagine many Italians saying as they approach a red light.  Needless to say, it's fun.

That being said, it is good to know that others share this opinion - and it's always best illustrated by a North American who just can't seem to grasp these non-rules of the road. Two years ago, it was our offensive lineman Brandon "Big Bianco" Bennett, who treated downtown Catania as his own personal demolition derby. By the end of six months, it was easier to count the parts of the car that were dented as opposed to what was still intact. This year, the honor goes to American Head Coach Mel Galli, who in his short time on Sicily has gone through a pair of cars at last count.  Here's the brilliant account of his latest encounter, as told by Mel's friend Larry Murname who happened to be visiting the Elephants for the month of May. 

"LET'S JUST START BY SAYING NO ONE DIED."

After a coaches meeting with the American players at the office of our team owner, Davide, Mel drove Luis and I to practice in our new Peugeot. Luis always gives me the death seat in front, purportedly so he can stretch his legs in the back, but we all know better. The Peugeot replaced the first car Mel wrecked on a trip back from Palermo when he missed about 5 miles of detour and speed limit warnings leading to the highway barrier that wedged itself under the car.

As we passed the Carne di Cavallo shop with a slab of horse ribs displayed on the sidewalk, and Mel once again describing the taste and texture of equineburgers, I could only sigh at the ultimate fate of those majestic, lean, beasts of burden seen trotting along the streets of Sicily with a rickshaw rider in tow. I returned my eyes to my window, only to see a motorcycle with 2 riders heading straight for me, about 10 feet away. In an instant, his bike slammed into my door and his helmet busted our windshield. The girl on the back, not wearing a helmet, began screaming uncontrollably while sitting in the street. A crowd quickly gathered, and I told Mel to call Davide, while others called 911. The riders were comforted where they fell, and I watched and listened in fear of a growing Sicilian lynch mob. 

It quickly became obvious that the motorcycle driver ran a stop sign and struck our vehicle, and Mel had no culpability. (Fortunately, both vehicles had been travelling slowly.) In my medical opinion, as a juris doctor, neither rider appeared to sustain any serious injuries, though paramedics did put a neck brace on each of them before fumbling them onto stretchers and carrying them away in separate ambulances about an hour later. (We passed 2 other downed bikers later in the evening, and we see 1-2 per day on average; so these riders account for a large number of jobs in the emergency services sector.)

Because Mel had been driving without a license (not sure if he just forgot his wallet or ever had a license), which would apparently nullify the rental car insurance, Davide suggested maybe someone else might have been driving when the accident occurred. So, in the presence of about a hundred eye-witnesses, Mel informed me that I had been driving and he had to leave immediately to get to practice. I looked around, and Luis had already gotten the hell out of there, leaving just me, 2 bodies in the street, a wrecked car in the intersection, and a crowd of hostiles speaking gibberish and gesturing wildly. When Davide arrived, he confirmed I had been driving and then found and reviewed the rental car contract. When he determined the car had actually been rented in the name of Gustavo ("Goose"), a young Italian linebacker on the team, he quickly called Goose to advise he hustle to the scene of the accident, as the driver of our car. (Sometimes, you just have to admire Sicilian ways.) Happy to be off the hook, I informed Davide I must be on my way to practice, and left him there to address the police when they arrived. Hopefully, his newly designated driver would be there as well. (None of the bystanders seemed bothered in the least that all 3 people who were in the car had fled the scene.)

The good news is that we had a great practice (except for Goose and Davide), which is important because Milan has a solid team. Afterwards we walked back down the street in time to see the polizia wish Davide and Goose a pleasant evening. Mel and I then rode in the back of the car (the front passenger door no longer operable), and Luis drove us to get a kebab for dinner before seeking medicinal treatment at a new wine bar. Today, we will get a third car, if anyone will sign the rental contract...

Exhibit "A":


Thanks for the great story Larry!  You can read more about his month in Catania on his blog right HERE.

Sicilian Beach Planning

The turquois water of Mondello Beach between Trapani and Palermo - early candidate for our first stop in Sicily!

With our Sicilian vacation fast approaching, there comes the necessary planning phase that is often just as exhilerating as the road itself. There is nothing quite like wondering through the travel section at a cavernous bookstore, glancing from shelf to shelf in gitty anticipation over far off places with exotic sounding names.  While the French portion of our trip has required the most attention, there is always the joy of trying to find a new place on Sicily that we haven't yet explored. 

Now when it comes to Sicily, the first word I think of is BEACH. Obviously being a massive island helps in this classification, however nowhere else on earth have I found such a wide variety of beach types. Sand and Rocks. Calm and Waves. Blue and Blue-er. It cracks me up that almost every beach in Hawaii looks like Hawaii, and every Caribbean beach looks Caribbean. But in Sicily, you can drive five miles down the road and go from Mexico to Australia to Costa Rica to Greece!  It is quite amazing, and something we will sure to partake of completely over our 9 days on the island.

The Aeolian islands in the distance of this northside beach.

The fine white sand of "Fontane Bianche" near Syracusa. Perhaps my vote for best so far.

Cefalu has got the vote for most antique - and personality.

FINALLY, we come to the beach I have recently discovered on a Frommer's Top Five List of Sicilian Beaches - Mondello near Palermo.  George Contreras gave it a thumbs up, and even Claudio conceded that it is nice "when not overcrowded." This is officially going to be our first stop once Ryan Air delivers us to Sicily!

Giddy up.