Sardinia is the best donkey
The Italian island of Sardinia (Sardegna) carried out the adventurer in us. Our first stop was in Sassari, a city about 120,000, with a rich history dating back to medieval times. A university town, home of the University of Sassari, with nearly 18,000 students, which opened in May 1562.
Our host, Gianluca, a treasure of traditional Sardinian hotel put us in the Vittorio Emanuele in the center of the old city. As we walked through the center of the city carefully persevered, found cobblestone roads, ancient buildings and streets so narrow I could touch the walls on each side at the same time (although the locals navigate cars, trucks and motorcycles with side mirrors-hidden-in facility). The dialect of the people around us, especially children, it sounded beautiful, like music.
Sassari may seem strange to modern eyes, New World, however, soon discovered that behind the sheet former 21-century comfort. In our hotel, we met with motion sensor lighting, video security, wireless and personal spoke an impressive repertoire of languages, seamlessly moving from guest to guest. Just a passing glance, or if intentional Veronica snoop, doors open houses revealed all the new gadgets. State of the art kitchens with bright, compact devices, LCD widescreen TVs and computers and furniture to die for.
During dinner the first night, the conversation turned to food and customs. Gianluca said that horse and the donkey were "National food" of Sardinia and the people who are not of the island can be found that are difficult to eat. It was meant as a challenge, but for us, the glove had been removed. Since David had tried horses in a previous visit to Italy, it was obvious that we need to eat ass.
The next day we noticed a curious little place called Trattoria shelter gives Peppina in a small square near the hotel. It assenello (little donkey) was one of the menu items the adventurer. Spinal cord, head of lamb, three kinds of snails, various viscera, and crowbars were available, as well as several things he could not decipher, even with our fairly comprehensive dictionary. This was – we'd found our site. The obvious jokes preceded the meal – "That's a nice ass," "Just there's nothing like a good piece of ass, "" How do you like biting …. Well, you get the idea.
We hope for a good sauce can cover your ass, but as we were enjoying our pasta "starter" heard we sound characteristic of the grilled meat. Indeed, the ass went up, all alone on a plate, grilled to perfection. He even went so far, perhaps accidentally, perhaps not, to serve in a way that could be seen as a toilet seat or the head of a human.
Lemon and salt are added as they plucked up courage. The meat was cut, rather tentatively, and the first bite sniffed and inspected. It smelled good, looked good …. Here we go. It's good! No, seriously, it's good. Fully expecting just a bite or two, ate every bit. It's great. So now, best of all, at dinner I could say, "No thanks, I had the ass for lunch."
After lunch it was time for more exploration. Sassari asleep during this part of the day, so we felt like we had the whole place for us but we find the Museo Nazionale Sanna open. The museum has convenient hours and a few houses from the early Stone Age and the Neolithic on the island. Phoenician objects and Carthaginians, such as ceramics and gold jewelry, Roman statues found a handful of coins, belt buckles of brass and a cache of heavy Roman boat anchors pay homage to the seafaring history of sharing space with the Sardinian art collection Giovanni Sanna, whose family built the museum.
Following visit the famous fountain, Fontana di Rosello, created in 1606, which first supplied the aqueduct near the port city of Porto Torres. Later, the citizens of Sassari water swept away in buckets by hand and donkey – assumed before dinner.
At one point during the walk we pass a souvenir shirts Hocking saying "No Mirto, any party." Intrigued, who intervened to ask the owner of Myrtle. With little in common language, we learn through hand signals, and interpretive dance Mirto is a traditional Sardinian liqueur knows harmless, but in half an hour all hell breaks loose. Immediately after returning upon arrival, we began our research. Mirto, find, comes in two varieties, red and white and is made of myrtle plant – red (rossa) is made from berries, White (Bianca) leaves. Nothing about hallucinations. Since we were not sure who to trust – Wikipedia or the type of the souvenir shop (could be been exaggerated just to sell a shirt?) – we feel that more research should be more personal.
We went to the Plaza Italia, home to the only clock in Sassari that told the correct time. Located in the provincial capital building, the Provincia di Sassari. At nightfall, Sassari really alive. The square was filled with outdoor cafes, family outings, adolescents and caresses, as always, the old men sitting on benches, watching.
Located one to outdoor table, decided to start with Mirto Rossa. Very sweet, alcohol 32 per cent, with a new flavor of herbs. We enjoyed some people watching, letting Over time, hoping that the effects of the drink would not be too hard. Still coherent, we decided to share a Mirto Bianca. The flavor of the herbs is Bianca more evident, as the sweetness of the fruit has been removed. Again expect hallucinations. Nothing.
Our study concluded that while Mirto will warm your spirit, it is better not expect a mind-expanding experience, but it can make you want to cry the cry of the premises "Aiooo!"
David and Veronica, GypsyNester.com
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David & Veronica are experiencing the collision of baby boomer with empty nester. They have decided to grab life by the horns, sell the nest and become GypsyNesters.
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