We started the day with a visit to the spectacular Mercato Ortygia, the large local farmers' and fishermans' market just a few blocks from where we stayed.

What an experience! We saw such fish! Here's a swordfish seller's counter. He'd cut the fish here, either to order or to restock the ice-covered counter in the front of the stall.

There were also two kinds of shrimp, several varieties of clams, octopus and squid, and many fin-fish including a very long silvery monster called a spatula. 

There were flies, of course, but the fish was clearly fresh and well-kept. There's plenty of competition at the market.  

And the produce was beautiful, with figs as big as my fist. Here is a basket of bright yellow-orange zucchini blossoms. We saw zucchini blossoms on many menus, sometimes stuffed and usually deep-fried as large fritters.

Considering how many zucchini we see in New England in the late summertime, I'm surprised that we so seldom see the blossoms. 

In the morning we took the ferry across the Strait of Messina to Sicily. It was a Sunday, the first of July. The ferry ride was quick and uneventful. Buying tickets and boarding was not so hard to figure out, and the whole thing unfolded as expected. The ferry cost €38 for the car and three passengers.

A note that I cannot resist: Long-time readers know that I am a fan of train travel. The island of Sicily has train service to and from the mainland. This works via a very long, skinny train-ferry. I'm not making this up. Google it and be amazed. I wish we could have taken that or at least seen it, but the car ferry schedule is far from the train ferry schedule, so there was nothing to see of that ferry from our ferry. 

Then we drove a little over two hours down the east coast of Sicily from the chaos of Messina past Taormina and Catania (and Mount Etna on our right) and all the way down to the ancient city of Siracusa.

We escaped Sorrento early enough for a leisurely drive through Basilicata and Calabria along the shin of the Italian boot to Scilla and Reggio de Calabria. It was a cloudy day with rain off and on, hard to get good photos of the gorgeous, rugged scenery. I had originally planned to drive along the coast, but I read that it is marred by lots of tacky new-construction hotels and condos for summering Italians, so we opted to stay on the highway and spend the time in Scilla. It was a good choice. 

Scilla (pronounced SHILL-a) is an ancient fishing village dominated by the great castle-crowned promontory of Scylla, one half of the twin terrors faced by brave Ulysses as he passed through the Strait of Messina: Scylla and Charybdis. These days it is economically dominated by the swordfish fishery. Chianalea, the fishing port at the base of the hill, is where the local fishermen set out in custom-made boats for swordfish and tuna (the great sea-predators) at the mouth of the Strait of Messina and return with impeccably fresh fish each day! 

The Hotel Soleluna is a lovely place out of the busy throughfare in Piano di Sorrento but with easy access to its more famous sister Sorrento. More important, it has easy access to an excellent restaurant and it had a really good breakfast in the morning. But it didn't take us long to head into Sorrento! I think until you have been to Sorrento, you can't understand why the song Torna a Surriento has meaning to so many people. 

We were staying at the swanky Grand Hotel de la Ville, one of the finest hotels in Sorrento. Two nights for three of us cost over $1000! It has valet parking and a laundry service, and it's a short walk through a lemon grove (owned by a limoncello maker) to the downtown shopping district - three practical benefits that we required. It also has creature comforts: a rooftop pool with an unparalleled view, a fancy restaurant and a garden restaurant, and a whole separate vegetarian menu. But they botched our fine dinner. What might have been a sublime experience was another exercise in mediocrity. We'll get to that at the end of the first day's adventures.

We left Orvieto as early as we could, with help from our host to retrieve Giulia from the parcheggio on the side of the hill. Thus began an eventful and mundane odyssey through the agricultural countryside of Umbria, Tuscany, and Lazio. 

The farm country of central Italy is not so different from our own, except we saw no pickup trucks. The tractors and outbuildings are similar; the livestock is similar; the fields look more like New England and upstate New York farm country than like the Irish frms that we saw in 2016. 

We proceeded westward to the thermal baths at Saturnia, where Jupiter once hurled his thunderbolts at Saturn, and missed, creating a geological marvel. The water is about body temperature, which is a somewhat unsettling experience out in nature.

There's an expensive spa and golf club near here, but you can visit the Cascati for free. Parking is pretty random, but everyone was good-natured and it worked out without damage or bloodshed. There's a snack bar with frozen ice cream novelties and a 3-minute pizza machine that we did not bother to explore. The public rest rooms were busy but clean.

We had left Tuscany for the charming and ancient central hill-towns of Italy, in our case Orvieto, which had utterly captured our hearts in 2015.

It was luck that brought us there that first time. Having had too much fun in Tuscany, we were not going to get to the Tivoli Gardens in time. As we approached Orvieto, I recalled reading about it, and I remembered its wine. That was a good enough excuse to make the turn into an unexpected wonderland. We changed our later plans to return en route to Genoa instead of taking the coastal route, so this was our third visit to Orvieto. 

After that extraordinary dinner at Tar-Tufo in Siena, we arrived pretty late in Orvieto. We wound our way up the hill until we were near the grand piazza near the imposing Duomo. That's where we were stopped by two carabinieri (like State Police, but friendlier and more heavily armed) at the dreaded ZTL.

We had tried to visit Siena on our last visit in 2015, but it was too complicated. On this visit we made it a priority, and I am so glad we did!  We had many foodie discoveries and discoveries of a purely sublime "you'll never see this again" tourist nature, but it also answered a deep foodie question that I desperately wanted to get to the bottom of.

All of the many marvels notwithstanding, for Siena my foodie high point was the nonpareil dinner at Tar-Tufo, where I finally sampled an authentic, local, expensive Bistecca alla Fiorentina. But let's get to Siena and explore those other marvels first. If you ever expect to rent a car in Italy, this is where you can benefit from my experience.

Today was even more eventful than yesterday, for two reasons: I learned certain invaluable information about the legendary bistecca al fiorentino, and I discovered a rare Florentine peasant food that I may have read about once and forgotten, and stumbled upon by sheer fortune!

Lorna and Melissa went to the Galleria dell'Accademia to see Michelangelo's famous David, and then they shopped for hours  and hours in that true shoppers paradise. That gave me the freedom to pursue my own long-awaited foodie adventures.

But before that, we have to get out of Venice, sample more train travel, and arrive in a strange space in Florence (where, honestly, all spaces are strange), and finally deal with a European car rental.

We took a water taxi from the Hotel Colombina to the train station. I've never arrived at a train station by boat before!

We started our Italian Foodie 2018 adventure in Venice, in the northeastern corner of the boot. You can see an overview and a map of the trip in the page above this one, just follow that Italian Foodie 2018 link above, or click the Up botton at the bottom of this story.

On Saturday, 23 June 2018, we flew from Dublin to Venice, and en route we saw amazing views of the Alps. I recommend a daytime flight and a window seat!

The Marco Polo Airport is like lots of other airports, except that you have to take a boat to the city. You have some options, of which the most expensive and the best is a private water taxi. Here's why: There were three of us, so it would have cost €45 plus an extra €3 x 3 fee for our bags that had been checked for the flight (you get a free carry-on). The private water taxi cost €109 with no extra fees, so the water taxi cost us an extra €55. What did we get for paying the premium?

Fans of old-style fancy European cuisine are familar with the spiny lobster, but I was surprised to see another European cousin of our favorite New England crustacean while in Sorrento in 2018.

We had it as the highlight of a very fancy, expensive seafood dinner in Sorrento. Our goal was to compare and contrast the European Lobster (Homarus gammarus) with our American Lobster (Homarus americanus) with an eye to how well recipes for the one can substitute the other.

In Sorrento anyway, the European lobster is called the blue lobster. This is confusing for us because of the celebrity gained by the bright blue mutant lobsters occasionally caught off the New England coast. The European "blue" lobster is very deep blue, so much so as to look black. It cooks up red like an American lobster.

In Italian cuisine, the spiny lobster is the aragosta and this lobster is astice.