The paradox of travel blogging is that when you’re writing you’re not travelling, and when you’re travelling you’re not writing. Fitting obligations into the Tetris board of when to do what isn’t as simple as it seems when you fall asleep at your keyboard after a day of discovery. It’s a wonderful problem to have to be sure, but I’m guilty of having turned away from the site after the success of the 4 year anniversary post and in the wide-eyed wonder of discovering Umbria and Orvieto.
It’s the connections that make or break a place, that transform a beautiful scene into a lasting memory. The nodes of interaction and friendship and conversation pull an everyday dinner into the surreal or fantastic, taking a meal and braiding the dishes from the table into everyone’s personal stories. And it’s those connections, too, that last long after you’ve moved on or the meal is over.
I met Jessica from Why Go Italy at a conference in New York and in an instant I knew we’d be friends for the long haul. Within moments we were whispering conspiratorially about Uruguay and the World Cup while we were supposed to be listening to panels about blogging; together we rushed out once the afternoon sessions were over, focused singlehandedly on finding good food for dinner. It’s only fitting, then, that she was the one who connected me with Linda and Steve, unexpectedly my hosts during my first few days in Italy.
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I came to Italy to speak as the closing keynote for the TBU Umbria conference, talking to a few hundred travel bloggers and PR people about curation and building a trusted brand in social media. But with my Thai visa running out on 11 April (and two years of Songkran being sufficient to hold me over for awhile), I left Thailand before its new year and planned to stay with a friend in Rome before the conference began.
Last minute trip to Orvieto
Quite suddenly, she got very ill and was unable to host me. With the more reasonable hostels and guesthouses booked up, I emailed Jessica in a panic, figuring she might have contacts that could help me find a place for the week. Not only did Linda and Steve come through for me, putting me up at their wonderful guesthouse (The Beehive) when they had a last minute cancellation, but they then took me back with them to their home in Orvieto for 3 nights. Orvieto wasn’t on the cards at all – my post-conference trip actually took me elsewhere – and I’m very thankful to have explored it with such great hosts.
It is surreal to go from a tiny room Thailand with street eats for all my meals and all sorts of ingrained cultural norms to the Latin feel of Italy, home cooking and all. Steve and Linda took care of the cooking and then some – fantastic meals of polenta and ratatouille, of risotto and even gluten-free pasta with fresh tomato sauce. All topped with copious amounts of parmigiano. It’s strange, too, to unlearn some of the more careful reactions in social situations. Handing money only with your right hand, bowing down with arm outstretched slightly when walking by someone, wai’ing people to say hello. Without going back to North America, I simultaneously suffered a strange midway reverse culture shock while being exposed to a rash of newness and beauty. Coming from the concrete madness of Bangkok, the fields of bright poppies and colourful graffiti seemed very much out of place. I sat tight in Orvieto, waiting for the calibration to hit.
Adjust I did, and if I could pick a tiny medieval town to begin that process, Orvieto would be it. Moreover, if there were ever two perfect people to house me as I did so, Steve and Linda would fit the bill. They not only run The Beehive from Orvieto, but also their second business, apartment rental site called Cross-Pollinate. They’re from the States but they’ve lived in Italy for a decade, with a sidestep to Bali for 2 intervening years. Partly as a result of what they’ve seen and lived and partly because of their open spirit they – and their three daughters – are worldly and kind, observant and quick to adjust to new places, and interested in connecting with fellow wanderers who love to live life abroad.
Orvieto was their chosen home after the return from Bali, a beautiful medieval town that sits on a volcanic butte overlooking the surrounding Umbrian hills. Their girls go to school right around the corner; the town is small enough that they know it well and can navigate it better than most tour guides. Two of their daughters took me on a small tour with Steve; while he pointed out the surrounding businesses and farms, they played on the grass near the edge of the rock. I can see how it’s an appealing place to raise a family, just an hour outside of Rome by train but a world unto its own.
Orvieto has strong Etruscan roots and was a major centre of Etruscan civilization, flourishing at the beginning of the 6th century BC with an economy based on bronze work and ceramics. It was annexed by the Romans in 264 BC who all but destroyed the town; it then fell to the Lombards in 606. Eventually (and by “eventually” I mean “in 1348”) it came under papal control in after the town was decimated by the plague. The town remained a papal possession until 1860, when it was annexed to unified Italy.
Present-day Orvieto is most known for its beautiful gothic Duomo (construction began in 1290 and ended in 1591) and its porchetta, truffles and Umbrian wine. Not a bad combination. Another popular day trip involves a tour of the underground tunnels that snake their way beneath the stone buildings. Coming from Montreal (with 26km of tunnels to call our own) this makes perfect sense to me. Why not have another way to get around? You never know when above-ground options are just imprudent.
The history of the impressive Duomo is an interesting one. Per Travel Umbria:
It is said that in the 1260s, a skeptical priest who doubted that the bread used in communion was really the body of Christ, passed through Bolsena (a few miles from Orvieto) while on a pilgrimage to Rome. During Mass there, the bread bled, staining a linen cloth. The cloth was apparently then brought to the pope, who just happened to be visiting Orvieto at the time. The pope felt that such a miraculous event required a truly magnificent church, and the Duomo we see today was designed and built.
The centuries of work resulted in an incredibly detailed facade and beautiful stripes, alternating layers of white marble and blue-grey basalt stone.
My three nights there were spent preparing for my keynote at TBU, braiding hair (and getting mine braided in return), teaching their daughters how to do jumping shots and playing games of memory.
We can’t forget the eating.
Sometimes the connections we make take root. This visit was – I thought – purely work-based and yet I found myself introduced head-first into a family of people who have been here for years and still see the newness of each day. It’s an excellent reminder that even when you least expect it sprawling friendships can emerge, crossing time zones and borders and converging at any given moment in this tiny but wide world.
More to come from Umbria!
51 thoughts on “Unexpectedly in Orvieto”
Vivid photos that capture the beauty of the region, its food, and history. Wonderful narrative to go with it. Thanks for a great read. The history of Orvieto fascinates me. Really wish I’d had more than a few hours to explore it properly…it struck me as one of those cities that you can get lost in and fall out of time.
Loved this. Those kinds of connections (to both place and people) while traveling are what I seek and often find elusive. Thanks for the vicarious jaunt to Orvieto.
Thank you Jeff! It sounds vague but I’ve found leaving your mind open and willing to learn from those you meet is the best way to make them. So often I found myself dismissing that learning, when in the end it is one of the more singlehandedly rewarding things that now powers the travels I take. Glad you enjoyed the post!
What beautiful shots; how lovely to have such an intimate experience in Orvieto. Looking forward to more posts about Umbria!
Beautiful, Jodi. Lovely shots of Orvieto, and what a treasure you’ve found in meeting Steve and Linda and their girls.
I love your line, “…it’s those connections, too, that last long after you’ve moved on or the meal is over.” It’s certainly the richness of friendship all the world over that keeps me hungry for more exploration…
Cheers to you and to your journey xx
Thank you Beth (OR IS IT TED? Seriously I need a secret punctuation notifier to delineate). Definitely the connections, and as we’ve all seen even days after the conference, plenty of new people to make them with. Glad we crossed paths and shared some delicious meals ourselves. Safe onward travels!
Wow.. how great is that for you to end up in Orvieto. Stunning photos and cant wait to see your Umbria posts.
What wonderful serendipity here, Jodi. Travel is worthwhile in any case, but unexpected connections like these really enrich the whole experience, don’t they? Wonderful photos, by the way.
It’s true, Gray! And I can’t wait to hear what you think of the place – enjoy your trip to Rome :)
it IS the connections that make a place, and why travelers don’t get that is beyond me. but mostly, i wanted to thank you for those lovely photos to brighten a grey day by our lake, and the jumping shots to make me laugh!
Beautiful photos and beautiful words.
Wow. Fabulous pictures. This looks like a perfect spot to unwind and soak in the culture.
And worst of all, when you do find that time for blogging (I generally enjoyed those moments, and looked at them as built-in opportunities for reflection), what you’re writing is usually about the past, rather than the present.
That’s very true, Justin. I do enjoy the retrospective reflection but at the same time it feels like I’m somehow cheating, as though I ought to be able to write when I am experiencing. Of course, that’s not how it works. I take furious notes and randomly start posts (Ive got dozens in my draft folder, and I find I use them as time goes on) but it’s not as instant as, say, microblogging. Still, your posts are always thoughtful and opportune, and I’d prefer a well-structured longer post to an off-the-cuff one, so writing in retrospect it’ll have to be. Hope you and Steph are well!
You had me at (that first photo of) Prociutto.
Lady, you would have gone nuts – that plate + the fresh Pecorino + the fava beans just out of the garden? I’d have had to drag you away, bottle of wine in hand ;)
Well it’s about time!:)
Beautiful place. It’d be hard to leave.
Ha, I know! I’ve been delinquent. But more to come now, I promise!
Your photos are putting me on a train up to Orvieto as soon as it stops raining in Rome!
As always, lovely work.
The striped marble style really took me aback at first. Being English, I associate stripes with the seaside: canvas deckchairs, “sticks of rock” (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Rock-c.jpg) and 1960s bathing suits. So to see striping as a sign of high status architecture….an instant culture clash. Fascinating.
Instant culture clash indeed! Fun additional aspect to the background for the Duomo, thanks for sharing.
Gorgeous photos, Jodi, particularly the two food pics at the top. I’ve clearly been in Italy too long – architecture is lovely and all that, but it’s on every corner. Food, on the other hand, is *always* something to get excited about!
You’re right: it’s the connections that really make or break a place. I fell in love with Calabria last year (somewhere that many Italians eye with caution and not a little revulsion) not because of the *place*, but because of the *people*.
(Incidentally, I’m going to the Beehive this weekend for a writer’s fair, and I’m looking forward to it even more now after hearing about your experience there. Thank you!)
Thanks Kate! It was lovely to meet you and I’m glad you liked the post. Linda will be at the writer’s fair (I think she’s co-planning it as well) and I’ve no doubt you’ll really enjoy the people you meet there. I’m not sure if you read my homesickness piece (https://www.legalnomads.com/2012/03/homesickness-travel.html) but in it I talk about how it’s unfair to call it ‘homesickness’ if you’re a longtime traveler because home becomes a shifting, almost transparent concept. But in turn, it’s the people you miss, and how you miss them! I’ve started calling it peoplesickness instead :) Enjoy the writer’s fair!
You make me want to travel so bad!!!
Some of those pictures don’t even look real, they are so perfect. Sounds like a beautiful accident that you ended up with your hosts.
It is amazing how so often in our travels that its the people more than the place that truly affect us. And those sprawling friendships made on the road also seem to defy time. No matter how long it has been since you last saw them, you always seem to pick right back up in mid-conversation. Ain’t travel great?
Welcome back home Jodi!
I find our post very true. There’s nothing like people and a bit of chance to make you discover somewhere with new eyes.
-From a fellow Montrealer =)
Merci Sophie! Nice to be back in La Belle Province, especially in time for spring.
I read almost every one of your posts, but for some reason, this one touched me deeply. I love it! Thank you so much for the reminder that there are kind people willing to take us in at a moment’s notice. It’s necessary to get those reminders sometimes.
Thank you Rebecca! It was nice to single out a specific act of kindness for a change, especially as it was the lynchpin for a new continent unfolding before me. Appreciate the comment and thanks for reading.
Sorry to hear your friend was sick, but it sounds like it turned into an incredible unique experience. I left Italy with my jeans a little bit tighter, 5 course meals for both lunch and dinner will do that to ya :)
Thank you Laurel. It’s true, the meals take their toll, but are so very worth it :)
Aww, Jodi – how sweet. :)
I’m totally with you on the whole ‘connections make or break a place’ bit, and (as you know) I feel like one of the best things I can ever do is make sure awesome people who should know each other eventually meet. I was happy to put you in touch with Linda and Steve, and am so glad it all worked out as it did (though I’m not at all surprised).
Serendipity, or a sixth sense? You decide. ;)
Ha, I’m not sure which but you know either way – i’ll take it! Looking forward to seeing you this summer.
This piece will eventually get you a place in Ulysses. Because your photographs and your writing evoke it. Almost ethereal. Food, land and simple humanity. Keep the flow coming ‘-)
I shouldn’t be surprised because you’re always a great writer, but I especially loved this piece. It sounds like a wonderful getaway and a beautiful place to catch your breath between adventures.
That tilt-shift picture of Orvieto looks like a model village. :)
What a stunning sounding place. Your writing is remarkable.
Thank you Carl!
Wonderful photos and words – I was transported to Umbria sitting here at my desk. :)
Seredipity. It’s the only way to fly. In unrelated news, Steve has had a haircut in the meantime. We are all in mourning.
Sounds like a great way to experience Orvieto! Sometimes being taken in by a family is the best way to experience a place. :D
I love your pictures! Great post! I am planning a trip to Italy for a couple weeks in July, so your blog has been a great resource. I especially love the jumping shots! My Hubby and I are expats in Europe and we try to get a jumping shot every place we visit. One day when we can no longer jump, we are going to make a picture book of all our past “jumps.”
Great post! Makes me want to adjust my schedule for a trip there. Your photography is beautiful!
Stunning. Your photos and writing intertwine so well :) Feel you about the reverse culture shock. We had that in Buenos Aires after months in small towns in Peru+Colombia.
“As others have said, the paradox of travel blogging is that when you’re writing you’re not travelling, and when you’re travelling you’re not writing” Well said :)
Thanks Carlo. It was actually Gary Arndt who said that (it’s a link to his site) but I agree with it.
That Orvieto photo is so atmospheric! How is it so sunny when there are such massive, threatening clouds overhead?! Really love it!
Amazing photographs. You captured the magic of Orvieto. I love the picture of the sky at the base of the Duomo!
I’m a little late in reading this, but I really loved this post. Orvieto was my home for roughly a year, and I miss it dearly. Thank you for taking such stunning photos, they really capture the beauty there.
Your photos capture Orvieto beautifully! It was one of my favorite trips during a semester in Switzerland last year. As a founding member of the CittaSlow movement you can feel the more relaxed vibe and the nature of discovery among its people when you’re there. If that’s not reason enough to visit, the delicious food and wine help too. Also, that olive wood shop was one of my favorites!
Just discovered your blog. I like how you write about smaller, unheard of places. Off the beaten path. Also, nice idea for the tote bags! I love the italy one!
Do you know an English Italian translator that can help for a few hours at the hospital in Orvieto?