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Split, Croatia's Roman History

Split, Croatia, is a boisterous new-world presence signifying dramatic old-world Roman conquests. Croatia's second-largest city is southeast of Venice across the eastern Adriatic Sea. It was our last destination before landing in Venice on our Silversea cruise. Split's historical old town is dominated by the Diocletian Palace, finished in 305 AD as a massive "retirement" home for Roman Emperor Diocletian. The great reformer wanted the once-opulent fortress constructed near his hometown of Salona on the central Dalmatian Coast.

We sailed into Split on a miserably hot August day on our Silversea cruise, but the historical journey through the old town and the palace were well worth a two-hour jaunt. The dimensions of the palace alone are stunning -- walls from 570 to 700 feet long and 50 to 70 feet high, enclosing an area of 9.5 acres. At times it was inhabited by 8,000 to 10,000 people, so it was also filled with outdoor areas and gardens. You can walk among the ruins, go down into the cavelike foundation and see the remnants of the aqueduct spring that fed the palace water supply.

Before Diocletian, the region was part of the Greek empire, and after the Roman Empire fell, Spalatum became part of Byzantium. Today much of the old town meanders in and out of the palace remains, and the Mediterranean-influenced city is a lively shopping destination with old world and contemporary products for tourists and a transition point to the beautiful Dalamatian Coast beaches.

Medieval Kotor, Montenegro

The Bay of Kotor is a glistening fjord off the Adriatic Sea on the southern shore of the Dalmatian Coast; in fact, it's the largest natural port in the eastern Mediterrean region. Continuing on our Silversea cruise, we entered the bay at dawn with its 100 miles of coastline.I stood quietly with several passengers above the bow of the ship for the serene entry into the mountain-rimmed passage that once stood as a defensive military position in the Austro-Hungarian Empire. The bay's amazing beauty comes from the blue sea, stony shore, pine-covered mountains and rocky bulwarks crossed by conquerors and traders.

Kotor, Montenegro today is a throwback to ancient eastern Europe. Once part of Yugoslavia, the nation of Montenegro is only 14,000 square kilometers in size, with remarkable geographical contrasts -- glacial lakes, rocky cliffs and the second deepest canyon after the Grand Canyon. Kotor has had many historical identies and today it remains caught between east and west -- a Balkan nation that was once in union with Serbia, that was part of the Venetian empire, that uses the euro but is not part of the European Union, that communicates in both Cyrillic and Roman alphabets.

Because of its important location linking eastern and western Europe, Kotor has always been a city of traders and sailors. Much of what we visit today in the walled city was built between the 12th and 14th centuries. Nearly destroyed several times over the centuries by earthquakes, it remains one of the best preserved medieval towns in Europe. It's protected by rivers and mountains and three city gates. About 20 fortifications stand along the serpentine fortress walls, which climb up 260 meters above sea level, and the more adventurous tourists still make the 1300-step trek. In fact, the climb is so treacherous that churches were constructed on the on hillside walls so that soliders would not have to go all the way down the mountain to worship.

Originating in the 3rd century BC, Kotor reflects its rich cultural heritage -- including Byzantine, baroque, Venetian and multi-ethnic Balkan influences. And today it's a popular summer destination with a lively club scene and festivals. I highly recommend the guided tour, with engaging and novel stories about a varied history, its churches and museums and the pirates who once ruled the coasts. At one time there were 30 churches along these narrow passageways and small squares. Still remaining are such edifices as St. Luke's, built in the 13th century and, the latest, an Orthodox cathedral constructed just after the turn of the 20th century.

Kotor is a remote treasure enriched by unsurpassable rugged beauty, a destination that is locked in firmly as a jewel of this cruise.

Venetian Flourishes in Corfu, Greece

 Corfu, Greece, or Kerkyra, lies just southwest of Albania, the southernmost country of the Balkan peninsula. Our Silversea cruise next takes us to Corfu, one of 100 Greek islands that stretch from the Aegean Sea to the Baltic countries. An Ionian Island just off the Adriatic and Mediterranean seas, Corfu is a natural bridge between Europe and the Middle East. The Venetians discovered its particular appeal passing through Corfu in their commercial trading ventures and leaving vestiges of their distinctive architecture in Corfu Town.

Renovated for the European Union summit in 1994, Corfu Town is one of the most elegant capitals in Greece, though many fine buildings were destroyed by Nazi bombers in World War II. Two massive forts protect the crescent-shaped harbor at each end, one constructed by the Byzantines in the 12^th century 100 years before the Venetians began work on the “new” citadel.  In the brutal August sun, we stroll gingerly through Corfu Town, where a major arcaded street front resembles Paris’ Rue de Rivoli, thanks to the French occupation earlier in the 20^th century. The city’s architecture is a hybrid of styles from the occupying armies passing from East to West over the centuries, including the Byzantine Museum in a restored church, with icons, frescoes, sculptures and mosaics from the 15^th-19^th century, and the Orthodox Cathedral built in 1577. Among its icons, the cathedral displays an image of Saint George Slaying the Dragon and three dark atmospheric Italianate paintings from the 16^th century.

As we leave port in the early evening, I consult Henry Miller, quoted in Travelers’ Tales, Travelers Tales Greece: True Stories (Travelers' Tales Guides): “The traveler awakes aboard ship at dawn, with land ahead of him and one shoulder of an island hunched up to the right of the vessel. It is an easy island to identify – those polished great fruity-looking mountains are Albanian. They are spacious and bare, and warmly painted in by the sun as it struggles up to shine over their shoulders on the sea. Corfu lies like a sickle beside the flanks of the mainland, forming a great calm bay, which narrows at both ends so that the tide are squeezed and calmed as they pass into it.”

“He is not of course the first visitor to be electrified by Greek light, to be intoxicated by the white dancing candescence of the sun on a sea with blue sky pouring into it,” Miller goes on. “...Wherever you go in Greece the people open up like flowers...No country I have visited has given me such a sense of grandeur...Greece is a little like China or India. It is a world of illusion.”

Autumn in New York with Jude Law

A perfect Saturday in New York -- a stroll up the West Side, sensational steak dinner at Porter House and Jude Law's magnificent performance in Hamlet. Hurry! The show ends Dec. 6, 2009.

Law displays the same range of raw emotional power in the grueling angry and troubled Hamlet role as he does in his sweet and gentle performance in The Holiday, one of my seasonal Christmas favorites. Outside the historic Broadhurst Theatre after the 3-hour and 10-minute play, gawkers lined up for a view of the cast as they escaped into the dark night. The Hollywood fan gauntlet has arrived on 45th Street.

The afternoon began on Amsterdam Avenue off Broadway in the Upper West Side with a delightful light Tuscan lunch at Salumeria Rosi, a small neighborhood salami shop and small plate restaurant. I happened in and out of shops along Amsterdam and Columbus avenues, before taking an espresso break in the animated but intimate Nice Matin on the corner of Amsterdam and 79th Street. For our early dinner, Porter House, the window-lined award-winning steak house in the Time-Warner Center, was top-tier all the way, from service to presentation to flavors. It also was a terrific alternative to the stodgy steak house scene in the theater district. We sat in the corner booth that looked up Broadway and across Central Park South. It was a lovely autumn evening. The Columbus Circle uptown mega mall, just south of Lincoln Center, was jammed with a pre-holiday spirit in its high-end and yuppy shops, restaurants, markets and bars and other nightlife. Our waiter timed our experience perfectly so that we could easily hop a cab and get downtown for the show.

The previous evening, an early evening rendezvous at one of the most enduring New York eateries, PJ Clarke's -- in the Lincoln Center location -- was dependable as ever. Noisy and jolly, the pub-style atmosphere was a good Friday night jump start to the weekend. The featured lobster roll was absolutely delicious!

Wi-Fi in United's Skies

I tried out United Airline's new GoGo in-flight Wi-Fi service between New York and San Francisco yesterday. It can be used on laptops and smartphones and other handheld devices equipped with Wi-Fi. What a breeze! United's service is now available in all classes on its p.s. (premium service) flights from JFK to San Francisco and Los Angeles and is already on several other U.S. airlines. Virgin America, which was the first beginning in May, is now offering a free holiday season promotion to all guests through Jan. 12, 2010.

I was planning to sleep but couldn't resist the free offer from the GoGo sales rep at boarding. (GoGo's single flight passes range from $5.95-12.95 a trip, depending on the length of the flight, and a 30-day pass is $24.95, which can be used on all participating airlines.) It works just like any other short-term Internet service -- you go to a login page, put in a special code or your regular subscription information, et voila!

I sent several emails (and received) as well as surfed the Internet for work-related research. I even wrote my previous blog item, "Sorrento, Come Back," but didn't go live from the air because the signal was too slow uploading the pictures. That I had to do once back in the office, but so far, I would call that a minor issue. Here's what the Wall Street Journal's high-tech guru Walt Mossberg has to say about GoGo.

Sorrento, Come Back!

We're leavingSorrento, Italy  at twilight on the Silversea cruise line’s 200-passenger Silver Wind, moving away from Italy’s Amalfi Coast,  past Capri, through the narrow straits of Messina and Sicily to the west. The Mediterranean is smooth azure blue. Light winds, soon no land in sight, as the sun hovers over the horizon line, then sinks out of sight. Open space, air, sky nurture gentle thoughts and allow the mind to open, far away from the usual daily clatter. A solo walker moves quickly around the upper deck jogging track, as waiters set up al fresco dining on the pool deck below. I savor these moments between day and night, graceful transitions.

We left Sorrento at 6 pm. “Come Back to Sorrento” hums playfully in the back of my mind. For more than 2500 years, Sorrento has been the preferred home to emperors, kings, popes, great musicians, writers, artists. Across the Bay of Naples, with Mt. Vesuvius looming in the haze, Sorrento’s sharp craggy bluffs protect what was once a small genteel resort, now transformed for summer holidays across the tiny beaches grabbing every inch of sand below its formidable cliffs. (We didn't visit Pompeii, but Robert Harris' historical novel Pompeii: A Novel is a gripping way to do so.)

The Amalfi Coast – hundreds, perhaps a thousand, hairpin turns from Sorrento to Salerno, past Positano, the world’s most photographed fishing village. The Greeks settled Sorrento in the 6^th century BC and gave it the name, Surrentum, “City of the Sirens.” Virtually every European and Eurasian tribe lived there, culminating in the late 19^th century Belle Epoque architecture of the central square. I buy some extra-large Italian wraparound sunglasses, a la Gina Lollobrigida, as we retreat to the cruise ship’s much-cooler decks and read about the Greek Islands coming up tomorrow with a stop in Corfu.

 

36 Hours in Rome

For 36 hours in Rome, you have to be really focused, for seeing what Rome has to offer could be a lifetime of 36-hour visits. Stopping briefly in Rome for the very first time (on the way to a Mediterrean-Adriatic cruise), my smart move was a private tour guide for a half day, arranged by the concierge at the Hotel Splendide Royal. 

Jet-lagged yet eager to set out, I indulged in the private tour for just the dose of sight-seeing I could manage in that short visit. The personalized service was pricey (344 euros plus tip) but well worth not having to stand in interminable lines (hours long) in the excessive August heat (hats and shelter required). By and large the guides, who drive mini-vans, can get you right to the front of a line or even in the door. (Clearly they have their connections.) Typically the minimum fee is a half day and you pay the same price for one or several people, but that splurge certainly was worth it in the personalization, efficiency, ease and dose of history that met my own tolerance levels and expectations. 

First off, I'll have to confess that I skipped St. Peter's and the Vatican City for this trip. I decided to get a wider swath of the sights more serendipitously and then next time, dig in deeper with more planning. That's always been my style for short trips to mega places -- get out on foot or by car to absorb the big picture first, then be choosier and more prescriptive later. It's always worked well for me and resulted in considerable quality and unexpected finds. It happened in Rome, too.

While the tour guides do have their favorite spots, I set aside my long list of touristy to-dos and let Rolando Lerey, who once lived in the U.S., studied at Boston University and speaks seven languages, suggest some destinations I wasn't even aware of. Another smart move because it brought some truly marvelous experiences I wouldn't have selected from my initial research. First off that took us to the less-traveled basilica San Pietro in Vincoli, originally a pagan temple built in 432-440 A.D. to house the relic of chains that bound Saint Peter in Jerusalem. As if that is not awesome enough, here stands Michaelangelo's stirring sculpture of "Moses," part of the funeral monument originally built for Pope Julius II in his relatively small family church. The 8-foot 4-inch marble statue (bottom center) creates a powerful presence of a Moses who is both watchful and meditative (you feel his wise leadership as well as the potential of his terrible wrath), and, frankly, it has stuck with me a lot longer than Michaelangelo's "David," which I later saw in Florence.

Then we drove outside the ancient but still intact city walls to the Appian Way, the oldest and most strategic road in the Roman Empire, where I visited the Catacomb San Callisto (see another post for some highlights of that one-hour tour) and walked along the amazingly preserved 560-mile highway, where the grooves of chariots in the lava bricks are still visible. (Actually the scope of all the preservation in Rome, given its thousands-years antiquity, is completely amazing).

Then, with about 90 minutes left, we cruised through some elegant neighborhoods on the Aventine Hill, before reaching the Capitoline and Palatine hills that house some of the most-renowned treasures. Along the way, we stopped for a view of Sophia Loren's palazzo overlooking Piazza Venezia -- note she has a view of the Vatican in the far distance  among other churches from her terraces -- and around the must-see sights of the Colosseum, the Palatine Hill residence of the emperors built in 200 A.D. and up a narrow roadway untraveled by tour buses and overlooking the Roman Forum, so I could see everything in one sweeping vista. I'll be blogging more about this fabulous trip, but this in itself, was the perfect way to spend part of my first 36-hour Rome adventure.

48 Hours in Boston: Shepard Fairey and Great Food

Graffiti-fueled street artist Shepard Fairey's retrospective in Boston's Institute of Contemporary Art inspires hope (the iconic Obama campaign image) and challenges authority (starkly conveyed through his "Obey the Giant" campaign in the 1990s). Get there fast -- before the exhibit closes Aug. 16. Its defiant, yet often subtle, messages and images interpreting pop culture, revolution, commercialism and dirty politics will stick with you for a long time afterwards. Fairey is a controversial figure with Boston authorities, who gave him some unexpected publicity when they arrested him for previous graffiti vandalism on the way to the exhibit's opening party in February. This week he was in the news again when he received two years' probation.

The 200 posters, stencils, screen prints, collages and more represent a huge output of a very focused artist in the past 20 years. The collective impact is all the more jarring via his bold signature colors of red, black and white.

The new ICA building,  which opened in late 2006 on the South Boston waterfront after a presence dating back to 1936, is definitely worth a trip whenever you go, with its compelling galleries and bayside computer theater, where visitors can gain deeper access into its artistic riches. We trekked via the T (Metro) and a few blocks on foot on a drizzly day, followed by a warm and welcoming lunch at the modern Italian diner Sportello at 348 Congress St.  (And, by the way, classically prepared Bolognese sauce with milk.)

Boston is always about food for me, since my brother Steve Johnson is the owner of the three-year-old dining hit, Rendezvous Central Square in Cambridge. So I'm a biased enthusiast (full disclosure duly noted). But the restaurant stands on its own reputation, with seasonal menus that maximize local produce and seafood matched by culinary invention. Two of us dived into the June menu -- appetizers (1) fried softshell crab with stone-ground grits and chipotle pepper puree and (2) grilled Portuguese sardins with a Meyer lemon-fennel vinaigrette (best ever); entrees (1) Paella Valenciana and (2) his popular braised pork and veal meatballs; and for dessert (1) lemon-buttermilk pudding with huckleberry sauce and (2)a cherry-rhubarb crostada with honey-lavendar ice cream. Incidentally, Steve and his team make the ice cream with herbs grown on the restaurant's roof (note the the urban garden here).  

The next night we went to R.F. O'Sullivan's Pub in Somerville for what are said to be some of the best burgers in Boston, and we weren't disappointed. It's small, it's local, it's loud and it's sports TV (Red Sox, natch, this time of year) and the yummy half-pound burgers (with dozens of topping options) are fat and drippy. (You can order low-carb options, but why bother here?) "People come in and they get mad, but I explain to them, it's not your everyday place. It takes time to cook," explains the voice of the menu notes. "To cook a burger this thick and juicy takes patience, and about 20 minutes." So we started with a big plate of onion rings along with our drinks. The #1 lesson for cooks -- advises the same menu voice -- "don't squish the burgers." Also don't wear your finest -- each rounded mound of burger (from the 400 pounds of fresh ground sirloin cooked each week) can be a bit messy to handle. 

Winding up the 48-hour tour, we took a day in Westport on Buzzard's Bay 90 minutes south of Boston. I've previously chronicled a day on the Westport River and its surroundings here. It is a fertile region -- watermen and leisure travelers mixed with the local wildlife, like the osprey protecting their young in the nest and clams raked froom ankle-deep beds. An early dinner at the waterside Back Eddy restaurant (defined as a "current that runs counterculture to the mainstream") delivered a one-pound "chicken lobster" among other fresh local seafood and produce from southeastern Massachusetts and coastal Rhode Island.

The distance from water and land to the table is not far in these parts, and you recognize, respect, honor and savor that unvarnished experience.

Pleasanton, California: Perfectly Named

As a woman business traveler and proactive fan of leisure day trips, I've learned time and again that some of the best adventures are close to home. Pleasanton, California, originating in the Gold Rush and existing comfortably today next to the Livermore Valley wine country east of San Francisco, is one of my recent "finds." History, luxury and quality wines and food within a few blocks -- my fundamentals!

Since I often stay overnight in nearby outlying communities when I have an evening event -- to avoid rush-hour traffic, windy country roads at dusk or late-night driving alone -- I calculate at the front end a pleasant evening in new surroundings to finish off my business or leisure commitment. And, Pleasanton, California, has definitely earned its name in my travel journals.

  But the secret -- absolutely -- is the right hotel or inn. A male friend recommended Pleasanton's Rose Hotel, and it turned out to be the right combo of stylish but casual luxury and welcoming service. To wit -- a spacious and well-appointed room with windows that actually open to fresh air, a jacuzzi tub (superb after an afternoon on the links at a Women on Course event at Poppy Ridge Golf Course in the Livermore Valley,) and Peet's Coffee brewed in my room's own French press. That was the first part of the wake-up experience before I went down to the Victorian lobby/loungefor an ample continental breakfast (which comes with the room). Men and women business travelers, a leisure travel couple from Pennsylvania, and more personalities crossed paths in this quietly confident and charming space.

For dinner, I hiked up and down Main Street to check out the multiple options (40 nearby restaurants), from lively outdoor gardens to indoor white table cloth candlelight -- but chose the originality of The Oasis Grille across the street from the hotel and its Afghan/Middle Eastern specialties and featured wine list. Grilled shish kebab and a Riva Ridge Chardonnay from one of the California originals, Wente Vineyards in Livermore, were perfectly matched!

Business Travel: Be Agile

Entrepreneurs are agile, smart businesses in the new (aka recession) economy are agile and we business travelers have to be extra-agile to protect our business and navigate the predictable wacky travel uncertainties.

It's not only airlines.  Here's a familiar tale from a consultant friend  navigating the  East Coast for various clients recently -- arrival at Washington, DC's Union Station from private car service (to avoid taxi hassles) in good advance time only to discover that the Amtrak from Washington, DC, to New York City is delayed due to a freak situation (water main break near Baltimore).

Vital meetings were firmly and tightly scheduled for later in the afternoon and evening in Connecticut. Click, click, click -- brain cells go into action. Call airlines from cell phone, book next flight from Reagan International Airport, call private car service for return pick up at train station, zip over to Reagan, make the last flight before the thundershowers hit in both DC for departures and potential delays at LaGuardia. Whew!

What does it take to accomplish this? Think fast, have alternatives/options always at hand, keep your brain alert and your resources ready for quick action. Of course, such a plan is not foolproof, but it does yield big time in most cases. Scott McCartney's "Ten Rules of the Road for Air Travel" in the Wall Street Journal provides a terrific template for pulling it all together, business or leisure. Quick thinking is crucial -- calling the airline by cell phone while you're walking through the train station or airport and, critically, before even reaching a customer service line.

You have to be working all the channels at once as your own private switchboard. That means, first of all, thinking nimbly and having all necessary numbers loaded into your address book so they can be dialed up instantly on your cell phone. In this unpredictable world of business -- and leisure travel -- delays, the only constant is OPTIONS.