We arrived in Sorrento in mid-February to begin two weeks of Italian language school at Sorrento Lingue. We’d packed for a month in a mild winter climate.
Too mild, it turned out.
Our host family’s apartment, with its icy marble floors, was not heated to the level we Americans are accustomed to. My first purchase in Sorrento was a pair of black wool tights, which I wore almost every day, with my other clothes. With additional socks, and a sweater under my warm coat.
It’s one thing to bundle up when you go outside–after all, I grew up in Alaska, and I know what winter cold is like. But it seemed nearly as cold inside as out, and we were bundled up inside and out.
Granted, it was mid-winter. We had several very windy days in Sorrento, and a few with rain. We walked several blocks every day to our class, and on our free afternoons we walked all over the city. We walked a couple of miles each way to see the ruined villa at Capo di Sorrento, and took trips to Pompeii and Positano.
But I’m afraid in all my planning, in spite of knowing that we were traveling in winter, my brain retained the images of sunny Italy, warm Italy, cappuccino on the terrace Italy.
After two weeks in Sorrento–two weeks in those wool tights–we picked up a rental car and headed to L’Aquila. It’s farther north, yes, and a higher elevation, in the central Apennines. A beautiful, historic city (until April 6, 2009), one I was very eager to visit. Weathermen in military regalia on TV had forecast possible snow, so we insisted on getting chains with the rental car, and sure enough, snow began to fall by mid-afternoon as we climbed into the mountains.
But we Alaskans were not daunted by a little snow, and we carried on. As the snow accumulated to three, then four inches, with no sign of letting up, we pulled to the side of the road under an overpass to put on the chains while there was still some daylight.
The chains did not fit.
The thought of another couple of hours in failing light on curving mountain roads gave us pause. We had a lovely hotel room waiting in L’Aquila, and were eager to be in it. But how long would it take us if the snow continued?
As we pondered this question, the rumble of a large vehicle on the overpass caught our attention. It slowed, and then appeared on the ramp and pulled onto the highway in front of us. A snowplow! As we folded our maps and prepared to pull out behind him, another plow came down the ramp. And another!
With high hopes that one of them would go to L’Aquila, we pulled out into the thin slush in their wake, and followed them at about 40 mph all the way to our destination. Other cars passed us, but we simply followed. It was our first day of driving in Italy, and a memorable experience!
So for anyone planning a winter visit to Italy, I will say: By all means, go, see the sights, the pasta and wine are just as wonderful in winter, but take your black wool stockings! You are likely to need them.
I love Italy in winter…..without the crowds. My house has central heating and I love to stand at the window watching the wintery scene.
I lived near Sorrento many years ago and it snowed in our village the winter I was there, the first time for 40 years. I had come from sub tropical Queensland and had never been so cold in all my life.
I like winter (off-season) travel too, in spite of the weather–but high-season travel off the beaten path is also a good way to avoid the crowds. I can imagine the snow near Sorrento was quite a novelty for the locals as well as you. I grew up in Alaska, but don’t miss winter there at all!
Nice story, Sandy, and great pictures. Brought back memories of Alaska as well as Italy.
Ah, yes, how this blog brought back memories. In the deep South of Italy way down there in Scigliano I was left for a couple of days in a lovely old (abut 600 years old) stone house. It was late September and the days were warm but, at night the house was cold with the surprising exception of one remodeled bathroom that had a heated, tiled floor. By midnight I was still uncomfortably cold so taking the quilt and a pillow off my bed and, after making a sweet little nest on that heated floor, I slept like an Italian baby.
I love that story! Thanks for sharing it.
Ha. This reminds me I must get out my long black unders for my trip to Florence in late October. I’ve been there in the fall before, and it can be very chilly. Just push them up under my black skirt so those elegantly dressed Italians won’t see them, and I’m good to go:)
Glad the post was helpful to you! Enjoy Florence–will you be headed any farther south in Italy?
I won’t be going south this time, just Florence and an overnight to Venice. I’m going to Venice with a friend who loves Donna Leon’s books set in Venice (as do I), and she wants to go there to soak up “Guido Brunetti’s” atmosphere first hand. I’m working on the second book in my series set in Firenze, so I’ll be walking routes and taking notes–and dodging vespas:)
I always think that even in the far south, where is rarely freezes, the winter months will wear you down. The houses, built of stone and cement, will suck the warmth right out of you if you don’t dress accordingly, especially your feet! I have learned to wear a warm micro-fleece vest and my warm slipper collection is formidable! And hey, it is cooler in the shade on a summer day here than on a “cool” winter day in Texas.
When I moved from Alaska to Dallas about 25 years ago, Texas welcomed me with a big ol’ ice storm! I agree, the stone and cement really accentuates the cold–but then, they moderate the heat a bit, too. Thanks for your comment!
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