Ticket to Italy

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Ticket to Italy

I heard about Ischia from an American soprano who knew all of Italy but chose to spend twenty-three &lsquoquiet&rsquo summers vacationing on that island whose beauty, simplicity and cuisine captivated her. Hearing that it was so near Naples and still &lsquoundiscovered&rsquo, I was intrigued I had been to Rome and Milan, Florence and Venice, Tuscany and Umbria, lakes Garda and Como and found them all mobbed, even in off-season. This fall, looking for a restful holiday, I was drawn to Ischia.

Flying into Rome, I checked into the elegantly neoclas&shysical Hotel Majestic on the Via Veneto. A friend invited me for a drink that evening to the intimate five-star Hotel Eden. Its top-floor bar offers live music and, he promised, &ldquothe best 360° views of the Eternal City.&rdquo From that clubby watering hole&rsquos deep leather chairs and muted lighting, we gazed upon Rome&rsquos brilliantly lit historic monuments, with &lsquothe wedding cake building&rsquo and St Peter&rsquos Basilica clearly its highlights. Enchanted, I stayed to linger over a multi-course dinner in La Terrazza dell&rsquoEden, the adjoin&shying Michelin-starred restaurant where chef Fabio Ciervo surprised me, a die-hard vegetarian, with numerous delicacies a subtle vegetable terrine, a luscious eggplant parmigiana, artichokes braised in wine and olive oil, deep-fried mozzarella stuffed with fresh herbs and tiramisu. This marked an auspicious beginning to the gourmet adventure that I anticipated.

The following day, the manager of the Majestic, asking after a common old friend, invited me to lunch. To my delight, he recommended a Sicilian speciality of his chef that was simple&mdashpasta with lemon cream and peppercorn sauce&mdashbut scrumptious. Later, as I settled into my plush seat in the Eurostar train for the hour-long journey to Naples, he took me by surprise by rushing over from the hotel to deliver my forgotten passport Easy friendships and caring warmth are evident everywhere in Italy.

At bustling Napoli Centrale, two lovely young women, the owner and the manager of my Ischia hotel, met and accompanied me to the nearby port. From there, we took a hydrofoil to Ischia Porte and then, driving past small coastal villages, we reached the four-star Hotel Garden and Villas Resort near the town of Lacco Ameno. Situated in a lushly landscaped garden, the hotel&rsquos spacious marble-floored villas boast French doors that open on to private terraces with panoramic views. The poolside dining room serves delicious dinners, elaborate breakfast buffets and lunches specialising in fresh organic ingredients from their garden. Being vegetarian posed no problem Italian chefs everywhere, proudly and imaginatively, served me as many sinful courses as they offered their carnivorous diners.

The first on my must-see list was verdant Negombo, a private park built around natural thermal springs that pour into fifteen &lsquoswimming&rsquo pools that, with their varying temperatures (30-38&degC) and minerals, specialise in cura&shytive powers for arthritis, rheumatism, skin and circulatory ailments. Serially, I tried several that seemed to help my arthritic knee and bad back. After relaxing on poolside deck chairs and exploring the exclusive San Montano beach that is part of this seaside property, I clambered up to Casa Colonica, Negombo&rsquos rustic trattoria specialis&shying in fried fish, Mediterranean vegetables&mdashdeliciously cooked eggplants, peppers, zucchini, tomatoes&mdashand local cheeses including the &lsquospeciality of the region&rsquo, fresh buffalo mozzarella.

Ischia&rsquos main tourist attraction, these ubiquitous hot springs deriving from its volcanic subsoil, promise mi&shyraculous cures. After four days at Garden Villas, I moved to its sister property, the historic Terme Manzi (terme means thermal, Manzi stands for nineteenth-century hotelier Luigi Manzi), a five-star Relais & Ch&acircteaux hotel built over Gurgitiello, the thermal spring whose mineral-rich, radio&shyactive water flows into its modern spa. General Garibaldi came here to heal his 1864 war wounds and was cured his original bathtub stands at the spa&rsquos entrance. After the Trojan War, Ulysses landed at this ancient Greek colony and was also healed. Centuries later, Dwight Eisenhower vacationed in Ischia.

At Terme, I consulted with the spa&rsquos doctor who exam&shyined me and recommended hydrotherapy, massage and hot volcanic mudpacks. After a three-day trial package, I felt better&mdashwhether from treatment or placebo effect, who can say What was unquestionable, however, was the Terme&rsquos elegance (paintings and sculptures everywhere), luxury and friendly service.

Not surprisingly, Ischia has attracted celebrities galore actors like Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, Laurence Olivier and Vivien Leigh poets and writers like W.H. Auden, Truman Capote, Pablo Neruda and Henrik Ibsen Hollywood beauties such as Gwyneth Paltrow, Grace Kelly and Gina Lollobrigida, even the great Michelangelo him&shyself. They all came in search of peace, privacy and unspoilt beauty. Aristocratic Italian filmmaker Luchino Visconti (The Leopard) bought a leafy hilltop estate here. I made a pilgrimage to that villa, now a museum that celebrates Vis&shyconti&rsquos theatrical and cinematic achievements and hosts Ischia&rsquos annual film festival.

Afterwards, I dined next door in the five-star Hotel Mezzatorre&rsquos romantic torch-lit terrace, perched on a promontory with magnificent sea and sunset views. The sea is everywhere in Ischia as the island&rsquos main road wraps around the shore&shyline, dotted with picturesque fishing villages. Fresh sea&shyfood is the local speciality, and every corner boasts views of clear blue water on one side, and wooded, emerald-green mountains on the other.

Since Ischia&rsquos wines are top rated, I visited a vineyard that grows its grapes on seven hectares of rocky volcanic soil, high up on terraced mountain slopes, then transports them to its downhill wineries on a little private monorail. I got there on a sunny afternoon as Diana, the &lsquoboss&rsquo, fin&shyished serving pasta to her eleven harvesters. She chatted with me, in her vineyard kitchen, while tossing a fresh tomato, boiled potato, olive and hot pepper salad with vir&shygin olive oil and basil. We ate it outdoors with crusty bread and delicious house wine. It was the simplest, most memo&shyrable meal I ate in Ischia. Diana&rsquos husband was travelling their two young oenologist daughters were in training. She helps run Casa D&rsquoAmbra, her in-laws&rsquo four-genera&shytion-old business, founded in 1888. This unpretentious entrepreneur explained the intricacies of their business with understated passion. I learned that Ischia&rsquos Roman name, Aenaria, meant &lsquoland of vineyards&rsquo, that Greek hero Nestor&rsquos priceless cup, excavated near Lacco Ameno, bears an eighth-century BC inscription praising local wine. Later, she handed me a handsome catalogue promoting their eight wines&mdashfive million bottles, eighty per cent white, twenty per cent red&mdashall best DOC (Denominazione di Origine Controllata), the coveted official stamp of high quality. As I left, I knew I&rsquod made a lasting connection.

That evening, two other new friends&mdashAvril and Beatriz, the Jamaican and Spanish managers of Garden Villas and Terme, respectively&mdashtook me to visit the historic Castello Aragonese that towers over a narrow isthmus linking it to the island. A Greek fortress had stood here in 474 BC. Then, King Alfonso of Aragon raised this magnificent symbol of Ischia over the original&rsquos ruins in 1471. Now this privately owned castle offers breathtaking views from its ramparts.

Along the way, on the pedestrians-only promenade overflowing with socialising locals, we stopped at boutiques that sold vibrantly colourful handmade pottery. Like art galleries exhibiting local crafts, these shops were unlike those on the neighbouring island of Capri which carry expensive brand-name wares for shopaholic tour&shyists. Ischia has designer boutiques, too, but they are fewer, more discreet, less overwhelming. By contrast, I&rsquod found Capri crowded, commercial and devoid of beaches.
We dined in a little portside restaurant that specialised in the best bruschetta I&rsquove ever tasted. A meal in itself, this appetiser was a large slice of crisp toast, piled high with the freshest, sweetest ruby-red cherry tomatoes, glisten&shying with garlic and extra-virgin olive oil. Over the week, I&rsquod dined in many small, unpretentious, family-run restau&shyrants, each specialising in local foods pasta with prawns (to die for, according to my American companions) or clams pasta with potato or pumpkin wild mushroom or artichoke risotto and the favorite of Ischians&mdashrabbit cooked in tomatoes, garlic and wine, cherished at every Sunday lunch. Farm-cultivated rabbits are abundant and &ldquotaste like chicken.&rdquo The chefs invariably came out to mingle with guests and lap up their compliments. Italian dining, unlike French, is an informal, heartily jovial affair. Lively music is a frequent accompaniment and guests join in spiritedly&mdashsinging, dancing, clapping.

Hearing that I write about food, Beatriz introduced me to young Nino di Constanzo, Terme&rsquos 3-Michelin-star-winning chef. I &lsquointerviewed&rsquo him for fun, he promised to cook for me. So, on my last night, Maria, the thirty-year-old scion of the Polito family, who owns and runs Terme, invited me and her gregarious father Giacomo, to show&shycase Nino&rsquos talents. After cocktails in the bar, we moved to champagne and appetisers at the Chef&rsquos Table in the state-of-the-art kitchen, then proceeded to the private dining room of Il Mosaico, where the table was set for eight. Once seated, we were offered a &lsquowater menu&rsquo&mdashso many designer brands&mdashfollowed by the most stupendous meal I&rsquove eaten. Bar none. Eleven courses, paired with wines, each one served on a distinctive Murano glass dish, person&shyally designed by Nino, works of art unlike dinnerware anywhere. The food was visually stunning too, colour-coordinated on the plate, reflecting an artist&rsquos palette. The tastes were subtle and surprising, the combinations novel but authentically Ischian. As we ooh&rsquoed and aah&rsquoed over each offering, another succulent one followed. I got special, corresponding vegetarian courses. The five-hour meal concluded with the grandest flourish a plateful of multi-piece desserts, each one a unique sculptural marvel, a joke-y evocation of Ischia or current affairs, created by Antonino Maresca, the pastry chef, who ran his own sepa&shyrate kitchen that I visited afterwards.

The crowning glory of my trip, this dinner transported me beyond imagining. I had arrived in Ischia fresh from sampling two of Paris&rsquos best restaurants, Alain Ducasse at the Plaza Ath&eacuten&eacutee and Jules Verne in the Eiffel Tower. Much as those impressed me, these creative young Ischi&shyans blew me away with their artistic originality.


Fly into Rome and break journey for rest, sightseeing, fine-dining. However, there are no direct flights to Rome. The best option from Delhi is on Aeroflot (ap&shyprox. &nbspRs. 29,098 one way, with a stop in Moscow). Take the one-hour Eurostar train from Rome to Na&shypoli Centrale station. Upon landing, grab another taxi to your hotel.


In Rome, Hotel Majestic (from  &euro 442 hotelmajestic.com) is centrally located. Five-star hotel with great restaurants.

The spacious four-star Garden & Villas Resort (from &euro 262 gardenvillasresort.it) is informal and friendly, has an outdoor pool and good food.


Rome has a &lsquoget on, get off&rsquo double-decker bus tour for sight&shyseeing at your own pace. Buy a one/two-day pass for relaxed bus-hopping. The Majestic has excellent food.

Do not miss Il Mosaico, the Terme&rsquos gourmet restaurant. Spend a morning at Negombo thermal park (negombo.it) and its private San Montano beach. Lunch at its family-run Casa Colonica, a garden trattoria, spe&shycialising in delectable vegetables, cheeses and fried fish. Visit the lush Mortello botanical gardens, created by English composer Sir William Walton, and filmmaker Luchino Visconti&rsquos museum. Dine next-door on the torch-lit terrace of the Hotel Mezzatorre with its breathtaking view of sunsets over the ocean. Find colourful local pottery at crafts shops on the no-cars promenade leading to the Aragonese Castle, an iconic sight. Buy local wine&mdashCasa d&rsquoAmbra is a quality brand&mdashand sweet limoncello, a lemon liqueur.

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