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Trip Advisor — the Good and the Bad

Though I’ve been planning fine travels for more than 30 years and traveled extensively to every continent, I often refer to Trip Advisor to read reviews.  Thanks to their helpful website I’ve found wonderful restaurants (example:  a fantastic little Chinese restaurant inRotterdam), some good hotels and a few attractions during my travels.

We find that many of our clients consult Trip Advisor regularly as well. We encourage that.

However, a few words of caution:

There have been problems, particularly concerning hotels, with ‘planted’ reviews, i.e, a hotel has arranged for a number of reviewers to send in glowing reports about their hotel to increase the hotel’s ratings.  I suspect there are also times when these same people may send in reviews that are strongly negative about a competing hotel.

The other caveat has to do with the perspective of the reviewer.  For example if a budget traveler finds him/herself in a deluxe hotel for the first time, they may create a wonderful review of their experience.  However a traveler who typically stays in deluxe hotels may review that same hotel in a more critical light.  In other words, you can not always know the built-in bias or perspective of the reviewer.

Finally there are always a few reviewers that are not pleased by any hotel, restaurant or attraction; they always find something to complain about.

Solution?  One of my veteran colleagues in the travel industry suggests that when you look up a hotel or restaurant in Trip Advisor, throw out both the top 4-5 reviews and the bottom 4-5 reviews, the extreme ones.  Rather rely more on the reviews that are more tempered in their judgment.

Finally when I’m searching for a hotel, I try to check other sources as well, such as travel guide books, travel industry reviews and suggestions from local colleagues.  This approach  helps me focus in on the best hotel for my stay or one of my good clients.

Paul

Vieques, a relatively undiscovered hideaway (so far)

9 February 2012

I knew about Vieques, but just a little. I vaguely understood that it was an island off the coast of Puerto Rico used by the US Navy for target practice until local protests forced the Navy to give the island back to the residents. What I did not know was that during the entire time the navy was shelling the island, there were locals living on Vieques, locals born on the island that had to put up with the thunderous booms shaking their island and their homes every time the Navy began shooting or bombing.

About 18 months ago, W Hotels built a charming hotel on a beautiful beach they call W Retreats. As a member of Travel + Leisure magazine’s travel advisory board, we met here for a few days. I’ve got to admit, it’s tough to stay inside when stunning swimming pools and a beautiful beach beckon.

While I am not a big fan of some W Hotels with their occasional “We’re so hip” attitude; at Vieques I’m finding the hospitality is warm and welcoming and the facilities are superb. I would come back in a heartbeat. In addition to the hotel’s fine restaurants, there are some great, casual restaurants not far away on the island. If you visit Vieques, dont miss El Quenepo.

For those taking cruises into the Caribbean, we suggest basing your cruise out of San Juan, Puerto Rico. Instead of visiting just a few islands in a week (this is what happens when your cruise departs from Florida), when you cruise from San Juan, you are already in the very heart of the Eastern Caribbean. Great places such as Barbados, St. Maarten, St Barts, the British Virgin Islands, Martinique etc. are just a few cruising hours away. Most 7-day cruises departing from San Juan visit a
different island almost every day.

Though the flight to San Juan takes a couple hours more than flying to Miami, the cost is not all that much more. I looked at flights in September, as an example, and found that a flight from Oregon to Miami cost about $435 pp while a flight to San Juan was just $120 more.

We suggest combining 2-3 days of blissful beach and spa time in Vieques with your cruise from San Juan.

My brief experience in Vieques reminds me of my first visit to Cancun in the late 1970s. When we arrived, there were just a few hotels. Of course, that changed in a big way; come to the W Retreat in Vieques now. This too will change.


Wendy Perrin is not panicking; we’re not either.

The respected travel writer for Conde Nast Traveler magazine recently posted an article on her blog discussing her upcoming cruise in light of the Costa Concordia disaster;” Why I’m not panicking.”

She explained that her mother recently called to see if she planned to cancel her Presidents Day cruise, but Wendy’s leaving her family’s cruise vacation plans unchanged. First of all she reminds us that the chance of a fatality white driving to the pier is 1 in 7,000 while the odds of a fatality on a cruise ship are 1 in six million.

However, Wendy is taking a few extra precautions. Of course she will make certain the entire family takes part in the lifeboat drill and that they memorize the location of their life boat and muster station. She will also see that sufficient life jackets are available in her cabin for the entire family (and that they are the right size). She’ll also look on board for the location where extra life jackets are stowed for those passengers who might not have time to return to their staterooms to retrieve their jackets. Finally, she’ll bring along a little flashlight, just in case of a power failure.

Today every cruise line and every captain is now under extra scrutiny – safety standards will  be elevated higher than ever. Notwithstanding, we choose our cruise lines carefully. First of all, we avoid cruise lines that broadcast every announcement in several languages. In the event of an issue, it could take some time to communicate with all the passengers. We also select those cruise lines that take safety seriously. While we dread the life boat drills, we appreciate that they take place. And we applaud those cruise lines that take roll during these drills to account for every passenger on the ship.

Finally, we’ll avoid today’s giant ships.  Evacuating a 4,000-passenger vessel must be far more difficult than ships ranging in size from 200-2000 passengers.  This is a subject authorities will explore in more depth in the months and years to come.

We share the sorrow of those families that have lost their loved ones on the Costa Concordia. At the same time it was heartwarming to learn about the hospitality of the residents of the little Tuscan island of Giglio who took so many passengers into their homes until they could begin their homeward journey. And we applaud the coast guard captain who commanded the irresponsible captain to reboard his sinking ship and assist with the evacuation. Vado Bordo, Cazzo!

Seabourn in the Aegean

Seabourn in the Aegean

We plan to cruise in late April through the beautiful Adriatic and the Aegean on the new Seabourn Quest. We can’t wait.

Highlights of 2011 – Part 1

Hindsight is often the best lens to evaluate good travels. What do you remember vividly, fondly or, occasionally, a place you don’t need to revisit?

Just a year ago we flew to Incheon, South Korea, an intermediate stop on our journey to Southeast Asia. (As we see the pictures of North Korea’s Kim Jung Il’s funeral, we think back to our gray, icy cold day in South Korea, just a few miles from the demilitarized zone. Our trip would soon take us to Vietnam and Cambodia including a cruise on the Mekong from Tonle Sap Lake near Angkor Wat to a river port not far from Saigon.

Hanoi

Coming of age in the 60s, in the midst of the Vietnam conflict, I could not imagine every visiting Hanoi. (And thoroughly enjoying the experience.) From our base at the classic Hotel Metropole with its French-Vietnamese style, we explored this vibrant city. Built around a series of lakes and the Red River, we filled our camera’s memory cards with hundreds of photos. We think back fondly to our cooking class at the Hanoi Cooking School (including a great market visit and a great lunch.) We enjoyed our visit to the old city where each street is named after a particular craft or trade – we would gladly return for more. Our guide took us to Ho Chi Minh’s Mausoleum where we were instructed not to talk or put our hands in our pocket as we visited the embalmed hero (the years in the refrigerator have not been kind to him).

As much as we liked the city, we were not prepared for the heavy-hand of the communist government. Patriotic posters filled the streets. In some places community loudspeakers broadcast party propaganda twice daily. While the people were often very kind, one should avoid any provocation of the unsmiling police.

 


Halong Bay


Long high on our wish lists, we enjoyed the opportunity to board a ‘luxury junk’ (quite a pleasant experience) for a 24-hour cruise through the UNESCO World Heritage Site of Halong Bay. Unfortunately our weather was cold and the skies gray — not the best time for Kodachrome style postcard photos. Still it’s a must see in this part of the world.

 


Angkor Wat

We really enjoyed our visit to the massive temple complex of Angkor Wat. For me, the visit was enhanced by a private guide that took us to the temple complexes before dawn to watch the sun rise on the various monuments. Though pretty crowded with visitors, Angkor Wat really captured our imagination. I’d like to see it again. We also enjoyed the surrounding city of Siem Reap. Generally modern and clean, Siem Reap surprised us. While here, we suggest a stay (or at least a good meal) at the Hotel de la Paix. Overall our visit to Siem Reap and all of Cambodia was enhanced by the charm of the Cambodian people. We felt very welcome. Furthermore, Cambodia offers exceptional value for our travel dollar. There aren’t many more places where we can say that these days.

I was intrigued by the young boys and girls. Well-groomed and polite, these attractive young people would approach us and practice their English. Some were probably hoping for a little donation but many were just anxious to meet foreign visitors and practice their language. In spite of the many visitors that come to Cambodia, generally hospitable Cambodia remains pleasantly unspoiled.

Phnom Penh

When many visitors think of Cambodia’s capital, they cannot separate the city from the genocide committed by Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge. During our visit we went to see the site of the Killing Fields as well as the notorious prison in the city’s center. Just as visiting World War II concentration camps gives travelers an important and jarring perspective on life and inhumanity, these visits in Cambodia make one question how such tragedies can happen. How can we become so evil? On the positive side, the magnificent Royal Palace complex will stun you with its architectural beauty.

A final note: except for Hanoi, we suggest a visit between December and March. “Steamy Hot” just barely describes heat and humidity that pervades this region for the remainder of the year. With its more northerly location, Hanoi is more like Hong Kong with wonderful spring and fall seasons.

Three days in St. Germain des Pres

Well, we had to go to Paris. (Yes, sometimes our burden is so heavy.).

Actually, when our Crystal cruise concluded in Lisbon early in December, we took the opportunity to visit Paris before we returned home. We wanted to meet with our local contact in France who will help us arrange our October 2012 villa program in Provence. And, well, that’s as good an excuse as any for a few days in Paris.

We have more or less avoided Paris for the last several years in favor of the charms of France’s countryside. When we landed at Charles de Gaulle, it was cold and the grey skies were heavy. The congested traffic slowed our transfer into the city to a crawl. Had we made a mistake in coming?

hotel paris, Rive Gauche, st. Germain des Pres

Finally we reached our boutique hotel, the Espirit St. Germain near St. Sulpice (the church that played an important role in the Da Vinci Code) on Paris’ Rive Gauche. In spite of a slow check-in, the hotel looked great. On each side of the small registration desk, we found two welcoming lounges; they seemed more like living rooms than hotel lobbies. Each guest is invited to help themselves throughout the day to complimentary cocktails, wines and champagne and a good variety of soft drinks. When we reached our attractive room, the manager pointed out the complimentary fruit, a complimentary bottle of red wine, and mini-bar stocked with soft drinks and, finally, good Wi-Fi (all complimentary). The magic of Paris was beginning to arrive..

That afternoon we began the first of our three days wandering and exploring the delightful neighborhoods of Paris’ Left Bank. Just a block or so away we found a great indoor market. We drooled at the dozens of cheeses, wonderful varieties of meats and fresh seafood, even a section with Italian specialties. As we explored the surrounding area we encountered dozens of tempting little boutiques: chocolatiers, fashions (Christine loved the outrageous hat shop across the street), children’s toys and clothing etc. We also found dozens of highly specialized shops. One, for example, only sold little toy figures such as soldiers, kings, queens, politicians, farmers etc.; another shop specialized in first editions of old books, a third only sold hand-crafted writing papers. All offered superb quality.

The weather was cold but clear. It was a small price to pay for all the pleasures of our visit. Tourists were few but the locals were out shopping for Christmas. On December 8 we thought we heard carolers outside our hotel. When we opened the curtains, hundreds of Parisians were singing in a procession as they headed to St. Sulpice to celebrate the religious holiday of the Immaculate Conception. On another evening, when we crossed the Boulevard St. Germain des Pres, we saw that the entire street had been decorated with lights in the shape of champagne flutes with bubbles rising to the top. It was three of our best days of 2011.

Over the years we have really enjoyed our visits to Europe as the holidays approach. Dress warmly and savor the pleasures.

Scenes from the Paris Metro


New York Hotels: Forget the big names!

Next time you want to spend a few days in New York, forget the big name hotels such as the Ritz-Carlton, the Mandarin, the Waldorf Astoria and the others. Instead consider a luxurious, but much more personalized experience at The Surrey.

Though I vaguely knew of this boutique hotel that had once accommodated JFK, Bette Davis and Claudette Colbert, it was never top-of-mind until a recent 4-day stay in November.

A few years ago, a $60 million renovation turned The Surrey into a precious gem. Contemporary (without edginess or attitude), comfortable, welcoming, warm and personal – these are the descriptives that come to mind.

The rooms are spacious, well-planned for comfort (or for work) and highlighted by luxurious Duxiana beds and a pillow menu. You know that the bar, the restaurant and rooms service will be special since these functions are managed by celebrity chef Daniel Boulud.

Unlike the big hotels, the staff soon learns your name; for me, this was the best part. You can also expect warm, friendly and personalized service. They go out of their way to say ‘yes’.

Look carefully around the low-key lobby area for stunning works of art. My favorite is an arresting portrait of Kate Moss. Closer inspection reveals that this is not a photo; rather an amazing tapestry hung discreetly just past the elevators.

Located just steps from Central Park on the Upper East Side, they share the neighborhood with a number of museums (they enjoy a special relationship with the Whitney Museum), galleries, boutiques and restaurants. Walking in the neighborhood is great and comfortable.

We hope to go back before too long.

If you’re interested, let us help you become a VIP (and we’ll include continental breakfast and a spa credit) at The Surrey for your next New York City visit.

Don’t wait to visit Cambodia

Thursday, January 13, 2011
On the Mekong River at the Cambodian/Vietnamese border

Cambodia… visit the country soon.
Before it changes, before it’s spoiled.

After nearly a week in Cambodia, in Siem Reap (for the temple complex we call Angkor Wat) and cruising on the Tonle Sap River on board our riverboat, la Marguerite, we’ve been disarmingly charmed by the warm hospitality of the Cambodians. This is the country that lost a significant percentage of its population during the genocide by Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge regime between 1975 and 1979. So the country is young and very welcoming to visitors. Locals gladly pose for pictures without the demand for money. They welcome us into their simple accommodations. Many speak surprisingly good English in addition to their difficult and unique language.

Yesterday we stopped to visit a village known for its silk weaving. A young girl came up to me and asked, in English, “Where are you from?” She continued, “What is your name?” “How many brothers and sisters do you have?” “How long will you stay?” These are, of course, fairly easy phrases to memorize but the little girl went beyond those. When we asked her name, she said it was “Monika”. Of course, that was her English name; after all, her Cambodian name would be very difficult to remember.

I asked her if she knew any other language. She replied that she knew some German and French. Sure enough, she started talking to me in good enough German. Monika is ten years old.

Of course this is just one story from 1 of 9 million people. But it resembles the stories we heard from others. One of our travelers, Bob Carl, went to a bank to withdraw money (dollars, not Cambodian money) from an ATM. Since the bills he received were large, he went inside the bank. Though the bank was busy, a customer service lady came up to him and happily replaced his large bills with dollar bills and 5-dollar notes.

Not everyone speaks English; not everyone is as helpful or friendly. But our sense is that this is a great place to visit.

We’ve told you earlier about our visit to Angkor Wat and the surrounding temples in the extensive complex. In Phnom Penh, the country’s capital, we visited the stunning home of the King known as the Grand Palace. We also visited the grisly Killing Fields, where the Khmer Rouge executed millions and dispensed of their bodies in mass graves. Though that visit was, indeed, sobering, it was somehow even worse to visit the awful detention facility known as S-21 where thousands were incarcerated and brutally tortured before their eventual murder. The bare walls of the rooms where the prisoners were held almost spoke to us with the voices of the condemned.

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We’ve enjoyed La Marguerite. Accommodating just 88 guests and 44 crew members, we’ve been very comfortable during our cruise on two large river systems. The food has ranged from good to very good – we’ve particularly enjoyed the Asian dishes such as noodle soups, dim sum and, for lunch today, Luk Luk Beef. Though perhaps not as polished as an American cruise ship, the staff certainly makes every effort to please. The guides on our excursions ashore have been excellent.

We’re back in Vietnam again, this time in the southern region of the country. Unlike the temperatures in the north of the country, the air is quite warm and more humid. On Sunday we reach our final destination, Saigon, where we’ll spend the evening. There our group of travelers will dine in the former home of US Ambassador to South Vietnam, Henry Cabot Lodge. The next day, Monday, we begin our journey home.

Although there are a lot of congested chests and sniffles, we’re doing well.

Wish you were here!

 Paul and Christine

High Above Tehran – E-postcard 2 from India

We’re on our way home. Our particular flight from Delhi began at 5 am and takes us over Pakistan, the rugged mountains of Afghanistan and over Iran’s Tehran and Tabriz en route to Istanbul and home. Others took long non-stop flights directly to the US and five guests extended their journey to spend two days at a superb tiger reserve in central India. As we write we can see the rugged hills and snow-capped mountains of Turkey’s Kurdish region.

India’s national tourism office uses the slogan, “Incredible India”. While India is, indeed, incredible, we also find it nearly indescribable. Let us tell you about a recent day.

We left early this morning to visit Jaipur’s Amber Fort. There were a few gentle grumbles wondering why we were leaving so early and, after all, we had already seen two forts. We tried to reassure the troops that we had not lost our minds. When we approached the site and saw the magnificent fortress situated high astride the ridge of the mountain, the interest began to grow. At the entrance to the road leading up to the fort, we saw a long line of elephants waiting to take us up the mountain. This was getting interesting. While we waited to board our elephants, a local Rajastani man tied turbans on many of us. Properly equipped with regional headgear, we boarded the elephants and set off on our climb up the mountain. Touristy but fun.

And the fort? Stunning. Though abandoned to the elements hundreds of years ago, exposed to summer’s fiery heat, the seasonal monsoon rains and winter’s cold temperatures it remains an incredible structure. We walked through elegant courtyards, stunning rooms with walls inlaid with semi-precious stones, a hall of mirrors and tranquil gardens. We could only imagine the wealth of the Maharaja and the exqusite artistry and craftsmanship of the time.

Next we deviated somewhat from our itinerary to visit a small village. After some conversation with the elders, the villagers welcomed us in. Soon shy women clad in beautiful saris began to appear in the doorways, many of them with babies in their arms. Though this was a farm village, one young man (we thought he was about fourteen) told us in good English how he was enrolled in his first year of college studying engineering. When I inquired whether he would be able to find a job, he said that the demand for IT engineers was high. We peered into the homes, took our pictures, asked questions (and answered a few). Before we left the village, we walked to a nearby community school. With great pride the teachers proudly showed us their simple but tidy classrooms and we watched the kids play a game something like dodgeball. Before we left, the teachers assembled the kids to sing India’s national anthem for us. We loved the experience and so did the kids.

After a busy morning it was time for lunch. And what a lunch… We had planned a “Royal Welcome” at a beautiful hotel, once a residence owned by the Maharaja of Jaipur. When we approached the hotel a band played music the maharaja’s armies might have used a couple of centuries ago. A huge elephant, two camels, two horses and a curious monkey flanked the entrance to welcome us.

As the doors to the hotel opened, a pretty woman put a red bindi mark on our foreheads. As each couple entered the compound, a deep voiced man announced each traveler as we walked on a pathway specially lined for our arrival with thousands of rose and marigold petals. During an extensive lunch, a traditional Indian band played for a performance of Rajastanhi dance. (The lunch was delicious.) Before we returned to our hotel, we plunged into the crowds of the market to visit a spice merchant and to watch the preparations for India’s biggest festival of the year, Diwali, which begins November 5. A marvelous day.

We haven’t mentioned our visit to Agra and the Taj Mahal and two other World Heritage sights, the abandoned city of Fatepur Sikhri and our final two days in one of India’s most beautiful cities, Udaipur. Each of those visits deserves an individual postcard but we’ll let our returning travelers tell their tales. Meanwhile our minds are bursting with sights and experiences; it will take time to put everything in perspective. We could see that this huge country of is on the verge of a new greatness as its robust economy and rapid growth challenges China’s success. We’ll long remember the smiles of the attractive people, the women’s beautiful saris (the younger generation of women seem, increasingly, to prefer jeans), the grand temples and palaces, our evening and morning on the Ganges and the indescribable service in some of the world’s best hotels. A visit to India can be challenging and tiring and the flights are long. Yet, it’s the journey of a lifetime.

We can’t wait to go back to see more.

Wish you could have been with us,

Paul and Christine

Incredible, Inexplicable India – E-Postcard 1

Tuesday morning, Varanasi, India

Hello from one of the world’s oldest, continuously-inhabited cities and the birthplace of two of its largest religions, Hinduism and Buddhism. Yesterday evening we found ourselves riding in bicycle-powered rickshaws that plunged without hesitation into the thick of the indescribable pandemonium of fast-moving traffic en route to the shores of the fabled Ganges. Loud horns blared at us from cars, trucks, buses, tuk-tuks and motor scooters as they weaved around on both sides as they tried to pass or cross in front of us. Countless brightly-lit shops on both sides were filled with shoppers looking for saris, tires, vegetables, car parts, mobile phones, materials for the upcoming holidays, chips and snacks and condoms. India’s holy cows added to the bedlam as wandered through the crazy flood of traffic, seemingly oblivious to the chaos, or plopped themselves down in the middle of the occasional sidewalks.

When we reached the Ganges, we boarded a rickety looking (but sturdy) boat to watch the evening ceremonies performed by Hindu priests at the water’s edge at sundown every night of the year. Incense from the priests’ burners filled the air along with the clanging of hundreds of bells and the ritual chanting; all to bless Mother Ganges. When they raised large fire-filled chalices into the skies, signifying the conclusion of their ceremonies, our boatman rowed us downriver to watch the cremation ceremonies so important to Hindus. Right in front of us we watched 7-8 bodies burning rapidly on large pyres of wood consuming the departed as well as several bodies wrapped in brightly colored shrouds awaiting their turn. Each body was surrounded by the male members of the deceased’s family. To conclude the evening, a pretty little girl presented us with little saucer-sized bouquets of marigolds with a lighted candle in the center. As we gently lowered these little gifts to Mother Ganges into her waters, each of us prayed silently for the good health and fortune of our family and friends.

This is the best we can describe this overwhelming evening. The entire event is entirely foreign to anything we’ve ever experienced. We wouldn’t have missed it for anything but we relished the quietude in the sanctuary of our hotel.

We began this journey on October 22 as we arrived in India’s huge capital city, Delhi. Some of us flew eastward through Europe while some arrived from the other direction, flying through Asia. We’re so far away from Oregon that the flight time is about the same regardless of the direction we fly. It felt great to finally arrive in Delhi’s handsome new airport where our local host met us not in the baggage area with all the others but right at the end of the jetway from the aircraft and whisked us through lengthy immigration lines by taking us through the area reserved for officials and diplomats. Soon we reached our elegant hotel, the Taj Palace, where well-appointed Club Floor rooms awaited our arrival.

During the next two days we visited the handsome government buildings built by the British in the early 1900s, a magnificent structure (Humayans’s tomb) many call the precursor of the Taj Mahal and took off our shoes to visit the largest mosque in India. We boarded rickshaws to drive through the narrow lanes of Old Delhi while noisy commerce and tooting horns surrounded us. However the highlight of our stay in Delhi was our visit one evening to an Indian family. Our bus took us through Delhi’s dark neighborhoods to a newish 5-story building. We walked up four flights and rang the doorbell. There we met our charming hostess, Mrs. Prabeen Singh, along with her pretty daughter who recently began her practice as a child psychologist. During the next 45 minutes a series of fascinating local people arrived. Among them was the head of the Wall Street Journal in India, a Sikh gentlemen who publishes a prestigious journal on Indian affairs, a well-known physicist, an affable woman (who would host the King of Bhutan the following day at her accommodations at a noted tiger reserve), a woman who headed the department of comparative religions at a Delhi university, a coin expert and several others.

Our hostess, a noted cook, gave us a brief cooking demonstration and then we enjoyed fascinating conversation with her guests ranging from Indian-American politics (President Obama is scheduled to visit India in a few weeks), to family life, India’s school system, India’s struggles with Pakistan, Afghanistan and daily life in Delhi. We realized that it was a very unique (and enjoyable) opportunity to gain insight into this old but rapidly changing culture.

Tomorrow we depart Delhi for Agra where, in addition to the fabled Taj Mahal, we’ll see two additional UNESCO World Heritage sites and, just perhaps, do a bit of shopping. (The marble inlays and the jewelry are fantastic.) Meanwhile we’re all well and enjoying our visit to this remarkable country. We’ll write again in a few days.

Wish you were here!

Paul and Christine

Tuning it up for the good life in Italy

Perhaps you’ve followed our previous two blogs, “Villa hopping in Italy” and “Savoring the good Life in Sorrento,” We came to Italy last April to search for the perfect villa for our guests next May. Renting a villa in Italy to savor the Italian lifestyle is one thing. Yes, you must select your villa very carefully to avoid surprises. We spent a week last April inspecting villas, speaking with the owners, looking into every room to ensure what we booked was indeed what we wanted. After inspecting a number of villas, we were successful in finding the right villa, the right location and an owner who would work closely with us to ensure all of our needs were met (and we had a lot of requirements). Alas, we could check that part of the equation off of our list.

Once the villa was selected, we began work on a ten day program that would not only show our guests the region’s incredible beauty but would also immerse ourselves into the Italian way of life (and have a little fun along the way). This is not an easy task. If you have been to beautiful Sorrento, you know that as charming as it is, the city’s streets are filled with souvenir shops and almost as many Americans as we find at home. Though it’s fun to wander the narrow lanes filled with ceramics, limoncello, the region’s famed inlaid wooden boxes and other souvenirs a time or two, we want more from our visit.

The farmer, his wife and their neighbors welcomed us warmly under the arbor outside their rural home. “Buon giorno! Welcome to our farm”. This family grows the region’s iconic lemons (large, like oranges, but shaped more like a football), olives and an extensive array of vegetables. This charming couple is planning to welcome our guests next May at their hillside farm near Massa Lebrense (just outside Sorrento.)

As we walked along the pathway to a grove of olive trees we realized that to farm this mountainous region requires some ingenious planning. “These olives are now ready for the mill. The nets you see spread out on the ground beneath the trees will collect the olives when we begin to shake the trees.” His neighbors had come to assist him and he would help them with their harvest on another day.

The lemons in the beautiful groves are the size of small grapefruit and the sweetest we have ever tasted. Used to make limoncello – that delicious drink enjoyed by Italians (and us) everywhere — the lemons are so sweet that the woman of the house cut them into thin slices, sprinkled a bit of sugar on top and we popped them in our mouth, rind and all! Fantastico.

After glasses of freshly-squeezed lemonade, we departed to visit another home nearby. There the family bakes the region’s traditional bread in a wood-fired oven. On it went throughout our day; visiting homes, talking with the locals and getting a glimpse into their lifestyle in this region, Campagnia.

When Paul and I arrived earlier in Rome, we rented a car to drive to Sorrento (about 3 ½ hours with luck). Paul was trying to be a polite, defensive driver. Here, however, you need tunnel vision and guts to survive. We did manage to get through our week without incident except for scraping one outside mirror along an old stone wall – I consider that well done.

We arranged to stay at the very villa we planned to use for 2011. I needed to “feel” the home, taking note of what I would need to add to ensure it would be comfortable and pleasant for our guests next year.

Shortly after our arrival, Giuseppe Masa, our local partner, came to the Villa to meet with us. Giuseppe was born in Capri and grew up in Sorrento. His mother still lives there on her own at 86 years. Giuseppe was planning to show us some hidden treasures and experiences we might wish to incorporate into our program.

Over the next five days our program began to really take shape. We found a historic palace, just outside Ravello, that was never open to the public. The owner, who lived there with his housekeeper, had begun to restore it, room by room, to its original grandeur. We were delighted when he invited all of us to have dinner with him one evening. Outside, a couple of streets away, we met with a man who planned to open an outlet store for cashmere sweaters. Cashmere, of course, comes from India but who better to design and create magnificent sweaters than the Italians. His sweaters, created for Italy’s fine designers, retail for 450 euro or more but through our contact, our guests would have the opportunity to see the factory and purchase items at as much as two thirds less.

Ceramics play a large part in Italian design and function and we wanted to add a twist to it. So through our contacts, we stopped just outside Sorrento at a ceramic factory that actually makes and sells its ceramics to the tourist shops in the peninsula. Our guests would have the opportunity to see these ceramics in production and purchase them at an attractive savings before they ever reached the shops.

We dined at a different ristoranti or trattoria for lunch and dinner every day during this week (such a hardship!). We found that some restaurants, though well rated, were so filled with tourists you had trouble feeling you were in Italy at all. We searched for restaurants where locals dine – simple but delicious – after all, that’s the essence of Italian cuisine.

Our program is still a work on progress. But we’re delighted with our progress and feel this will be a very special experience in one of Europe’s most beautiful places.

Ciao for now,

Christine & Paul

PS – To view our complete villa brochure, go to www.finevoyages.com/signaturejourneys. Scroll down to our “Savoring the Good Life in Italy”.