JS0 On the Go: Bergamo

Bergamo Square
The beautiful Piazza in Bergamo with my adorable Italian sister Emma. I am tilting my head to show where my Italian dad proposed to my Italian mother.

After a long day of chasing 50 rugrats from scavenger hunts to Iced Lolly snack breaks there is nothing better than coming home to a hug from an Italian mother who has a warm meal and washing machine at the ready.  Between evening bike rides, pizza dinners with the Jet Set crew and World Cup viewings at the local pub I have not actually had a free moment to get my clothes in the wash and I am one day away from wearing a bathing suit bottom, but I take comfort knowing that I have a home here waiting for me.

My “dad” owns a restaurant with his two brothers and it is closed Tuesdays so that is my parents’ date night.  This week they brought me along for an outing to the beautiful Bergamo, a mountain town just at the foothills of the Alps.

The way up
The way up: to get up to Bergamo (in the Alps) you have to take this trolley, called a funicular, up the mountain. It's a scenic ride.

My mom — who is fluent in English — told me a story about a great knight named Calliones (cal – ee- own -ehs) who won so many battles everybody told him he must have an extra pair of balls (my mom did have trouble finding the right word for balls here so I had to help here out and it was awkward).  In honor of the great knight, the city sculpted a set of three balls into the iron gate at the church.  People come and rub the balls in hopes that they will have the same strength heroic strength of Callienes.  Thus — according to my mother but no Googleable sources  — was born the Italian phrase “big Cajones like Calliones.”

I had to rub Calliones' cajones just in case the legends are true
My Italian Fam
My Italian Fam

2 thoughts on “JS0 On the Go: Bergamo”

  1. Haha,

    Thanks for sharing that. Aside from the the “Big Cajones” story (which certainly will stay firmly planted in my memory from the laughter) your depiction of life in an Italian family sounds comforting to think of. After a few years on the road its nice to imagine a hug from an Italian Momma. I grew up with a couple Italian families and they leave a long lasting impression with their humour, passion, and great stories. Cheers.

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