When in Italy, use a moka express

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The morning after my arrival in Rome I found myself staring at this small metal object thinking to myself, what is this contraption and how do I use it?

That contraption turned out to be a stovetop coffee maker called a Moka Express. Although originally created and patented by Alfonso Bialetti in 1933, it was actually his son Renato Bialetti who mass-produced and marketed the Moka Express coffee pots to a success.

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Bialetti Moka Express coffeemakers in the Campo de’ Fiori

Renato Bialetti recently passed away at 93 on February 11, 2016 in Switzerland. His funeral was held in Bialetti’s hometown of Montebuglio, Italy. According to The Telegraph, “His three grown-up children – Alfonso, Antonella and Alessandra – decided to honour his life’s work by placing their father’s ashes in a giant version of the coffee pot.”  Strange, but oddly fitting right?

The giant Moka Express that contained Bialetti’s ashes was then placed in the family tomb in the neighboring town of Omegna.

His father, Alfonso Bialetti, designed the Moka Express to be an aluminum, octagonal-shaped coffee maker that consists of three main parts. The bottom part is used for the water to boil. The middle part is the strainer for coffee grounds to be placed in. The top section is where the coffee flows into after enough pressure has built up to push the water through the coffee grounds and into the top.

I stared blankly at this eight-sided hunk of metal for a solid two minutes in my groggy, still-trying-to-wake-up state. After unscrewing and examining the different pieces, I realized that preparing the coffee was actually quite simple.

So without further ado, here’s how to make your coffee using your Bialetti Moka Express.

Step 1) Make sure you actually have a Moka Express. If you don’t, go out and find one or order one here. Coffee grounds are also important to have.

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Step 2) Unscrew the top section from the bottom. You should end up with 3 parts.

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Step 3) Fill the bottom with water up to the line or just slightly below.

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Step 4) Place the strainer (the middle part,) into the pot you just filled with water. If you see water leak through the holes into the strainer, you have too much water.

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Step 5) Fill the strainer all the way up with your coffee grounds, but don’t pack it down. (You can also alternatively switch steps 4 and 5 and fill the strainer up with coffee first before placing it into the pot.)

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Step 6) Screw the top section on all the way and place the Moka Express onto the stovetop. Turn the stove on to medium-to-low heat. (You don’t want the coffee to burn or boil over!) Wait until the coffee starts to bubble up to the top and give it another 1 or 2 minutes. (You should be able to hear it.)

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Step 7) Pour your coffee out into a cup and voila! Milk and/or sugar are optional.

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Renato Bialetti took over the Bialetti company in 1947. According to The Local, Renato “launched a huge marketing campaign, renting billboards in major Italian cities and became a mascot for the brand, printing a caricature of himself ordering a coffee on each pot.” Moka Express pots can now be seen in most households within Italy and are sold worldwide.

Gaia Coltorti, 24, is an intern at the University of Washington Rome Center who shares the same coffee habits as me. I’ve been using my Bialetti Moka Express every morning and I asked her how often she uses hers. “Almost every day, every morning,” Gaia stated.

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You can get a Moka Express in a variety of colors and sizes

I came across Masin Bathan, a vendor who sells a variety of Bialetti products in the Campo de’ Fiori. When asked how long he has been selling these products for, Masin told me, “a very long time.”

In my apartment, I only have the one cup Moka Express. “One and two cup is the most popular,” Masin said.

The coffeemakers are made up to a 12 cup serving size. Sometimes I think I could use a larger one because the “cups” are really just espressos and honestly, that’s just not enough for me. You can call me a basic American girl but I’m not ashamed to admit that I miss my grande vanilla lattes.

Bialetti claimed that the Moka Express allowed anyone to make “in casa un espresso come al bar,” or, an “espresso in the home just like one in the bar.”

Here’s to Renato Bialetti, who changed the world of modern coffee-making in the Italian household. May he rest in peace.

 

I just want to breathe in fresh air

Living Abroad, Roma, Study Abroad, Travel

Having fresh air to breathe was never something I fully appreciated until I was trapped in the corner of a plastic box full of cigarette smoke.

One of the most distinctive differences between Italy and the United States is the abundance of smoking here. Italy has recently implemented some new smoking laws, but I haven’t seen any immediate behavioral changes.

According to ISTAT, the number of smokers in Italy for 2013 was 21.1 for every 100 people, aged 14 and older. That’s about 12,624,130 smokers in a population of 59.83 million.

My eyes felt dry and heavy. My hair and clothes were absorbing the smoke. I was choking on the polluted air and I actually thought that asphyxiation was a possibility. There I was, sitting in the corner of the plastic covered outdoor seating of Blanc Caffé in the town of La Spezia.

The raindrops couldn’t be heard over the blasting pop music, but I could see the rain pouring down onto the ground just outside the clear plastic. My companions and I still had 2.5 more hours until our train departure. There was nowhere for us to go.

I have never had a huge problem with breathing in small amounts of cigarette smoke. Most of the time when I’m just passing by a smoker, it doesn’t bother me. But being stuck in a small enclosed space with at least half of the customers lighting up their cigarettes and essentially creating a hot box made me realize that I was not okay with this.

Most of the customers looked young; it seemed like this café was a popular after school hang out spot. In Italy, there is no minimum smoking age, but it is illegal for tobacco to be sold to anyone under 18. Prior to 2013, the age limit was 16.

Albert Hessler, a man I met on the night of the Superbowl at Scholar’s Lounge has lived his life in both Italy and the States. He started smoking at age 16 and continued to smoke for 10 years. He had quit smoking for 4 months but started up again recently “for social reasons mainly.” Albert is 26 now.

“I think you should be 21 to smoke,” Albert said.

I asked him why he thought that.

“Because it’s a very dangerous choice and 18 isn’t old enough,” said Albert.

New smoking laws for Italy came into effect three weeks ago on Feb 2, 2016. These new laws come with some sizable fines. If you get caught grounding a cigarette, that’ll be €300. It’ll cost you €650 if you get caught smoking in a car with children or pregnant women and another €500 for smoking around a hospital. So unless you’re made of cash, don’t do it.

But if you’re interested in the new laws, here is a comprehensive list that The Local has created for your viewing pleasure.

Will these new laws really change anything? I don’t know. I’ve seen at least a dozen people within the past few days toss their cigarette butts onto the ground and one of them could not have been older than 15.

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8 cigarette remains on the ground. Photo courtesy of Jennifer McGinty. You can check out her blog here

Albert’s girlfriend, Ilaria Nucci, is a 26-year-old Italian native who first moved to Rome to attend university. Ilaria estimated that the average age to start smoking cigarettes is 16.

I asked her about why she thought kids started to smoke at such an early age. “To be cool. Peer pressure,” Ilaria said.

30 minutes after leaving the café, I was still able to pat down my jacket sleeves and visibly watch the cigarette smoke float up into the air. I’m looking forward breathing in some crisp, clean air.

I should’ve listened to my mom

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Last week I made the mistake of forgetting my wallet in a foreign country and in that moment, I recalled my mom’s wise words of always keeping emergency cash on me.

As I transition into real adulthood, I’ve come to the realization that my mom really is wonderful. So why is it always so hard for me to (begrudgingly) acknowledge when my mom is right?

When I left for college three and a half years ago, my mom told me to always have cash stashed away somewhere, just in case of an emergency. And every time I visit home, she always reminds me of this very thing.

So on the advice of those wiser than me, please make sure to:

  1. Have emergency cash tucked away somewhere in your purse, jacket, shoe, anything.

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    Mom, I should’ve listened to you earlier. Emergency cash is a must.

  2.  Check that you have enough cash before ordering. Or check if the place takes card. – Natalie Kennedy, blogger of An American In Rome
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Many places in Italy are cash only and you really don’t want to be in the situation I was in. Gif created by HenryK788 on Imgur..

Let me be clear. Liz and I were not trying to dine-and-dash. I don’t know if it was the exhaustion, forgetfulness, or both, but we somehow both managed to forget our wallets on that fateful Wednesday. So here we were, sitting outside at a corner table of a café in Monti, unable to pay a €6 bill.

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Our coffees that totaled out to 6 euro

Liz nervously laughed at our unfortunate predicament. I was terrified of what would happen to us. Would we have to wash dishes in the back? There wasn’t enough time for us to go back to our apartments and come back to Monti to pay our bill before class.

The older Italian woman with the red hair stood behind the register, menacingly communicating to us in Italian. She did not speak English and we had no clue what she was saying. She pointed to my phone and I proceeded to hand it over. Her intent was to keep my phone until we came back with the money, preventing us dining and dashing.

A few days later, I was sitting at a different café, Er Baretto. I asked George Eskindar, the waiter, about situations like these. “How do you know if they [the customers] are lying?

“From the eyes. The eyes say everything.”

Luckily for us, the other waiters talked the red haired woman into letting us go. They were extremely kind and told us not to worry about it. To this day, I still wonder if it was the terror in our eyes or our distressed demeanor that softened their hearts to let us go.

Nonetheless, I have managed to learn from this horrifying experience. After talking to expert traveler Natalie, I’ve come up with a checklist of what to always carry with you.

Before you leave the house, please double-check that you have:

1. Cash and/or a bank card

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I know it’s rare to carry cash on ourselves back in the States, but it’s crucial to have cash here in Europe

2. Various forms of ID

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This means a passport or passport copy, your license and/or student ID (being a student comes in handy in many places,) and your approved documentation that states you’re legally allowed to be here.

 

3. Your keys

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“Locksmiths are ridiculously expensive. I mean, 300 euro to come on a weekend? The one time this happened to me, I waited around until Monday to pay just 50 euro. I also never forgot my keys again.” – Natalie

4. Your phone

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Self-explanatory really. I can’t even count the number of times where I absolutely needed to get in contact with my parents and they didn’t have their phones on them.

5. A metro/bus pass

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Because minimal walking. Also please make sure to have the receipt for the bus pass with you.

Now that you have this list and the wisdom of the more experienced, go forth and hope that you don’t repeat my mistake. Remember to actually apply your mom’s advice to your life and give her a call soon. I know I’ll be calling mine this weekend.

That Really Long First Day

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3 airports, 2 flights, 1 car ride, and 30 hours of no sleep. I think I can safely say that traveling from my home in Southern California, to LAX, to LHR, to FCO, and finally to my new home in Rome, was absolutely exhausting.

In addition to my general tiredness, my first day was off to a rather rough start. After sweating profusely throughout each airport, I managed to successfully claim my luggage, and with the 7 others I had traveled with on the last flight, we found the drivers that would take us to our apartments. Upon leaving the U.S., we were told that because we arrived after the Rome Center closed, the drivers would take us directly to our apartments and give us the keys to them. When meeting the drivers, we found that there was a bit of a language barrier, and the driver was very confused and had a very hard time finding my apartment. In total, I was in the car for a good hour and a half. At this point, my new roommate and I were still keyless and did not have the numbers of our other two roommates, but a woman actually showed up to give us the keys. (I actually still have no clue how that one worked out, but my theory is that the driver somehow managed to contact her amidst all of the earlier confusion.) Then we struggled with trying to fit our giant suitcases into the tiny elevator, trying to figure out how the elevator actually worked, and trying to find our actual apartment (there was no number to indicate which one was ours). After all of that, we FINALLY made it in. As a side note, the apartment complex I’m in is absolutely adorable and is basically what I’ve imagined every Italian home to look like.

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After settling in a bit, my roommate and I were pretty ravenous at this point, so we decided to get dinner. We ended up getting takeaway (also known as takeout to us) lasagna, and headed back up to our apartment. We struggled with the front gate lock for about 5 minutes, but were lucky that someone exited the building and let us in. Then we couldn’t get our apartment door open at all, and we were “locked out” for at least an hour. The worst part of being locked out was that we couldn’t even eat the delicious lasagna that we had for lack of utensils. The landlord finally arrived, and we felt pretty dumb because he unlocked the door in just ONE try. I chalked it up to the fact that you apparently need very strong fingers to work the huge key in this door. (Okay but seriously, I have also never seen, nevertheless use, a key this big before!)

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Following that whole ordeal, I was finally able to go to bed after multiple struggles within 30 hours. I was so thankful that my day was over and here’s to a new, exciting adventure studying abroad in the beautiful city of Rome. Until next time, ciao!