Boston Sunday Globe

Ode to the best — and worst —ofmy summer holiday

- Text and photos by Omar Vega Omar Vega is the Globe’s print design director.

Ciao, summer. And grazie for the memories of sun-drenched Mediterran­ean shores — and the food. Oh yes, the food.

“Fa caldo!” Italians everywhere were saying. “It’s hot!” And it was. A recordbrea­king heat wave combined with massive crowds of what I referred to as “the zombie tourists” — hot, sweaty, irritated hordes — conspired against our visiting the most popular destinatio­ns, like the Colosseum in Rome or the Uffizi Gallery in Florence.

Dining out was our refuge, the meals our consolatio­n.

Because really, why linger on the misery when we could sip on a spritz to keep cool in the shade and dive into a giant bowl of sublime pasta?

These are the Proustian memories I take with me. Remembranc­es of times — and repasts — past.

Like the thirst-quenching granita al limone (lemon slushy) at a family-run lemon farm in Sorrento, served in the nick of time upon our (clammy) arrival.

After our dinner at the farm of melenzane alla parmgiana (eggplant parmesan), cheese-filled ravioli, and polpette (meatballs, but it sounds more delicious in Italian), the mamma herself, her hair sweat-plastered to her forehead, emerged from a tiny kitchen and cast a satisfied glance across the tables.

But we did do more than eat. Everywhere we looked, there were people to see — and to remember. The gelato-sticky masses trying to stay — or look — cool around the Trevi Fountain. Revelers enjoying a late night performanc­e of “Hey Jude” at the Piazza Trilussa in Rome’s Trastevere neighborho­od. Locals having a laugh and an aperitivo on a too-hot Roman side street.

There’s something about the efficiency with which my memory edits out the less enjoyable parts of vacationin­g, leaving a compilatio­n of greatest hits (or a form of denial?), so that, recalling it all, I think, OK, blistering hot, too expensive, overcrowde­d summer trip. Maybe you weren’t so bad after all.

My reentry blues have subsided. Now my nostalgia for the best of our European holiday has ripened to sweetness, like those giant, face-sized Amalfi Coast lemons.

 ?? ?? The gelato-sticky masses trying to keep cool around the Trevi Fountain in Rome in July.
The gelato-sticky masses trying to keep cool around the Trevi Fountain in Rome in July.
 ?? ?? Locals enjoyed a chat in the bustling Trastevere section of Rome.
Locals enjoyed a chat in the bustling Trastevere section of Rome.
 ?? ?? Revelers took in a live music performanc­e at the Piazza Trilussa in Rome’s Trastevere neighborho­od.
Revelers took in a live music performanc­e at the Piazza Trilussa in Rome’s Trastevere neighborho­od.
 ?? ?? Tourists preened for selfies around the Trevi Fountain.
Tourists preened for selfies around the Trevi Fountain.
 ?? ?? Granitas al limone (lemon slushies) hit the spot at a family-run lemon farm in Sorrento, Italy.
Granitas al limone (lemon slushies) hit the spot at a family-run lemon farm in Sorrento, Italy.
 ?? ?? A tree heavy with thirst-slaking lemons in Sorrento.
A tree heavy with thirst-slaking lemons in Sorrento.

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