From Barcelona we flew two hours to Italy, landing in Venice only to take a water taxi to the lobby of our hotel. That's a first! We are here just a few hours enroute to Milan, but we do manage to get lost for 90 minutes late in the night. It turns out that streets here almost all end at a waterway, a dock for boats. The water taxi that took us into the city, down a canal and right to the pier of our hotel, which was in a centuries-old building (all buildings here are centuries-old, actually) that was originally a monastery, then later a gondola factory before it was remodeled inside as a hotel. An evening and morning were spent in this unusual city, with its tiny alleys, canals, frontage paths and such. There are no cars here, at least past one area, Piazzale di Roma, where busses and taxis can cross a bridge and drop people off.
Otherwise transportation throughout the entire city is by foot, gondola and water taxis called vaporetto (plural: vaporetti), which are long, skinny power boats, frequently made of wood in the style that you would imagine from James Bond movies and such. It's so easy to get lost here because all the paths and foot bridges over the canals look pretty much the same. And boy did we get lost. So you can walk half a mile down a narrow alley, only to stop at the waters edge, brick walls rising five feet apart on each side and no way to continue. So back you (we) go, down another and another. Certainly there is a method that we don't understand, and we end up after midnight at our hotel. Siva clearly wants us to exercise more. It's a magical little city, though, and the people are wonderful.
Our train to Milan gives us a chance to write about the adventures in Spain, and two hours later we are met at the train station by Svamini Hamsanandaji and Svami Nityapriyananda from the alpine ashram in Italy's northwest.
Hamsananda is one of the founding members of the Svami Gitananda Ashram in Altare. She is absolutely sharp, intelligent and so warm and wonderfully friendly. She is in charge of their publications as well as their participation in the Italian Hindu Union (which just a few months ago accomplished with great effort to get Hinduism officially recognized as a religion by the Italian government), as well as likely other matters in the monastery. The 31-year-old Nityapriyananda is basically their Siddhidatta Kulam talaivar. He takes care of all the buildings and grounds at the monastery, with the only two other male monks as his team. He is so bright, so intelligent, so friendly, so disciplined. (More about them and their monastery and our brother and sister monks in a later post.)
The swamis from the monastery in the northwest had driven over five hours to pick us up and take us throughout the rest of the North to visit three temples in less than 24 hours on the way back to their monastery.
The four of us drive through the Milan countryside, which has grape vineyards as far as the eye can see, ending up at our B&B atop a hillock, complete with a small church. We get settled, then off we go to our first Hinduism Today interview in Italy, held at a small temple that is just beginning. In fact, that seems to be a pattern here. Some 20 years ago a large group of Panjabis arrived from India, eager for work, which was plentiful in those days. But in the intervening years Italy has suffered a rather severe economic depression, and what few jobs there are the Italians are inclined to give to their own. The Panjabi men struggle with support of their families, and many are leaving Italy for other European nations. This exodus is having an impact on the Hindu population in Italy, and many here are worried. Oops, we are moving into the HT story, back to the mission at hand.
The next day the four saffron-clad swamis move from one village temple to the next, gathering in each one with the leaders of the community and asking our questions about their history, their present circumstances and what they see for their future.
The two swamis from the Svami Gitananda Ashram were infinitely patient with our interviews, and have deep knowledge of Hinduism here in Italy and all over Europe, having been instrumental in the creation of the recently ratified Italian Hindu Forum which guarantees certain rights for Hindus here. We pass the long hours on the road talking about monastic life, about sannyas, gurus and our surprisingly similar missions. Of this, more soon.
Day's end comes as we pass Genova on the Mediterranean sea coast, then turn inland at Savona, to climb into the hills where the ashram is located. The paved road turns into a mountain trail, narrow and well-worn, passing through a forest of blossoming chestnut trees. Up and up we climb, around tight corners, mile follows mile. It seems to us to be late afternoon, but it's 9:30pm and the sun is just setting over the mountains on the other side of the valley. As we get out of the car, the bright orange sun is on our left and a smiling group of bright orange swamis are on the right, gathered to greet their Hawaiian sannyasin brothers. We are home!
This tale has had me laughing and crying. Wonderfully told….what an amazing experience. The description of being lost in Venice was wonderful! Been there. It was truly a privilege to contribute a bit of knowledge in the planning of this odyssey.
Don't let down. Success comes with consistency of conduct. Improve and control our mind and behavior standards twenty-four hours a day. Monistic Theism, our tradition, is a dual approach. Worshiping God on the outside; claiming and realizing God on the inside. Going deep within to find That which does not change. The path of Saivism: "Bhakti-raja-siddha yoga leading to oneness."
Master Course, Living with Siva, Merging with Siva, Dancing with Siva, Lesson 7.