Badolato. It is not often that one can visit a town that has your last name. A town that has existed with that name since before medieval times, and perhaps the place where my husband's ancient ancestors once lived. When my husband and I visited Calabria, Italy, last summer we knew we would have to drive north along the Ionian Sea coast to visit Badolato, for although my husband had no relatives there, or knew of any that had come from there, how could we resist seeing this beautiful town perched high on a hilltop, 790 feet (240metres) above the sea? A town was founded in the early 10th century by Robert Guiscard, Duke of Calabria, a Norman leader who decided to build a "peaceful town" where before only a few shepherds existed, and where he built a fortified castle? A place of many periods and peoples, both past and present. A place where possibly boulders were thrown at Ulysses by giants, as he sailed by on his legendary voyage of the Odessey? Please remember, that all photos and collages in this post will enlarge, for easier viewing of details, if clicked on To give you a better idea of where Badolato is located you can refer to this map. Calabria is at the bottom of the "boot" of Italy -- seen in the green image on the right of the map. Badolato is located in the province of Catanzaro in Calabria, close to the Ionia Sea, near the heel of the boot, as seen in the red circle. When we visited my husband's hometown of Gioiosa Ionica--click here--we were in the province of Reggio Calabria, located further south down the sole of the boot. If you enlarge the photo you can see the distance between the towns. The drive from Gioiosa Ionica to Badolato was pleasant. The roads are in good condition and offer beautiful glimpses of the sea. We were excited at our first glimpse of Badolato Superiore as we approached it from the newer marina section. Badolato suffered many devastating earthquakes, the last in 1783, and also a disastrous flood in 1951, and so the massive castle that once stood at Badolato's very top had to be demolished in the 1970s as its condition was too dangerous. Badolato is surrounded by winding medieval-era stone walls and a road that leads up and around to the top. The buildings and churches clung to the hillside at precarious angles and made me wonder as to how they were built! The panoramic views as we drove up revealed the coast and the Ionian Sea, deep valleys, high mountains, and rolling hills full of olive trees. Badolato is known as an area of olive oil and wine production, as well as companies that breed cattle, sheep, pigs, and goats. In the olden days, as in many areas of Calabria, women hand-loomed woolen blankets and fabric. In fact, my husband remembers playing under the loom his mother used in their home as a child. When we entered the town at the top we parked in the Piazza Castello, the large space where the castle once stood. It was already 2:00 PM, and we knew if we did not stop for lunch everything would soon close for the afternoon siesta. Southern Italy still keeps the tradition of a large meal midday lunch around 1:00 PM, followed by shops closing during the heat of the day, until around 4:00 PM, and then reopening afterward. Many people nap or relax at home during those hours. We stopped at the bar/pizzeria on the left in the photo above, but the woman who worked there told us they were no longer serving but suggested a place across the piazza which served a traditional stuffed eggplant dish that we enjoyed. After lunch, we walked the quiet winding, and narrow streets of the town. I was puzzled by the decoratively twisted tablecloths hanging across the streets from opposing balconies but thought they looked lovely. It was almost as if the town was welcoming us! I found out later from an ex-pat American blogger who lives in Badolato, Michelle, of Bleeding Espresso, that the tablecloths were hung as an art and architecture festival was going to be held in Badolato that week. I had hoped to meet Michelle, as I discovered her blog many years before, and also follow her on Instagram and Facebook, but unfortunately, that did not happen. I did not have a way to contact her immediately and since it was the siesta hour she was at home resting. Michelle is a talented writer and has published a wonderful e-book available on Amazon, called 52 Things to Do and See in Calabria, which I highly recommend if you are thinking of visiting this part of Italy one day. We walked past one of the remaining partially standing watchtowers that once guarded the city. I admired many of the magnificent doors we passed along the way... ..and all the different eras of the town revealed in both its ancient and newly refurbished and modernized architecture. The population of Badolato has dwindled over its thousands of years, especially after World War II when Southern Italy was very impoverished. Its people immigrated to the United States, Canada, Argentina, Brazil, Germany, Switzerland, and Australia. Now there is a very small year-round population in the hundreds. It may be the reason that Badolato is a welcoming place now for new immigrants seeking a new life. You can read a story at this link about how in 1997 a boat full of Kurds fleeing oppression landed near Badolato and were welcomed into the city. Tourism has also been a boom, and some native Italians from the north and Europeans and Americans have bought properties as vacation homes. After walking the inner streets of Badolato we found a path that encircled the outer walls of Badolato and had more stunning views of the valley, sea, and southern part of the town. Hanging down from the walls we saw prickly pear fruit hanging from long cacti. In Italy the fruit is called "fichi d'India," but the genus of the cacti is Opuntia ficus-indica. My husband has fond memories of eating ripe fichi d'India as a child in his hometown, and could not resist picking one to sample. I think this will also be a memory he will always treasure! We did not want to leave Badolato, but we knew we had to return to Gioiosa Ionica to meet family and see more of the preparations for the Feast of Saint Rocco. Although we did not get to visit any of the many churches of Badolato, as they were closed during siesta, and we did not see many people or open shops, it was such a wonderful experience for us to visit this town and it won our hearts in a way that can only be because there is an ancient connection there that can't be explained. I felt that same connection when we visited Ireland a few times years ago. There is a definite sense of the familiar, a sense of "deja vu" that is priceless. A last peek at the town as we drove back down the hill... ...with a hope that we will return one day... ...to see Badolato again. There were other wonderful towns we had the opportunity to visit while we were staying in Gioiosa Ionica in Calabria, including two that had 10th-century castles that still were standing and another town which is known for its excellent water that enables the preparation of a culinary delight it is famous for. They will be featured in future posts. Of course, I'll also be blogging about life here in Colorado. Please visit me again!