Italy days 48-49: The Duino Elegies

October 6th: Our B&B had a cute breakfast bar that included a milk-foaming machine.

It rained heavily all day, so we didn’t do anything or go out, except for dinner.

Pastas for first course
Chicken with ratatouille and potatoes, plus grilled vegetables, for second course.

October 7th: Duino is famous for many things. On September 5, 1906, Ludwig Boltzmann hanged himself here while on vacation with his wife and children. He had been in bad health, and depressed because most mainstream scientists rejected his theories. He should have stuck around; over the next few years his ideas were spectacularly vindicated. But remember, we’re talking about a time when (for example) over half of all chemists didn’t think atoms were real. Defenders of physics orthodoxy could be real assholes, just like today. He had to put up with a lot of criticism from e.g. Ernst Mach and the logical positivists.

Crudely, logical positivism says that you should not have anything in your theories that does not correspond to something you can either perceive directly or measure with instruments. No one had seen an atom, and no one had detected a single atom with an instrument; therefore, any theory talking about atoms was automatically flawed, malformed, grotesque, and entirely the wrong way to think about things.

This was the kind of pompous idiotic shit that drove Boltzmann to suicide.

Bohr and Heisenberg were logical positivists. Heisenberg’s “matrix mechanics” painstakingly avoided talking about what actually happens inside an atom. It was all like, here are the inputs, and here are the outputs, and that’s all you can ever know.

It seems sensible to discard all hope of observing hitherto unobservable quantities, such as the position and period of the electron… Instead it seems more reasonable to try to establish a theoretical quantum mechanics, analogous to classical mechanics, but in which only relations between observable quantities occur.

Werner Heisenberg, quoted in Helge Kragh, Quantum Generations: A History of Physics in the Twentieth Century (1999), p.161

Meanwhile, Schrödinger had been taking de Broglie’s theory of particle waves seriously. There must be some sort of wave mechanics that described how they behaved. At a gathering, an older physicist scoffed at the very idea. “How can you have a wave theory when you don’t have a wave equation?”

It was a reasonable objection. There’s a wave equation for how water moves, another for how sound travels through air, another for a guitar string or a wiggled slinky. You aren’t considered to understand any of those phenomena until you can write down the wave equation and solve it.

So Schrödinger tried to devise such a wave equation. He had most of the key ideas by December 1925, when he went on a ski vacation with his girlfriend. (His wife, who knew, was having an affair with mathematician Hermann Weyl at the time, and was probably happy to have him out of the house.) All the pieces finally fell into place, and he came down off of the mountain in January with the now-famous Schrödinger equation.

It was a horror to the positivists. Heisenberg wrote to Pauli, “The more I think about the physical portion of Schrödinger’s theory, the more repulsive I find it…. What Schrödinger writes about the visualizability of his theory “is probably not quite right”; in other words it’s crap.”

But it wasn’t crap. It explained everything. Spectroscopy. Atomic bonds and chemistry. Crystals, and eventually transistors and integrated circuits. Nobel prize after Nobel prize followed. The positivists had been spectacularly wrong again.

However, I didn’t come to Duino because of Schrödinger, or because of Boltzmann (whose grave-shrine is in Vienna). I came because of Rainer Maria Rilke, who lived in Castello di Duino as a guest of Princess Marie von Thurn und Taxis. The Duino Elegies were started here in 1912. Many of Rilke’s poems are dedicated “to” or “for” someone, but when he finally finished the Elegies in 1922 he called them “property of” Princess Marie.

The castle construction started in 1389.
There’s a large park and gardens next to it.
The ruins of an earlier 11th century castle are nearby.

And before I knew it, we had arrived at the holy of holies; the balcony where Rilke heard the first line of the first Elegy: Wer, wenn ich schriee, hörte mich denn aus der Engel Ordnungen? (“Who, if I screamed, would hear me among the ranks of angels?”)

At least, that’s the myth. Duino Castle was heavily damaged by bombing in WW I, and had to be rebuilt. Maybe this balcony survived, maybe it was reconstructed. And a different story says that Rilke was walking the trail along the cliffs in the background. But we desire certainty, so we say: It was here.

But there was still a lot more castle to explore.

On the parapets

Rilke would have been comfortable here, as the castle was luxuriously furnished.

Finally, it was time to leave the castle and embark on the “Rilke walk”.

A short stub of the hike leads back towards the castle.
There are many nice viewing points, some with benches. These were repurposed from WW I anti-aircraft installations manned by the Austro-Hungarian K. u. K. Kriegsmarine. They would not have been there yet in RIlke’s time.
Looking back at the castle.

After the hike, we headed back to our B&B, checked out, and got on the road again.

One last view of Duino Castle on our way out of town.

Lunch was meat grilled on a metal skewer, which came to the table sizzling hot.

Then we drove all the way to Poreč, Croatia. Dinner was less elaborate, just Croatian fast food.

Carol got squid rings, and I went for ćevapi again.

Italy day 47: Fontanella to Duino

October 5th: Our B&B came with breakfast, which turned out to be coupons for a bakery two blocks away

Carol got a fruit pastry, and I got a croissant sandwich. Note the wiggly spoon hooked over the cup rim.

Fontanella is an ancient town, going back at least to a fort built in the 5th century.

La Porta di Sopra, part of the ancient boundary wall (but possibly remodeled at a later date).
The master tower complex.
It has a moat.
The inner courtyard.

We chose to drive back roads through this part of Italy, which is rated very high for “quality of life”. We stopped for lunch at a random restaurant, but the food was excellent.

First course. Carol is a gnocchi-holic, but I opted for the squid pasta. Both the gnocchi and pasta were handmade.
We split one second course. Veal, in a lemon-caper-mint sauce that was amazing.

After lunch, we walked around the town square and got some gelato.

The weather cleared up to merely cloudy as we continued our long drive to Duino. But we arrived around 7 PM, and it was hard to find an open restaurant. We finally ate at Dama Bianca down by the water.

Switzerland day 45: The Climbs of Grindelwald (part 3)

October 3rd: We bade farewell to Grindelwald and headed out. But our 3-day pass was still good, and we had one more mountain to climb. So we drove to Wilderswil and took the 1893 cog railway up to Schynige Platte. (On the first day, we didn’t do First. But on the second day, we did First first.)

The first part of the hike was going from the hotel to the Daube (the rocky peak) and around it to the overlook point beyond it.
The overlook point, looking back at Daube.

At that point, I suddenly discovered that my camera had a panorama feature. What can I say, I’m old and slow.

Looking down at the town of Interlaken (“between lakes”).

From the overlook, we basically followed the ridgeline to the right, towards Oberberghorn.

The ridge part of the trail, with a lake on the left, and the valley below Oberberghorn on the right.
The ridge got sharper and steeper …
… but the views down the Interlaken side got increasingly spectacular.

Eventually though, the ridge ended at the Oberberghorn.

Oberberghorn. We cut back right at the yellow sign, and headed back by a lower route.
But not before taking one more panorama of Interlaken.
The trail back to Daube. The rest of the hike was somewhat boring, and I was somewhat exhausted, so no pictures.
An hour later, we were back on the train.

Once we got back down, it was time to drive to Italy. The weather was overcast, but otherwise it was pretty scenic.

We stopped for lunch at a famous street-food stand called Sweet Ride, in Bönigen (near Interlaken).

I had the Lachs sandwich (foreground) with a ginger beer, while Carol went for Prosciutto. Then we had ice cream for dessert.
We got to watch swans in the lake while eating.

A bit further down the rod, we heard there was this famous waterfall near Meiringen. We drove close to the top of it, over an incredibly narrow road, only to find that there was no place to park at all, except for guests of a small hotel there. So we turned around and headed back down, without even a glimpse.

Even from the ground, you can barely see any of it.

There was a small car offering rides to the top, but we just missed one, and didn’t want to wait for the next.

So, we left it behind and continued on our journey. As we climbed out of the Swiss Alps towards the Italian Alps, there were lots of scenic views with other waterfalls.

Finally, we crossed the Sustenpass (2224 m) and could start descending.

Finally we made it into Italy. Our lodging that night was at a pizzeria, Della Torre, up on a hill overlooking Como. It was pouring rain and we had a hard time finding it, but once settled we had an excellent dinner in the restaurant.

Carol had the grilled mixed fish (sea bream, salmon, shrimp, prawn, squid, monkfish), while I had a Milanese risotto with quail breast and porcini mushrooms.