Row after row after row of Olive trees. I haven’t even taken pictures of the miles and miles of vineyards. Driving to these villages has been a once in a life time adventure….something I’m not sure we could have done without the navigation of the brother in law and his inner italian voice….conoscenza…and the way HE learned to drive italian! While out with lunch with our Italian real estate agent translator, we learned that you, too, could live in one of these little villages for about $200 a month rent which would be living the beauty and being about 30 minutes from the Adriatic and beaches….Vasto is a beautiful small city with the beaches, the historic buildings and the Italian atmosphere. We spent Saturday evening in the heart of the downtown..having drinks on the piazza and roaming the streets and alleys. It may be a place we come back to in the future on a relaxing vacation without a schedule. I would need at least a couple days in Venice…Venezia and it is a short 4 hour train ride away…
Day 8 is a beach day then off to Pompeii tomorrow (Thursday).
Spent the day at home, Hotel Rio. After breakfast, had nap time. Then it was time for lunch. then it was time for walking along the beach. Did a little laundry. Then it was time for dinner. It’s now time for bed.
The view of Vasto from the hotel terrace:
Seems like a waste of time to miss one second of seeing Italy but we needed some down time and I really enjoyed the day!
I didn’t take a picture of the basil, tomato pasta that Gena and I had as one of our courses…but here are some of the offerings…I won’t make you guess who had what…but I wonder if you can figure out which one she and I ate!
We are going to bed now with the veranda door open. good night!
I didn’t get all of my pictures downloaded last night…Here’s a couple I thought were worth mentioning. We stopped at a sidewalk pizza restaurant for dinner. These little restaurants along the streets and sidewalks are so quaint and could not be replicated in the US mostly because of the history of the Italian cities and the atmosphere…I’m sure to the Italians…we are all tourists…but to us, the tourists, it is so easy to fall I into the mindset of being Italian…even for the day…it’s in the air….anyway…back to the pizza place…we were in an alcove with a tree growing in the corner…the ceiling was actually the tree branches and leaves and the night sky was visible between the leaves…Gena was fascinated…she is going to love this picture of herself.
He has just not been impressed with the Italian beer he has tried
Too hoppy whatever that means…
I snapped this picture of the boys setting up the water taxi service for this morning before we settled in for the night. Settled In Is not exactly what we did…He and I couldn’t sleep…I think we finally shut off the light around 2 and got our wake up call at 5.
Found out how supplies are delivered to the businesses in this canal city while waiting on a bridge this morning. The long boats pull up to the taxi pick up corners and they unload onto carts and are then pushed around the city for delivery. While I was standing on the bridge taking in the view, one of the long boats slowly meandered down the canal under me and I had a freakish movie scenario go thru my head ….of me….(feel free to fill In The movie characters)…jumped from the bridge onto the boat and ran across all of the boxes and jumped the driver. Shortly our water taxi arrived…couldnt park next to the sidewalk so we had to step down on the delivery boat and walk across it to board the taxi. I had already been wondering how brave I was going to be stepping from the sidewalk down to the taxi. I’m thankful the real scenario had not been entertained in my already fertile imagination.
Still dark, we traveled down the Grand Canal to the train station. It was like a movie!
Boarded the train, rented the car and fell asleep on the beach of the Adriatic Sea in Vasto…I’ll fill in the blanks later.