LIFE IS FULL OF SURPRISES
“A story to me means a plot where there is some surprise. Because that is how life is – full of surprises.”
-Isaac Bashevis Singer
Our last day in Pescara, we decided to take the bus to a little historical village called Citta Sant´Angelo. While waiting for the bus, Karl went to a gas station nearby to buy water when an Italian-Irish man called Carl Smyth started to talk to him. Just a few lines were exchanged before Karl joined me at the bus stop. Carl (the Italian- Irish man) is a collector of Volkswagen and was repairing one of his cars from the 60´s while we waited for the bus. After waiting for 15 minutes and no bus was arriving, Karl went to talk to Carl and asked for his opinion about the village Citta Sant Angelo and if the journey was worth going. While chatting with Carl for a while, he invites us to another, better (Carls word), village called Loreto Aprutoni where his vineyard and olive farm is located. Loreto is a wonderful medieval town located at a hill about 20 km from the coast, in the Abruzzo region of Italy. Carl thinks that Abruzzo is the new Toscany and now I can see why. In this region you can swim and sunbath only three hours away from skiing resorts and the villages along the road are very genuine and “Italian”-like. Carl dropped us of in Loreto and we walked around in this small village for an hour and the Carl picked us up again and took us to his vineyard where we also met his wife. Carl barbecue and while waiting for the dinner, we drank German beer and I got a glass of his home made wine (amazing) and talked all night long. Later on Carl gave us a lift home in his Volkswagen from the 60´s.
Sometimes, life is strange and you never know who you will meet and what you will do. I had almost forget the kindness and hospitality a stranger can give to another and Carl Smyth and his wife showed and remind me of this, and I´m deeply grateful to have meet him. Some days you will remember forever, and this day was one of them.
We had a great last day in Pescara. We run into an irish man who invited us to his vineyard in Loreto Aprutoni. Have to rush now (we just arrived in Milan and have to eat something), but here is yesterday look.
Dress: H&M/ Necklace: Vintage/ Handbag: Primark/ Shoes: H&M
TO BE CONTINUED….
Some pics from our week in Montesilvano, a village near Pescara.
Tomorrow its out last day here in Montesilvano and as always, its hard to say goodbye and leave. The village Montesilvano is extremely relaxing, amazing weather and the restaurants are cheaper and tastier than the ones in Rome. But I would not recommend to travel to Montesilvano if you want to party and site seeing and not expect luxury. If you want to eat, sunbath and live cheap, here is the right place! A positive thing about Montesilvano is that you are always surrounded by lovely Italians and you can truly feel the Italian culture and traditions, in other words here are only a few tourists from abroad (like us). On the other side, almost nobody here speaks English and its pretty hard to communicate with the locals and do simple stuff, like order a meal.
Next and final stop: Milan.
Half a meter long pizza
Happy Karl waiting for his food order.
Yummy olive bread
Walk near the beach
We have finally arrived in the lovely seaside resort Pescara. Pescara is the capital of the Abruzzo region of Italy. Our arrivel was kind of dramatic, here is the Pescara story:
We first took the bus from Rome to the central of Pescara and the plan was to take the easiest way to the hotel, which was also by bus. Unfortunately we were a bit confused because we got different information on how and which bus that will take us to the hotel. Some people told us one direction while others told us the other direction and always different bus numbers. Finally we decide to get on a bus we were recommended, number 3, and Karl went to the bus driver to double-check if we are on the right direction. Of course it was the wrong bus and the bus driver informed us that the bus we are looking for will stop at the next bus-stop, so we went off the bus. After waiting a while at the bus-stop, we decided to stop being such adventurers and take a taxi instead. Soon we discovered that my laptop bag was gone and of course we panicked. We thought we forgot the bag on the bus and told the taxi driver to hunt down the bus nr 3 instead of the initial instructions; to go to the hotel. However, the taxi driver had other intentions and wanted as soon as possible to drop us of at the hotel. I don’t know if he didn’t understand us or thought we were being over dramatic (it is only my beloved Mac with a ton of pics, documents etc).
Long story short, we forgot my laptop bag at one of the bus-stops in the Central of Pescara and it was on the same spot we left it at. We were soo happy and released that we founded my laptop. Afterwards we arrived at the hotel and slept for several hours…