La Mia Giornata Italiana Ideale
Hop in the Lancia and head to the aqua marine blue pond they call the Adriatic. Personally, I’m not a huge fan of swimming in the sea, but lounging on the sand with a good book and cold water is my idea of paradise.
I want some typical fare for lunch and to fulfill this request, we must head to the mountains or the countryside. We decide to find a restaurant we visited once before that lays in the mountains with a panoramic view of the land. It sits in a quiet village in the mountains and has delicious food. A favourite of ours being a pasta with sausage, ricotta and saffron on a bed of beautiful yellow “chitarra”. Along with this rich meal, we share a bottle of Montepulciano d’Abruzzo and get slightly shit faced, this is what it’s all about. Not too drunk that you don’t remember the day but just enough that you’re on cloud 9. This extravagant meal is followed by a walk in Serramonacesca down in the valley along the mountain water creek, taking big gulps and filling our water bottles as we go. This stuff is pure. We pause in the shade of the monk tombs and we read our books or we write poems about the fresh air.
The drive from the mountains is a picturesque 45 minutes, I call our area of Abruzzo the “Vancouver of Abruzzo” because you’ve not got sea and mountains a stones’ throw from the other.
Back in Chieti, we nap, this is typical after a large meal and a day filled with activity. No one frowns on you for a late afternoon nap, now that is civilized.
It’s the weekend, this means plans with friends! We meet Olga and Alf and decide on a dinner location, there’s no bad choice and therefore it’s a difficult choice. Typically, we choose to go and have pizza, who wudda thunk it? I get which ever pizza has truffle on it, I am a truffle addict and it’s just far too expensive to consume in Canada.
In all honesty, everyday I wake up in Italy is my ideal Italian day. The wine, the weather, the food, the views. It’s a constant waking dream.