La Mia Giornata Italiana Ideale

I wake to the exotic church bells that I thought only existed in the movies. They sing a sweet Italian song and awaken me to the realization that I am in fact in Italy! (Something you take for granted as you run all over town for meetings and work.) Today is special, I can’t tell you why but I can feel it! We head out of the house for an Italians’ idea of breakfast, I have a creamy cappuccino and I lap up the foam with my spoon. We haven’t decided on what to do, there are just too many options. Do we head east to the sea, or north to the mountains or do we find a quaint little town in the surrounding rolling hills and eat a few bites of tradition? Let’s do all three, it’s not impossible!
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.

(Pictured above is “San Liberatore a Maiella” in Serramonacesca)

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  1. We love that you say waking up in Italy everyday is a dream! That's so lovely! <3 It really is all about the food - everything you mentioned sounds so good! :)

    Lucy and Kelly xx

    1. It's so good, as you know. Thanks for reading ladies! It really is a dream.

  2. So jealous that your perfect day in Italy is actually every day! Sounds amazing! That pasta! I could eat it now!

    1. Unfortunately it's not everyday, currently, I'm back in Canada...but when it is everyday, it's like a waking dream ;) I hope it becomes my everyday!

  3. I AM ALSO A TRUFFLE ADDICT. And I loved the details of "I lap up the foam with my spoon" and the fact that you included getting slightly shitfaced. My whole perfect day would be to have that red wine buzz that is just enough to be happy and carefree. Ya you know it. Much love, Jasmine.

  4. I loved this post! You are so right, sometimes we take for granted the dream we live in waking up in Italy every morning! :)


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