Exploring my heritage in the green heart of Italy
In Part 2 of my post on 'Visiting Abruzzo's Teramo Province' I want to show you a few more towns and the City of Teramo, which is the capitol of the province. These are not as close to the sea as the places in Part 1; instead, they are mostly elevated on the various hills... Continue Reading →
This post is part 1 of 2 posts regarding the Abruzzo's Teramo Province. It concentrates on a few towns that are either directly on the Adriatic Sea coast of Abruzzo, or within view of the coast. Abruzzo is a central-south region of Italy, shown in red on the small map of Italy below. Along with... Continue Reading →
Arriving in Scanno is a feat with its torturous winding roads, one-way tunnels, and breathtaking scenery. Once there, you have to navigate skinny roads that climb upwards (and hope no one is coming at you) to find a narrow parking spot. But it's all worth it when you step out and breathe the mountain air. Scanno is a... Continue Reading →
Those of you familiar with the central Adriatic coast of Italy, from southern Abruzzo to northern Puglia, might know about the unusual-looking trabocchi (the plural of trabocco). They are spidery-looking wooden fishing houses at the end of a long plank, off rocky areas of the coast. Nets are suspended from the long arms to hopefully... Continue Reading →
On a dark and very rainy day in 2013, I first visited Pacentro, a medieval village perched at 690 meters above sea level on the side of Monte Morrone, near Sulmona. Lucky to be in Sulmona again in this year, I decided to see nearby Pacentro in the sunshine. I thought, "I'll rent a bike for... Continue Reading →
So much of life in Abruzzo is lived outside in the warmer months. Air conditioning in homes is rare. Families live on pretty balconies, terraces and courtyard and gather in parks and piazzas for shade and company. During my recent stay in Lanciano and my travels beyond, I wandered the streets, chatted with strangers and enjoyed... Continue Reading →
Follow my blog with Bloglovin It started with a photo. My grandparent's wedding photo. I always had a sense that we were different. My mother's parents had a funny accent when they spoke English and they talked real loud. My friends couldn't understand our grandfather. I was used to it and explained that my Pop-Pop... Continue Reading →
