December 17, 2014 by brasiersarah
A small beachside town dedicated to holidays and families that will never leave. This was our first real taste of Italy, of the trucks of fresh tomatoes and mozzarella in bowls of water. A place were brother would argue, divide the family shop and never talk gain despite being meters away from each other every day. This was it what we wanted to experience in every country the local life no matter if we liked it or not (and we did like it) we wanted to see the inner core of what it was like to live in a country and this is where we found it.
Invited buy a friend of mums we spent our days lying by the water, poorly navigating our way through the Italian language, drinking wine and eating lots and lots of eating. We were on a strict diet of pizza, pasta, gelato, coffee, beer, wine, and croissants. Not that I am complaining, every day was like eating out at the best Italian restaurant in town for a quarter of the price. The Italian eat well, seriously eat well I mean everything seems so fresh and of the best quality. You buy oil by the gallon and tomatoes by the truck load its like al natural Wall Mart.
This is where we spent most of our days it’s a hard life being a traveler and sometimes I wonder why I left. This is one of those pictures that hurts deep down inside, a voice screaming at you “WHY AREN’T YOU THERE RIGHT NOW!”
No one takes the beach more seriously that the Italians do. No one. The women have three pairs of bathers for the beach, one for when you get there two for swimming and three for after you swim. The men time themselves so as to get the perfect tan on all sides. As a result everyone’s tan looks great while I moved like a ghost between the umbrellas.