Masseria Cerasella Pescocostanzo

... is a beautiful mountain village, and our hosts, Shona’s cousin Eva and her husband Bruce, are very hospitable, helpful and hugely entertaining. We had two great nights with them, including Eva cooking a multi course Provencal meal on Sunday night (they had returned from Provence on Saturday).

We drove to nearby Sulmona for dinner on Saturday night– this is a much larger town than Introdacqua ...

... cars, a couple kids, and another bus, it didn't matter. I had found my bus, and I was so happy it was going to take me to Sora (where the farm stay is). While riding the bus, I tried shrimp and mussel pizza that I had bought earlier at the train station. There is a reason you probably haven't seen this in the states. Not a good choice. I was also thinking about how everything forgein is a novelty. The bus driver was really cool because he was a driver in Italy and ...

We traveled from Naples... via train... made two stops, in increasingly smaller villages, to transfer trains... finally stopped at our last stop before taking the train to Sora... a small village located in the mountains in the Abruzzo National Park... We stepped off our train... and were directed to a two car train compartment... jumped on... and in ten we were off... after the attendant told us to close our windows... in a ...

Barb and Alex had a personal mission to visit Isernia in the Molise Province so we headed off to explore the interior of Italy. Isernia was small and definitely not a tourist location so we were able to experience a true siesta afternoon where nothing, I mean nothing was open, had the best Italian meal in all of our travels, struggled with the language as no one new English, wandered through all the small streets and just had a nice day.

Hello everyone, A new week, and so a new summer camp. I'm now in Ravenna, in another small town called San Pietro in Vincoli. There's not too much to say right now; the camp is gong well, the kids are good, the town is nice, and the scenery is beautiful. I'm only allowed ten minutes of internet on the staff computer, so any more news than that will have to wait. Ciao.

... By the time we got to the airport I already had a hang over, feeling thirsty and dizzy, topped off with a pounding headache. But what the hell, it was our last day off so we might as well enjoy it....or suffer it. We slept the entire flight, train ride and tube ride back home, where we showered and jumped into bed, depressed at the prospect of returning to our boring jobs, but ever so grateful for a new traveling experience

... soon lunch time so we headed back to the house. Giovanni cooked spaghetti al pesto which I hadn't had in years. I sprinkled some chili flakes that Giovanni makes himself by drying and curing the chillies, then grinds them up. I was going to miss this man. The thing about him is that he deeply enjoys watching people eat his food, licking their lips and fingers, only stopping from time to time to mumble "Mmm-mmmm". After lunch ...

... impressed: unkempt buildings and houses, rusty train tracks, dirty streets and old shops. I was waiting for the magic that I had read about, the old center of the city, the 5 million years of stories, the vestiges of old pagans and the modern flair of Christianity. I'm sure they were hiding behind the modern cement, bricks and pavements.....and I was sure to find them sooner or later. So we got to Adriano's ...

Capradosso to Pescara Saturday September 30th 2006 Woke up packed our bags and had some breakfast. Regina stopped by to say she had to run and might not be here when we left for Pescara. So we said our good byes and we headed to Rotella to see if we could make copies of the records we had found. I was a little worried at first when the only person in the whole building was the security guard. Luckily, she had already received a call ...

... did not want to look like that much of a tourist. I figured we would sit on that side of the train on the way back and get all the shots I wanted. By the time we pulled into Pescara it was dark and rainy. Nothing was open at the terminal except the office of the TrenItalia. A gentleman there pointed us in the direction of a hotel. Luckily, the rain lightened up as soon as we walked out the door. Across the parking lot and main street we found ourselves walking along a really nice ...