Park Hotel Resort
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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Free High-Speed Internet
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Travel Blogs from Vasto
... weather was a perfect 65 and sunny. While our scores were nothing to write home about, the round of golf itself was great.
We we left the golf course about 2:30 for Termoli, a small Adriatic coastal town near the spur of the boot of Italy. We found the hotel with only a minimum navigational delay. When we arrived, the wind was once again howling outside. We are wondering if this is not the norm for the Adriactic coast in the fall. We checked in about five and ...
... others paced the road. They had on various states of dress. All very interesting. Our final destination is a delightful camp ground on the beach. The temperatures have dropped as have the prices of the campgrounds. From 30 to 40 Euros a night to 16! Good for us. The campgrounds are emptying out as the Italians go back to work and they tourists start to head back home. We might have it all to ourselves soon. Yeah ...
... down on Positano before heading back through the wiggly roads through the mountains. After driving back through Naples we drve right accross Italy to a farmhouse in a olive orchard where we were staying the night. We visited a seafood shop on the fishing wharf and Dad bought oysters and mussels and scallops which mum cooked up for dinner. The farmhouse was a little rough but we spent the night planning some of the other destinations to follow. Good Night for now. - Grace
Some things don't change! The marina space at Petacciato is on of them. We had swum at this beach many years ago when we were house hunting at Carunchio, in the mountains close to the coast of southern Abruzzo. Clean sand, clear water and plenty of space before the Italian Summer ...
... we go to their favourite gelato place, two deserts is a bit much, but when in Italy! We wave off Al's friends before heading back to her apartment to collect some items to take to a Vinnie's bin. We walk through the streets of Torino one last time and pass the church where the holy shroud is currently on display.
I wave goodbye to Alex as she heads to the kid's schools one last time and her American friend drives me to the train station.
Bye Torino, bye Italy, it's been ...