Drive from Pescara to Capradosso
Jul 30, 2006
Pescara to Capradosso
Wednesday September 27th 2006
We were up early and out the door in search of the Europcar office. We had reserved a car to drive up to the town my grandmother was born in, but first we had to find the car. Not to far away we picked up the car and headed to a grocery store we had seen the night before. Grabbed a few things and hot the road. Driving in Italy takes a little getting used to. Pulling out of Pescara, I followed the car in front of me onto a busier road. There we saw a police officer with a small stop sign in his hand. He waived over the car in front of us and as I went to pass, he pulled us over too. The first guy got out of his car showed his ID and went over to the officers motorcycle and waited. I waited until the officer came to the window. Trying to mispronounce any Italian word that came out of my mouth, the officer just looked at me
. He made an attempt or two to talk to me, but I just gave him a confused look shrugged my shoulders. "Non capito". I thought for sure he would just waive us on. But instead he told us to wait "un momento". We waited and waited while the officer wrote up the other driver. The whole time the cop had his back to us and this was a fairly busy street. It was probably not the smartest thing to do, but I dropped it into first gear and just drove away. A few blocks later, we hopped on the autostrada and we were on our way. Whew! We had a nice view of the sea for about 40 minutes. We turned off to another highway just south of the beach front town of San Benedetto del Tronto towards Ascoli Piceno. Another 15 minutes and we were there. Got turned around a bit and then hit the 1 lane road leading up into the mountains (Mt. Ascensione). The speed limit was 120 kmh on the highway, I was pushing it at 140 and cars were flying by me. Even when I hit the smaller roads, it seemed cars would just fly up behind me. Back in the states I think the speed limits are a bit conservative ad find driving about 15 mph faster is a comfortable speed. In Italy they are more liberal with the restrictions. Either it is the crappy response of the tin boxes that the rental car agency gives us or these drivers are a bit crazier. We arrived in Caprodosso about half an hour later. We knocked on the door of a woman that had helped us last September when we were searching for family history. She had taken us around to different family's w/the same last name as my grandmother... but since my grandmother was born in the 1890's, it was difficult finding anyone that knew their grandparents brothers or sister or even their own great-grandparents. Regina opened the door and greeted us with open arms. She invited us in to join her, her husband, sister, nephew, friend and a priest for lunch. The conversation was a bit rough at first then the nephews friend piped up and asked us a question in English. I think everyone at the table was surprised. I sure was glad someone could translate. Turns out he is from Poland and is here studying at the seminary. We had a nice lunch and headed up to our room to get situated. We stayed in the apartments that are connected to the church with an amazing view of the rolling farmland and neighboring towns. On a clear day you can even see the sun reflecting off of the sea.