Trabocco Coast – Chieti

Rocca-San-GiovanniNot long now. Wired my deposit to the Realtor in Vasto Italy! In a couple of weeks I’ll pay the balance.
March 2018 seems a long way off, but time flies, especially when you’re old, and I am old so I have to move fast and get some good years in my new home.

Abruzzo will keep me young, soothe my soul and make me happy. Counting down now, getting closer.

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Butterflies and Miracles

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I’ve had butterflies for over a week now. It worried me a little because I’m sensitive in certain ways, and my butterflies have sometimes been a warning or prediction. In this case I think its just excitement.

Our Italian house purchase is still moving forward. Preliminary agreement signed by all parties. Our Realtor in Italy Monia Di Guilmi is and absolute gem, we seriously couldn’t have found anyone better to guide us through this. She is also saving us money in a way no one else has ever done when we’ve bought a house.

Lanciano is a lovely and very old town less than 20 miles from Colledimezzo. When my husband and I visit in March, its where we’re staying in Lanciano while we shop for furniture and begin to make our new house into a home. I’m so excited I feel like a kid on Christmas eve.

Lester has never been to Abruzzo, and I have never been to Lanciano, so its a first for both of us. I want his first visit to be a positive experience. He bought the house having seen only the photos we sent him, and a short video taken on Joanna’s iPhone. Lets hope the real thing meets his expectations. I’m sure it will. It seems fitting that we stay in Lanciano, the first eucharistic miracle is purported to have occurred there in the eighth century. I feel like this whole whirlwind house buying has been a bit of a miracle. I haven’t felt this excited in years. Its a great feeling!

Atessa and Colledimezzo

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Atessa was perched on the top of the hill, quaint, beautiful and ancient. We weren’t too exhausted to appreciate its beauty. Our “Never lost” (ever lost as I call it because its USELESS) couldn’t find our hotel. Kept telling us we were there, even though we couldn’t see it. Joanna parked and I jumped out of the car and walked up a small one-way street (all the streets were small) to see what I could see. Sure enough, the Hotel Al Duca was only a few steps away. I went inside to the small immaculate reception and tried to get directions from a very pleasant young lady who spoke no English. Her 8-year-old son did, but he was too shy to talk to me. Someone else appeared and in broken English/Italian we managed to communicate. She came with me to the car, and jumped into the passenger seat, from which she guided a very tired Joanna through the narrow one way streets so she could park outside the hotel.

After dumping our cases we went to explore the little town. We’d  been sitting in a car all day and needed to stretch our legs. We weren’t disappointed with what we found. There was a live concert in a beautiful area that opened up to the mountains. The cobbled streets were lined with beautiful shops and a scattering of lovely restaurants and bars. Well dressed Italians strolled by, they sure know how to live. Every so often the stone buildings parted and gave us exquisite views of the mountains. It was getting late so we headed back to the hotel for dinner. A liter of house wine, fresh delicious salad and two individual pizzas. I thought they had the price wrong when I saw the bill. It was 12 Euro for two people. I smiled and thought how much my husband would enjoy eating here….he likes cheap, especially when it’s delicious.

I lay in my comfortable bed, and enjoyed the music from the live concert, which floated in through my open window. The next morning I woke up to the sound of church bells. The second day of our adventure was about to begin. After a banquet called breakfast, which was included in the price at Al Duca, we set off for Colledimezzo.

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We parked just outside the village (which is pedestrian only) marvelled at the view then wandered up to a lovely little piazza overlooking the mountains. The village has one bar “Emy Bar” where we ordered Cappuccino’s The locals both amused us and were amused by us…more in my next blog!