Dinner, Drinks and Quiet Conversation

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At the end of our whirlwind trip to Abruzzo we stayed in Vasto. A beautiful town overlooking the shimmering Adriatic. We arrived mid afternoon after viewing homes in Celezna and San Buono.

Vasto is a beautiful old town, perched on top of a hill and we certainly felt like we’d saved the best until last. Joanna was exhausted from driving, we’d had a mishap that morning and ended up on a road that was virtually impassable…thanks to the useless EVERLOST. When we arrived in Vasto, we dumped our bags in a beautiful town home we rented for the night. Rezidenza Ambling was gorgeous. Check it out at http://www.amblingh.it.com.

We really needed a glass of wine or two, but most of the restaurants with an ocean view were closed for the afternoon and didn’t open again until dinner time. We found somewhere in the town and ordered wine and a sample of local meats and cheeses. I think we were still there after it closed, and the staff were stocking up the shelves for the evening, but no one seemed to care.

We spend the rest of the day Italian style and siesta’s for a couple of hours before setting out again to enjoy our last night in Abruzzo. Vasto in the evening is gorgeous. Lots of restaurants gushing with ambiance, quiet conversations, good food and excellent wine and a view of the Adriatic to die for.

I’m not entirely sure what made me decide to look at Abruzzo for a retirement home. Was it the receptionist in the Marriott Grand Flora in Rome in 2015. She told us proudly it was where she was from, and that the people there were so nice. I’d done research too, but I’d also researched Puglia, Tuscany and Lombardy. Something drew me to Abruzzo and I’m glad it did. We found the sort of realtor I didn’t think existed. Honest, helpful and nice to be with. We met friendly people, and every where we looked, we were surrounded by beauty.

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Fate, Destiny and Abruzzo

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Today I got a very welcome email from Monia, our realtor in Italy. It had attachments. One was a power of attorney so my daughter can sign the deed on our behalf. The other was the new legal description and floor plan that will be registered with the authorities in our name.

I knew this house had been lovingly renovated by one very meticulous builder in his spare time. He’d done it as a hobby, a place for his son to live, but then his son decided to live on the coast. What I didn’t know was how long it had taken. The renovation started in 1984, the year my daughter was born. Yea, I know, coincidence, but there have been so many coincidences since we first set eyes on this house. I’m starting to rule out coincidence and think this place was our destiny.

The seller will sign the purchase agreement on Saturday and the following week it will be registered and made official. After that I have to wire the deposit, pay the notary and for the next few weeks I do believe I’ll be bleeding Euros….

Parting with money usually makes me anxious, but not so much this time. All I keep thinking about is a kinder, gentler life in Abruzzo. A place I can invite friends and family. A place I can relax and shed the stress of work and the craziness of American Politics.

I’m relaxed just thinking about it.

The Road to Colledimezzo

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My daughter Joanna and I met in the Marriott between Rome and Fiumicino. Both excited for the trip ahead. We had a fabulous meal and a little too much to drink, but we were on a new adventure, a house buying adventure and I think a celebration was in order. The following morning we picked up our rental car, a cute little Fiat Cabriolet. Yes its small! We had to load my suitcase in through the roof, but we managed it. Then off we went. This photo was taken outside a restaurant we stopped off at on the way. It was our first experience in rural Italy. Not a tourist in sight and no one spoke English. The restaurant was full of arm waving groups of Italian families enjoying a Sunday meal together. Wine was flowing and they were blissfully loud. Our meal was simple, delicious and very cheap.

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It set us up for our journey ahead. Pretty soon we were in an idyllic setting, completely surrounded by trees. It was beautiful. We didn’t know at the time, but we’d entered the Lazio, Molise & Abruzzo National Park. It was gorgeous. Photo may be a bit fuzzy, but it was taken from the car window as we passed by. It was Sunday so groups of folks took shade under the trees, enjoying walks, picnics, playing games and drinking wine. Roadside stalls were set up selling local produce. It was exactly the type of area I was looking for, but it was still a long way from Colledimezzo. We drove on narrow winding roads where there was barely space for two cars to pass. Wild horses roamed freely. We passed through tiny villages with cobbled streets. I could have taken more photos, but I was hypnotized by the scenery.

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For a while I thought we’d never reach the top of the mountain range, but we did, and we began to descend. Joanna did an incredible job of driving. I was exhausted and I was the passenger. By the time we reached Colledimezzo we were weary, but there it was, perched on a hillside. Beautiful and inviting. We drove through the village, but didn’t stop. Instead, we headed to Atessa where we were spending the night. Exploring Colledimezzo would have to wait until morning. We were in the Chieti province of Abruzzo. Would we find our perfect vacation/retirement home? Only time would tell.

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My Bags are Packed AGAIN!

Three weeks ago my bags were packed for my Italian vacation. Now they’re packed for my Italian house hunt. Abruzzo here I come!

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