Another day, another view of the town and a new sky over Atessa. Such a peaceful place to be, just the chugging of a tractor tilling the fields around us and the odd bird call. The driver of the tractor had a great technique: he would drive up the hill (whichever he was working that day) and then plough down to the bottom, using gravity to help him.
We needed to find an internet connection for academic reasons, and the Web is not yet a large part of rural life in this part of the world, so we decided to go off in search of an internet cafe. One of the larger towns in our region of Chieti seemed a good idea, so we set off for Lanciano, with Pescara as back up. We had managed to lay our hands on a guide book to the region and the author, Luciano di Grigorio, waxed lyrical about the shopping in Pescara. We'd not really gotback into the swing of the siesta habit, so while Lanciano was a very lovely town, it was also very closed when we got there. We decided to return another day, and drove on to Pescara, on the coast and where the nearest airport to Casa Pietra in located (with flights from Stansted, not so useful for us West Country folks).
I was actually very underwhelmed by the shops of Pescara, though I must admit that my limited range for walking did get in the way of a determined shop crawl. We managed to find an air-conditioned cafe in which to eat a very welcome late lunch and rehydrate ourselves. Then an internet connection was sought and eventually found in an internet cafe - there is a road containing several near to the railway station. The necessary academic material was duly downloaded onto a memory stick, and we were free to see some sights.
The Piazza Italia was a pretty urban breathing space, with its fountain and trees, by the Provincial Library and Offices, and we managed to find some parking there for a while.
Unfortunately the clouds gathered and it began to rain: a showery day.
We decided to return home along the coast road, the SS16. This coastal area is known as the Costa Dei Trabocchi for the wooden fishing huts on stilts which can be seen. The clouds were also creating some amazing skies:-
We decided to stop at one of the Fish Restaurants along the road for supper, but it was hard to spot them before we had gone past them, so we had travelled down to Fossacesia before we found the one we dined in, Ristorante Il Pescatore. It was delicious, although it was hard to choose for the one of us who does not like fish. The seafood was so fresh and delicious and the prawns could be eaten, shells and all. I'm glad to say that they also served the semifreddo di torrone, for which I had developed a bit of a taste.
Then it was back to Casa Pietro, ready for our beds.