Have you ever heard of Pescara? If you haven’t, this story might give you an insight into this fine coastal town in Italy. If you have, I hope you’ll still enjoy the story and my view on this trip.
This story is going to be a short one. Not only because we didn’t spend too many days in Pescara, but because the days we did spend there were rather uneventful ones. We also, unfortunately, did not take many pictures…
How did we happen to go there? Well, I believe a direct flight from Bucharest was just inaugurated, so the prices were down, we’ve never heard of Pescara before, but it sounded like there should be fish* there (*in Romanian, pescar means fisherman), and since we’re fans, we figured ‘why not?’.
We landed on one of the tiniest airports I’ve ever seen and took a bus to the town center. From there, we decided to walk to the accommodation that was supposed to be somewhat close to the center. It wasn’t. Maybe it was the heat, but the walk there seemed to take forever. We walked through a neighbourhood of small apartment buildings, where laundry was hanging from everywhere and dogs were barking at us from balconies, so of course we stopped to talk to every dog along the way. Once we passed the apartment buildings, we reached some quaint streets with houses huddled together.
We finally made it to the villa and found it surrounded by a garden of lemon trees. The inside was also nice and clean and very well-kept. The lady that took care of the place didn’t speak English. Luckily, my partner surprised me and quickly charmed her with the few Italian words he knew, so we were good.
Breakfast was included and consisted of many types of pastry and espresso that we had to learn to make in a very small stovetop espresso maker that only made one espresso. Our little espresso experiment went a bit like this: we spilled some coffee, we spilled some water, we spilled some milk…there was a lot of spilling, but eventually, we did enjoy our morning espresso.
Now, for the town. Once we got past the neighbourhood of houses and the one of apartment buildings, we crossed the railway and got into what you could call the town center, taller buildings, some of them looking like business centers. Once we passed those, we reached the seafront and, eventually, the beach and the sea. Right, I forgot to mention, Pescara is a town on the Adriatic coast of Italy, about two hours east of Rome by car, in the Abruzzo region.
I really liked the seafront. It was the meeting place of young people and street performers and it had a youthful, modern, playful vibe. The beach was very large and very empty, to our surprise. Although we were in September, the weather was still warm and sunny. At least that’s how it seemed to us. The Italians had a different opinion. Very few of them were sunbathing and we saw many wearing jackets, while we were only wearing t-shirts.
We walked for a while along the seafront, until we reached a big, modern bridge that went over the river and into another part of the town. We found out that Pescara was actually formed of two different fishing villages on each side of the riverbank. We didn’t explore much of the other side, since in this trip we felt very lazy. However, I can tell you this, that side seemed to hold much more history, it had older buildings, at least one museum and pretty much no tourists in sight.
After getting tired of the bridge, we went along the riverbank and found a small gelato shop, that had one of the best ice-creams we’ve had. And many many flavours. Suffice it to say, we returned to that shop every day, I believe even twice one day.
And since we are talking about food, unfortunately for us, we didn’t find as much fish as we expected. We thought that there might be a fish market and street vendors, but we did not find such things. Instead, we did find plenty of fancy, overpriced seafood restaurants on the seafront, that we steered clear of.
But we did have to eat. So, we ended up eating at an American style restaurant. A sort of diner that served steaks, burgers, and burritos. The place was decorated in a kind of vintage style and it probably gave me the most “American” feeling I’ve ever had (up until I went to a diner in the US, that looked nothing like the one in Pescara). It was like stepping into a different universe. And then, you stepped outside, right into the Italian seaside. Made no sense, but I loved it. And the food was good too. We did eat some pasta one day, at a very pretty and tiny place that only served lunch. Now, that I remember it, I’m thinking it’s such a pity we only discovered it on our last day there.
Two other things are definitely worth mentioning. One: we did go to the beach and spent about two hours sunbathing and staring at the warm clothed Italians, who stared back at the two crazy tourists in swimsuits. In our defense, it was about 24 degrees Celsius, no wind and not one cloud in the sky.
The second one: we found the best, in my opinion, street art. An entire wall with Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote, one of the cartoons I was quite fond of as a child. So, needless to say, I was very excited and asked for many photos.
All in all, our trip to Pescara was very relaxing and lazy. We found some surprising things in this town we’ve never heard of before and maybe, someday, we’ll get to explore its surroundings as well, as I’ve heard that the Abruzzo region has many beautiful places for us to visit.