Festa Di San Donato – Day Two!

by midgeguerrera, posted in Any Day in Pontelandolfo, Stops Along the Journey - Sites Off the Tourist Track

I know! I know! I promised one blog a day on the 7 day festa –  but the dog ate my homework and it rained on my parade and well – it just takes me a while to edit two hours of video into two minutes. So here we are in day four and I’m sending out day two. Hey, I’m in Italy!

All of those posters all over the place and the few stories I saw in local papers just weren’t enough to pull in a crowd for Contest Musica Live. Knowing it wouldn’t start on time, we wended our way down to Piazza Roma. This was a two night competition of local rock, jazz, blues – and I have no idea what the hell they were playing – musicians. It was a serious affair – with a table of about 7 judges!   (Day two’s story will soon be out.)

We saw our trusty good pal, my cousin Carmella, at Bar Mix Fantasy, holding a perfect stage side table for all of us. After two Campari sodas I was ready for the onslaught of music from speakers that were taller than I was and hoisted up on two story towers.  The stage set up was spartan compared to the first day’s mega event.  What – they don’t even have chairs set up for people to sit on?  What is this – Piazza Roma as one big mosh pit?

I whipped my video camera out and off I went.

There were less vendors set up than the night before. The the shoe man had folks stopping and a new guy selling African carved art was just staring. As were the two candy vendors – staring into space.  No one was wandering around.   There were three new yellow tents of allegedly local cheese and others food stuffs. This two day event was also touted as two days of gastronomical delight.  It didn’t look like too many folks were delighted enough to stop. I walked over but didn’t recognize any of the three producers and I shop super local.

Yawn – what time is it?  Oh, 10:30 – so much for truth in advertising.  Oh right, as my pal Nicola says, Midge questa è italia.

The MC/Host spent about 10 minutes trying to wrangle an audience.   I have to give him a lot of credit for that.  There was not a crowd and he was trying to get whoever was there closer to the stage.  I’m thinking chairs would have helped.

What time is it?  My head is bopping over the camera.  The voice in my head said, when the music starts you’ll get your dance fever energy fix.

When the first group came out, the MC asked their names – the lead guitarist said “Anthony – Antonio” – hmmm. The Name of the group was “House of the Rising Sun.”  HMMMMMM!  They were from the neighboring Morcone and a fairly good number of fans gathered around the palco – stage.  The bands English pronunciation was spot on as they sang – you’ll hear.  HMMMMM?  After their set, the audience left.  I think this group of cute young musicians – the lead guitarist made my  – oh never mind – anyway these young men were smart enough to bring a ton of folks from Morcone – or the Jersey shore – to hear them.  Sadly, very few folks were there to listen to the remaining groups.  I will admit after the second group – a Nirvana take off band  – started wailing we left and headed home….

Here is the video short form of the night –http://youtu.be/xRrTfe7mRoQ

Festa – Night One!

by midgeguerrera, posted in Any Day in Pontelandolfo
Light and sound check as we were walking in at 9:30PM.
Light and sound check as we were walking in at 9:30PM.

Jack and I aren’t sure how many nights we can go out at 9:30 and get home at midnight – and that was early for festa. This morning I asked Marilina at Bar Elimar how much sleep she got – she opens at 7:30. She said they closed the bar at 3:30 AM and she got 1.5 hours of sleep. Whew – I remember when I could do that, but I think sometimes I had the help of little blue — oh never mind. So how was the first night your wondering?

When we got into the center of Pontelandolfo at 9:30 PM there were still lots of places to park. Hmmm, thats not so good. People were slowly arriving and the show was supposed to start at 9:30!  Of course as everyone tells me, this is Italy and nothing ever starts on time.

Need more chicks or ducks? Get them at the Festa!
Need more chicks or ducks? Get them at the Festa!
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Diamonds, rubies and pearls – OH MY!

We walked through the small showing of bancarelle set up selling candy, panini, shoes – really – high end marked sneakers, probably knock offs, cleverly perched on the sidewalk –  jewelry, toys and I can’t remember. I felt there weren’t a lot and a betting there will be more on the weekend.

Then I spotted the most amazing ride – the swing to your death ride – set up in a rear piazza. I dragged Jack through the alley to get there just in time to watch the swings held on chains swinging out into space and teams of riders pushing each other to grab the “horses tail” that was hanging from a high perch. If you didn’t kill yourself by falling out trying you won a FREE ride!

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Wheeeeeeeeee! Grab that tail! Safety belts????

Little tykes were practicing on the miniature version of the death swing. Then I noticed parents – OK DADS letting their little boys get on the large death swing!

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Games of chance too!

We got to Piazza Roma and saw that the night’s show was set up. This was the sexiest set up I’ve ever seen here. Great sound system, projections – the screen could have been larger, there was even a grand piano on the stage. We saw my best buds, Carmella and Alda, at a table with a perfect view of the stage and headed over. First things first, lets get some wine and find out what is going on.

 

Alda’s cute daughter came running over, she had taken a picture at Bar Mix Fantasy with PIF an MTV star! Later Gabrielle ran over with his camera, he had a picture too! Wait, Annalaura just posted a picture of PIF with her!  Everyone was excited, I of course had no idea who PIF was or why he was here. So much for being current Auntie M.

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PIF has a show on MTV and is a director. Annalaura needs to be cast in his next film!

Tonight’s show was titled VII edizione del Premio “Ugo Gregoretti – Landolfo d’Oro”.  No one I spoke to was quite sure what the night was about. Only that it had happened in other years.  I better do some research.  The stage was set with a grand piano stage right and two lovely golden upholstered chairs stage left – think talk show set.

We were all a bit hungry and it was now 10:15PM the show wasn’t starting so we looked at our food options. Apparently the pork panini truck had great roasted pork, the Mini Market was selling nice looking prosciutto panini for €1.

The pork stand. Hmm we need to try this one night.
The pork stand. Hmm we need to try this one night.

Jack and Gennaro, Alda’s husband, said – “salsiccia!”  Since we were sitting at Bar Elimar it seemed right to buy their sausage panini, cooked to order on crispy hard rolls – €2.50.  Of course, one has to have a glass of Peroni Beer with that.  Jack announced the sausages were better than the ones we had at a festa in Casalduni the week before. Yeah for the home team!

Suddenly, music filled the square, a full orchestra was surrounding us. The sound system was top drawer because the sound was from the video. Shots of the iconic Pontelandolfo tower whirled into introductions of the notables who would tonight be awarded Landolfo d’Oro.  Yes I finally found out that it was a prestigious awards ceremony.

Beautiful red chairs were set up – real comfortable chairs, not the usual white plastic things Ii’ve seen here. This was a classy show.  The video was slick and well timed to the music. I realized that while I had been drinking and eating tons of people had showed up.  But why is this awards show happening here, in Pontelandolfo?  Time for the back story.

Ugo Gregoretti, the driving force behind the event, is an award winning Italian film, television and stage director, actor, screenwriter, author and television host.  His father once owned the iconic Pontelandolfo Tower and young Gregoretti spent his summers racing up the village’s green hills and has always had a special place in his heart for the Pontelandolfesi.  He was not happy when his mother decided to sell the tower.  According to one news report I found, he wanted to set up a foundation for the Tower so that the ancient portal could be open to all.  I wish he had – hey – it’s not too late.

He donated his personal library to the town so that his personal and professional history could be preserved in the village he loved.  Now, the library is closed – I wonder where this collection is?  I want to see it – Harriet the Spy is back in business.

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The award ceremony, “Ugo Gregoretti – Landulf D’Oro”, is now the cultural kickoff the the summer season.  By bringing famous artists to Pontelandolfo and honoring them, Gregoretti is bringing the red carpet to our home town. This year’s honorees were art critic Achille Bonito Oliva, filmmaker and television writer Pif, the journalist Barbara Palombelli, the writer and the scriptwriter Giorgio Arlorio, and  author Giussepe Furno.

 

NTR 24 has great video!  Watch it and have good night – we’re getting ready for Festa – Night 2!

http://www.ntr24.tv/it/news/titerno/a-pontelandolfo-la-vii-edizione-del-premio-ugo-gregoretti-landolfo-doro-tra-i-premiati-pif-e-bonito-oliva.html

Rocco

by midgeguerrera, posted in Any Day in Pontelandolfo

Sometimes we run into people who change our lives. Rocco is one of those people. I met him last year in Bar Elimar. I was typing away on my computer and he was staring at me. I said buon giorno. He slid over to my table stared right into my eyes and said, Come ti chiama? Midge I answered. Come ti chiama he repeated. I figured Midge didn’t sound very Italian and he couldn’t get it. Midge I repeated. He smiled, put his fingers on my computer keyboard and said, Come ti chiama. That was when I realized just how special Rocco was.

Feeling like a trickster I looked at him and said, Io sono Midge ma come ti chiama? Rocco he said and smiled. From that moment we became fast friends.

He was about eight years old that summer and sometimes I thought his mom planned their excursions to Bar Elimar when I might be there. Rocco’s family is part of the Bar Elimar family. His mom is bar owner Elio’s sister.

I set some games up on my computer and iPad and loved sipping my cafe and watching the joyful expressions on Rocco’s face as he drew a picture on my iPad or played scopa – laughing as the cards were swept away by the computer.

He still said, come ti chiama every time he saw me until I realized that it was his own little game. Lots of folks got swept away in it repeating their names until they wanted to scream. The minute I flipped it back on him he knew I understood him. When I responded, my name is Rocco – he giggled and knew I really got him.

This spring, I kept waiting for Rocco to show up. Forgetting that school was in session, I couldn’t understand why I didn’t see him in the morning. Finally, in June my mornings with Rocco started again – just not as often as I would have liked. He told me he had his own tablet that had games on it. He stopped saying come ti chiamo because I always answered Rocco. One day he said, ciao Midge and I was smitten.

They don’t have special education programs here and Rocco has been getting better and better in school and socially because of his parents and family. They get him help, but treat him just like everyone else. Rocco challenged me to find ways to communicate with him and that has helped me communicate with not only the kids of Ponteladolfo but their elders too.

Today, I heard that Rocco inadvertently swallowed acid and is in a medically induced coma in a Naples’ hospital.  Rocco thought he was slugggin back juice. His aunt said he never cried. Not once. He is incredibly strong. His throat burned and swollen, he was rushed to the hospital in Benevento where they did nothing for hours. His frantic parents had him rushed to Naples. Lesson here is avoid the hospital in Benevento.

At the Naples Hospital they put him in a medically induced coma with a breathing tube. Because there is so much damage to his throat they can’t send a scope down to see what else is wrong. I don’t pray much but today I pray for Rocco.

Zucchine Sono Arrivate! Recipe 1

by midgeguerrera, posted in Food - Eating In and Out!

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Everyday it seems there is a mysterious bag, basket or pile of zucchini by my door.  These things must multiply like rabbits.  Last year, it seemed like I was chomping down on zucchini blossoms daily.  Bundles of fully formed zucchini didn’t appear because we were all to busy frying up the flowers – remember this post:  Fried Squash Blossoms

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This year, I didn’t get invited to imbibe as much in my favorite fried flower.  Now I know why.  People let the blossoms grow into long green meaty vegetables.  But what is a woman to do with them?  I can’t say no thank you – half the time I don’t know where they come from and the other half – well it would just be rude.  I remember making tons of zucchini bread in Flagtown but we’re in Italy – so it is time to start finding out what the elders do.

Zia Paulina taught me how do make a simple zucchini topping for pasta.  Actually, she tortured me with a little knife by insisting that I cut paper thin zucchini slices without using a cutting board, mandoline slicer or food processor.  None of my slices were thin enough – come carta – like paper!  When I finally got the thinness just right she was pleased.  Then I watched her dump some olive oil in a frying pan, sauté the zucchini slices and toss them with pasta and a healthy dose of parmigiana.  Prima piatta was finished.

I decided to see if anyone else tossed zucchini with pasta – a quick web search found lots of recipes.  Being an independent type, I ignored all the advice and just followed my instinct –  the pinch of this, a handful and there you go style of cooking. The first step was to create the paper thin slices that really worked in Zia Paulina’s dish.

Note - I slice towards my thumb! How dumb but it works.
Note – I slice towards my thumb! How dumb but it works.

My smart ass husband watched me get closer and closer to lopping off a finger and he decided to show me how to get those paper thin slices.  First he took out the potato peeler and peeled the skin off one cucumber.  Then he cut it in half and started making short thin slices with the peeler.

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Master chef makes quick work of the zucchini – but where is the cute green? Oh, next to the cutting board.

 

Jack’s system would absolutely work.  But I wanted the zucchini – which I know had absolutely  no yucky chemical crap on them – to have that cute green trim.  White zucchini against white pasta couldn’t look very appealing.  So I finished up the rest using the potato peeler on unpeeled zucchini.

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Cripes, they didn’t teach me this in 4-H. What a cool use of a peeler.

The actual cooking of the dish was much simpler.  I sliced up some onions and a red pepper.  Why the red pepper?  Because I had it and I liked the color – back to white pasta and white onions and white zucchini – you get the idea.  The olive oil that we have here is literally from the trees in our yard and pressed locally.  It is heaven on the tongue all by itself.  It really helps to use good olive oil for dishes like these.  While the water for the pasta was getting up to boil, I quickly sautéed the onions and peppers.

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What a beautiful red color! They do not sell green bell peppers here – because red means ripe!

Salt, pepper, a touch of garlic powder – I noticed that none of my Italian relatives cook with onions and garlic in the same dish.  Loving garlic anyway I can get it, I tossed in the garlic powder.  When I added the zucchini, I happened to look out the window at the basil growing madly and thought – why not.  The basil added at the end gave the dish more color and a little zing.  Here is the final product – I added grated cheese to the dishes before I tossed them.  Buon appetito!

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Festa Di San Donato – Pre Show

by midgeguerrera, posted in Any Day in Pontelandolfo, Stops Along the Journey - Sites Off the Tourist Track

Pontelandolfo’s major festa is TOMORROW!  The Festa di San Donato is the cornerstone of our little town’s tourism drive.  July 31 is the kick off and we will all be exhausted when the festa is over on August 7th.  The finale is a concert with a headliner act and fireworks. The week long event has historically brought tourists and an infusion of cash into the town.  I’m told that years past, buses of American tourists searching for their roots would roll in. The oldest church would be open – not with vendors but with artisans and purveyors of local wines and food products. This year, no one that I’ve asked as been able to tell me if that is happening. I’ve only been in the ancient church once, many years ago and would love to see the inside again.

My favorite Pontelandolfo web-site, Pontelandolfo News, has a story on the church and the man.  Practice you Italian and check it out http://www.pontelandolfonews.com/index.php?id=230.

This is a religious festival but I can’t find a thing on any poster or web-site about when there is a mass or the procession.  As a matter of fact, the town web-site doesn’t even list the churches.  How could that be?

I’m thinking that as much as I love this town, it is hard to attract tourists looking to “see something” – you know to check it off their list.  Like the millions do that race through the museums in Florence and take a selfie with David.  Due to lack of funds – everyone blames “i crisi” – the small local museum is closed. The library is closed.  And listen to this travesty – years ago, one mayor sold the commune’s one major historic attraction – La Torre – for hardly any money to some out of towner. Now that is closed to tourists and it’s secret garden  – well no one knows because you can’t get to it – but I’m betting weeds.  The tower is the iconic image of the town.  Good old Prince Landolfi probably lived there.  Now, no one sees it.  Uggg

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Our famous tower – a vacation home for some out of towner who is never here. Want to see if we can buy it?

This year, it looks like the town is prettying itself up for the week. I noticed men chopping down the weeds along the side of roads, the cement ditches are being cleaned.

Thank you to all who are working so hard!
Thank you to all who are working so hard!

Normally every morning men clean the streets and the piazzas but  this week I sensed a new bounce in their steps.

Every cobblestone is solid thanks to this man. No tripping in our town!
Every cobblestone is solid thanks to this man. No tripping in our town!

There was a crew in front of Bar Mix Fantasy sculpting shrubs. I noticed new plants set up around the out door tables at Nonsolo Pizza. The portable tables and chairs are stacked by all the bars. The sun is shining and all hope it will shine from July 31 through August 7.

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Tomorrow, happy revelers will be sitting at tables!

The other night we drove to Circello – a village about 30 minutes away and saw posters for the headlining acts plastered on walls. Every night of the celebration of San Donato there is something.  (Could any of you good Catholics out there tell me what he is the special saint for?  I spent an hour searching and couldn’t find anything related to this part of the world.  One of the elders said that he was instrumental in stopping the plague here but that is all I got.)  Here is this year’s line up. IMG_1752 IMG_1753 Tourists are already trickling in.  Yesterday, I was standing at a bar having a caffè when a woman speaking the ancient dialect of the village – the first clue that it is an out of towner who had elders from here – picked up a candy and asked me if it had sugar.  She couldn’t read the Italian.  I asked her in English if she was American.  She said, oh you don’t speak Italian.  I responded in Italian that one candy didn’t have sugar and could I read the other. Are you proud of me?  She and her husband were from Buenos Aires, Argentina.  A good number of Pontelandolfesi immigrated to Argentina.

Today is Wednesday – market day – and I noticed a good number of folks I hadn’t seen before.  One visitor, who was driving and staring at the vendors ran smack into a parked truck.  Ooops!  I’m told that many people come during festa time to visit their relatives.  Not a bad idea!  I tried to convince mine to come but didn’t have any takers.

With help from the producers and production companies that are providing the shows, Pontelandolfo is really trying to promote the events.  Last  Monday, July 28th, as part of the television program “UNOMATTINA Summer” on Raiuno the hosts  interviewed the artistic director of the Award program “Hugh Gregory – Landulf d’Oro” (scheduled for July 31) and “Comicron”, the first international festival of short comedic films scheduled on August 4 and 5. That my friends, brings this year’s festa national attention.  I’m hoping tons of people come and all of the businesses make a little extra money.

In this time of economic struggling, I kept asking folks who the hell was paying for all this.  Everyone said, we are!  I didn’t quite get it until two business owners explained it to me.  A committee went door to door asking every citizen for a donation.  Hey, as I used to tell my Arts Management students, it doesn’t hurt to ask.  Folks are so proud of the festa that the majority gave what they could and were rewarded with a flier that listed the events.  To be a sponsor and hang a banner cost about €200 per business. In other years, I’m told, it cost €500.  Bottom line, everyone contributed to the best of their ability.

Putting the finishing touches on the huge stage.
Putting the finishing touches on the huge stage.

I’m excited to see and hear everything that will be going on.  Of course nothing starts before 9:30 PM so a nap is important.  Keep your eyes peeled because everyday, unless the late night partying is just too much for me, I’ll write a post about the event of the day.  Please, please send me energy so I can send you stories!

If you can’t make it to Pontelandolfo, but can get to Connecticut, why not check out the next best thing San Donato Festival in the USA – Waterbury Connecticut  http://www.ponteclub.com/festa-di-san-donato-2013/

See you at the Festa!

Love the European Adventure? Follow My Ex-Pat Pal in the Netherlands

by midgeguerrera, posted in Practical Matters - Living Abroad, Stops Along the Journey - Sites Off the Tourist Track

 

George Hansel & Tracey Paleo in NY Production of my Pay "Annarita."
George Hansel & Tracey Paleo in NY Production of my play “Annarita.”

My friend George Hansel is the second of my Asbury Park pals to become an Ex-Pat.  Maybe it was all that sea air that got us to looking beyond the Atlantic Ocean.  George married  EB, the Dutch love of his life, and moved to the Netherlands.  His journey is full of love and the quirks of being the new boy in a very old city.  I follow his blog and when I read this story – a history of one of EB’s elders – I felt I had to share it.  We all have someone in our lives who has helped shape us into who we are today.  Willy is one of the folks who has had an impact on EB. Read George’s blog about Willy.  While your at it, why not look at some of his earlier posts and subscribe.  Yeah, you got that right, for years George and I have had a mutual admiration society.  He took dramatic chances by producing some of my plays and asking me to direct for his company. It was a joy to see him act in my play Annarita. I love George and know that if you read his work  you will too. http://blogdenhaag.wordpress.com/2014/07/22/sunday-at-the-beach-with-willy-sunday-20-july-2014/#comment-41

Nonna Was In The Field

by midgeguerrera, posted in Any Day in Pontelandolfo, Finding My Family - Genealogy

My woo woo pals will not even blink when I say that at 7:00 AM the other morning I bumped onto my grandma.  She died when I was 16 but I remember her vividly – it was her.

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Wearing the same kind of caftan I had on when I first saw Ruth St Denis, whoops that’s the mom of modern dance and she has nothing to do with this story. It’s just the magic of the caftan. So wearing this old tied died caftan, I was walking in The field across the street from my house carrying a plate of apricot peels. As I started to toss the peels into the field –  there she was.  Smiling because I hadn’t been lazy and walked way out onto the field just like she taught me.

Whew, where did that memory come from – why was she here now?  When I was a wee thing we had pasta at grandmas house every Sunday. After the locusts in my family had managed to eat everything but the mopeen – dish rag we all used to wipe our saucy fingers on –  it was often my job to take the pile of bones and other table scraps out to the field. The instruction was walk far and toss. Sometimes a lazy kid would just dump the plate at the edge of the lawn. ( Jack screams at me now because I’ve turned into a lazy kid and dump on our Flagtown lawn line.)

This was a no no and would draw rats close to the house. We didn’t have a fancy compost pile or Eco box. We had the field. Foxes loved the bones and they were soon gone. The egg shells and the veggie scraps were great for revitalizing the earth. Now 60 years later, here I am in the place where my nonna learned that doing a field dump wasn’t a trailer trash thing. It was simply keeping the cycle of growth happening.

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That morning I was doing something I know she had done. The field was a recently shorn hayfield. The feral cats and foxes still eat any meat stuff and the rest just rots back into the soil. Maybe next year this field would be a potato patch – enriched by or simple veggie scraps.

What struck me was how the simple action of tossing apricots peels brought my nonna back to me.  She was there making sure I walked out far enough and did the job right.  This had a colossal impact on me.  After a year long painful inner dialogue about selling our house in NJ, it was this moment in a field that nonna made me realize that I could.  The farmhouse was my grandma’s and is the place where I feel the presence of my elders everyday. Nonna let me know that wherever I am they are and all is OK.

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Grandma and Aunt Cat are always there for me.

Grazie tante.

San Salvo – Sea Side Revelations

by midgeguerrera, posted in Stops Along the Journey - Sites Off the Tourist Track
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Sandy beach of San Salvo!

Jack and I rented an apartment for a week in a cute seaside town. The Adriatic Sea is just over the mountain from Pontelandolfo. It took us an hour and a half to get to San Salvo.  That’s a hop, skip and a jump to a fabulous beach resort. Having lived in Asbury Park and Jack’s growing up in Sea Girt, we are pretty familiar with life at the beach.  Well, life at the beach here is a wee bit different than a visit to the Jersey shore.  First of all, I wasn’t the pack mule carrying an umbrella, chair, cooler, towel, hat, book, water bottle etc.  I was a lady of leisure with my own little spot on the  water line.

When we first got to San Salvo I scoped out the beaches across from the apartment.  One of the things I love about Italy is the beach system.  There are totally free beaches that are well maintained or you can rent a fully furnished spot on the beach.  I was determined to get the best deal on renting  il posto  for a week.  This would include 2 lettini (lounge chairs) separated by a little round table with the requisite umbrella.   Since it was June and not yet high season I was looking for a sconto.   The seasonal price for a week averages €100.  For €70 we rented a prime spot in the first row of set-ups with the sea lolling in front of us.  Ahhhhhh. No schlepping chairs to the beach – just a bag with our iPads, sunscreen and towels.  This  beach, as they all did, had a bar.  Who could ask for more!

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Lounge chairs, a table and an umbrella opened by the friendly beach boy.

While I was lying about reading novels and staring, what struck me smack in the face was how secure the Italian women were and insecure I was.  There I was hiding in a beach coverup, hat, towel and just about anything that would disguise my 65 year old pudgy body.  There is something about self esteem and bathing costumes.  Italian women exude an incredible self confidence and sexuality.  That was made even more apparent to me in San Salvo. Scantily clad women of all and I mean all body sizes and types were strolling along the water line. Teeny tiny bikinis were the fashion of the day on everyone – but me. There was no hint of I hate my fat ass and am hiding it under this diaphanous skirt.

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These women were laughing, charming, sexy and confident! I hid.

Bare topped little girls, hair streaming as they ran and played, were not embarrassed by their bodies. Even the chubby ones frolicked like nymphs. I’m not saying that I had a lousy childhood.  I’m saying models of security begat secure children.  Here, that really hit home. Growing up I was used to covering up – hide those imperfections – from Clearasil for zits to bows in my hair to draw attention from my too skinny little girl face (yeah, hard to believe that now.)  Thank God I came of age in the 60s and started to uncover but still felt I was too fat, too skinny, too not right.  I sat on my lettino staring at the Adriatic Sea thinking about all of this self esteem stuff.  Feeling pretty and good about themselves seems to be part of the Italian female DNA or is it cultural?  Yikes, I’ve got the DNA it must be cultural!

OK, your bored with this topic.

The Condominium - We were on the top floor.
The Condominium – We were on the top floor.

Back to San Salvo. We rented a 2 bedroom apartment with an ocean view – if I stood on my tip toes I could see out the windows.  It only cost us off season  €250 for one week.  It was on the 4th floor of a building that needs its condo owners to take a little better care of the exterior.  The elevator only went to the 3rd floor which was perfect – I considered the steps my daily stair master workout.  The apartment was small but clean and the owner was charming. I’d rent it again.  Actually, I’d rent his second apartment on the same floor – it has a giant terrace facing the sea.  The best part was that we were a scant 2 unencumbered blocks to the sea.  Here is the link to one of the apartment listings: http://www.mediavacationrentals.com/campomarino-vacation-rentals/0006966000/84945.

View from our Kitchen window. The blue beah is on the left.
View from our Kitchen window. Our blue beach is on the left.

 

The Adriatic is incredibly calm. It is easy to see why families come here.  I could walk out for at least as long as a football field and still only have water up to my waist – at high tide.

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Jetties defined the beach bathing area. It was June so the beach was not crowded during the week.

The best part of the week was when Rosella Mancini, Pasquale Iacovella and my favorite Pontelandolfo kids  – Alessio, Gabrielle and Annalaura – came to visit. I rented a paddle boat with a slide and got a great butt workout pedaling around for a hour while the kids slid into the water.

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That’s me hiding from the sun in the pink hat.
Boat 2
The sliding board was a great idea.

The market comes to San Salvo on Sundays – even before church there were folks shopping.  They line up the market trucks along the pedestrian beach walkway.  I bet there were 100 stands selling everything from artisanal cheeses, breads, preserves to electrical supplies.  The clothing stalls were more high end than the trucks that come to Pontelandolfo.  We all ate lunch at one of the pork stands – yummy roast pork on crunchy hard rolls.  I would take a ride back on a Sunday just to go to the market.

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The vendors went on for blocks along the walkway.
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This vendor was snoozing. Guess business was slow.
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Great colors everywhere.

 

Does coconut grow in Italy?
Does coconut grow in Italy?

 

For those of us who were just too lazy to get off our lounge chairs and walk to the market – the market came to us.  Every day vendors of all types strolled the beach.  Looking for gold – well maybe it was gold – here comes the guy with the velvet cases.  Want your hair braided?  How about a henna faux tattoo?  Coconut milk to slurp – here comes the rolling cart.  Need beach toys – no worry – just raise your arm and the vendor delivers.  Rats – you spilled goop on your bikini – for €10 you can get a new one.  I loved the action between the vendors and the beach goers and I perfected my ,”no, grazie.”

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Wait – I need that wading pool.
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Color, fashion and a cheap price – who could ask for more!?

 

What a clever way to display jewelry and walk on a sunny beach.
What a clever way to display jewelry and walk on a sunny beach.

Moms and grandmoms were buying colorful scarves – not for themselves but for the boys in the family.  The pirate look was DE RIGUEUR for all young men – really young.  Have you ever tried to get a boy to keep a sun hat on?  I haven’t but I’ve seen moms prodding, threatening etc.  The pirate look was everywhere and no one’s little head got burnt.

Ahoy matey!
Ahoy matey!

We found a super restaurant, Porto Turistico La Marinelle Osteria del Mare,  next to the yacht marina.  We quickly became regulars – by that I mean we ate there every other day!  We would sit outside, look at the water and order fish.  Of course, we were usually there before anyone else and the family was just setting up.  8:00 PM is a bit too early for Italians to venture out for cena.  The family didn’t make too much fun of us and were charming to the American who was butchering the pronunciation of the fish.  Fresh food, all prepared in house and a nice family staff.

San Salvo is just down the road from Termoli a really interesting beach city with a terrific downtown. Lots of bars, shops and historic sights to peruse. We visited on a day Italy was playing in the Calcio World Cup – every bar but the one I picked was jam packed with folks dressed in their best “go Italy” costumes cheering on their favorite team. We went to the only bar that didn’t have a TV set up – “go aperitif”.  Not only did we get the requisite Compari soda for me and white wine for il mio marito but it came with an adorable plates of little snacks.  We sat, listened to the sea, munched and watched the world go by. Ahhhh.

Toss the SPF 50 in a bag and visit San Salvo – you’ll be glad you did.