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 | | A couple weeks ago (the 29th) Jackie and I decided to head to Loreto. Neither of us had been there in 3 years, and before it was with the school. When we went before we walked straight through town to the duomo, and didnt do anything else. So we thought we would head back and check out the rest of the town. When we got off the bus it was quite easy to find our way around. Across the street and through the gate and we were in.
After wandering around a "theatre" (ie, cool old building under construction) and hoping we wouldnt get kicked out, we headed down the street. Right away we felt the throngs of tourist traps. Everywhere we looked were post cards and tacky souviners, and the numbers only increased the further we went along. We knew we were heading in the right direction. Soon enough we found ourselves in the piazza.
The first time I saw Loreto I was a newbie in Italy. I had been in the country a month or two at most, and my eyes were still permanently glued wide open. I remember the piazza seeming very grand and open. Much different than the ones in Macerata, this one had a fountain in the center and porticals along the side. It was winter and I remember it was almost empty except for a couple of lonely tourist carts. This time the piazza seemed different. I've seen a lot more now, and it didnt seem quite as special. still beautiful, but not as much "wow". There were also way more tourists and locals out as well, and it didnt have that erie silent feeling as before.
After taking a few minutes wandering around for fotos, we headed down the side of the church and out of the city to a look out point. Although the day was fairly grey, in the distance we could still see the sea. We headed back to town along the other side of the church, and found our way back to the piazza. now facing away from the church we looked ahead to decide where to go, and were met with a surprise. The only street was the one we had originally come in on. Could it really be that the town was this small? Was there really nothing else to see? We took off wandering with a side agenda of finding a resturaunt for lunch. surely there must have been a side street we missed. soon enough we stumbled upon a second street, and gained hope of a lunch in a place without a tourist menu. After all, the locals must eat somewhere. As we continued down the street things didnt look so hot. We eventually found a little bar-restraunt, but the menu seemed a bit sketchy. We decided to head back to check out one of the pizzarias we had seen. As we walked into one we quickly became confussed as it looked more like a bar than a pizzaria. Not sure whether we wanted to stay, we asked for a menu. The lady at the bar then informed us that they dont cook there. Confused we asked her what about the sign outside that said pizza. Her response, oh yes, they do have pizza, and proceeded to hand us a menu. judging by the place not seeming to have a kitchen, we decided to leave as microwave frozen pizza wasnt what we were hoping for.
After an unsuccessful attempt to get a suggestion for the tourist office, and a confirmation that the town indeed had only two streets, we decided to head back to the bar we had seen before. Upon entering the place actually seemed nicer. The menu was a bit limited, but for lack of other options we decided to give it a go. This turned out to be a bad idea. I have to say that it was the worst meal I had eaten all year. (yes, even worse than when fede made me dinner of rice and potato - mixed together and with only soy sauce with it - at least that had flavor).
When we finally managed to pay and get out of there, we decided to head down to a polish cemetary. the walk the hill was quite nice along a little foot-only path. Unfortunately when we arrived it was closed for lunch time and wouldnt be open for another hour. We were still able to see in though from through the gates and over the wall. It was quite different looking than the cemetaries you normally see in Italy. With our list of sites nowcomplete and several hours to kill still, we decidedto hop back on a bus and head to porto recanati and have a walk around. Time quickly passed there as we strolled from one end of the boardwalk down to the other, stopping for a popcicle before heading back. Soon enough we were back on the bus heading to macerata
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3 Comments:
hey! i like the new format of your blog! also, sorry about the meal in loreto--i didn't realize it was THAT horrible! my penne arrabbiata wasn't as bad, i don't think. or at least i don't remember it being so terrible. hey--you didn't post anything about our strawberry margaritas and mexican dinner! what's up with that? :) hope all is well in small town virginia...beach life and teaching english is going okay. i'm tan, so that's nice :)!
Doh! how could i possibly forget about the strawberry margaritas? definitely the highlight of the week ;) I'm jeleous of your tan, my burn finally went away awhile ago, but it has been raining or cloudy here a lot (although still hot and humid) so I've only gotten to lay out a couple times so far. hmmm today is sunny, maybe I'll make that three times. :D
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