This week, I headed to Martinsicuro, Italy. I spent a lot of time at the beach, eating gelato, and pretending to understand Italian.
So our fun began at JFK – and by fun I mean sprinting through an airport in a fur lined winter coat and one billion pounds of luggage to make our fight. We ended up being the last people to check in for our flight, but it all worked out in the end.
With my passport and boarding pass in hand, I was ready for the first leg of our trip: a seven hour flight to Denmark.
When we landed in Denmark, we only had 50 minutes to make our flight to Rome. Once again we found ourselves sprinting through the airport with coats on and luggage in hand. A big shout out to the people that let us cut the entire passport security line so we could make it. This picture gives a little insight to the work we put in to make this layover.
We let mom and dad know we were safe and in Denmark. Here is how we felt about our journey so far: tired and sweaty.
We forgot about the miserable airport experience pretty quick when our plane flew over the Alps on the way to Italy. We landed at Rome CIA and got on the first bus to Martinsicuro, Italy. The trip was about three hours. When we got to the stop, we were greeted by our amazing cousins who took us home. We went right to bed without setting an alarm and didn’t wake up for fourteen hours. To say we were tired is an understatement.
We woke up at 3:3o p.m. and walked outside to our balcony and realized we were staying in paradise. Here is what our backyard looks like.
The family we are staying with lives on a hill above Martinsicuro. From our door sized windows and wrap-around balcony, we have the best view of this incredible beach town on the Adriatic Sea.
We got our suits on and were ready to soak up the sun and see the city!
Our cousin picked us up after work and took us to his favorite gelato spot along the beach. This was just the begining of our gelato obsession.
We may have slept half of our first day away in Martinsicuro, but we had definitely fallen in love with the city already.
We woke up Wednesday and headed straight for the Adriatic.
The bluest water I have ever seen.
We spent all day here, meeting locals and failing at all attempts to speak Italian.
Seriously, everything about this town is the heart eyes emoji.
Walked into our bedroom to see the sun setting through our window.
Thursday our aunt took us to the most amazing gluten free bakery.
“I’ll have one of everything”
We decided to go for a run and see more of the town. It’s a lot easier running with views like this.
On the run, we passed a gelato shop and couldn’t help but stop. Safe to say we walked the rest of the way.
The next day, our family took us to a neighboring town called Alba Adriatica. Who knew palm trees could look so much like pineapples.
Saturday, we spent the day on the beach. I don’t think gab would have been smiling this big if she knew her face would be peeling the next day.
Our adorable cousin showed us around Ascoli. The town was full of history and our tummies were full of gelato.
We spent a day relaxing at the pool with our cousins. Our family made us lunch and we tried apples with cheese for the first time. It was surprisingly delicous!
While exploring Nonna’s house, we found this gem of my cousin and I when they visited us in America. Thankful I made it out of middle school.
The beach… again… obviously.
We spent some time watching this cutie skate. May have met someone sassier and more stubborn than me. I think that’s why I love her so much.
Italians aren’t used to seeing girls play soccer. So thankful they gave us the chance to prove we could play with the guys.
Nonna was so proud and took us out for pizza after the game – gluten free of course. We aren’t sure if people were disgusted or impressed with our ability to eat an entire nutella pizza.
Gabrielle and I left for Rome, which meant that it might be awhile before these two reunite. Their goodbye broke my heart.
I can’t wait to come back to Martiniscuro with Madeline. This town definitely has a piece of my heart already.