Beach Day in Abruzzo

Day Nine. Beach day in Francavilla. Night stroll through Pescara. The province of Pescara was carved out of Teramo and Chieti by the fascist regime in the early part of the 20th century. The town, specifically, the port and railroad, was heavily bombed during WWII so there are very few old buildings, most built after the war. Caesar’s parents were around 10-12 years old during this time and their farm was raided for food/wine by the Germans during their retreat from Allied forces. Around sunset, we drove into the hills around that area to watch the sunset over the Gran Sasso, part of the Appenine mountain range. We were also up there to get the best of the local dishes, arrosticini. It is so simple but so amazingly delicious. It is lamb, specifically mutton, on a stick and grilled and salted. This is not something I would expect to like and I was reluctant the first time I tried it. This is the simple food we miss so much at home.